Robb Stark (wolf_pup) wrote in riftlogs, @ 2018-05-30 22:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! complete, ! narrative, ! plot, game of thrones: robb stark |
Who: Robb Stark
When: May 30th
Where: The Carnivale
Warnings: None
Summary: Robb Stark finds something at the carnival that does not belong.
Status: Closed Narrative
The carnival is clearly dangerous he had known that from the very beginning. Everything in this place had some danger. The danger the carnival represented though was difficult to track. From what he could read it and piece together from the comments on his phone disaster struck some of those who visited the carnival and others who did not. People had vanished long after they had established the threat the carnival could be and others routinely visited the carnival trying to offer some assistance and returned.
Again they shouldn’t be surprised by the lack of rules, this place had already broken everything he understood about the world. Why show logic and strategy now? So he had decided to visit the carnival but Robb hadn’t talked to anyone. He was watching everyone carefully. The carnival goers who didn’t seem to notice the strange manner of his dress. These same carnival guests showed no concerns about the events they attended either but Robb had seen strange looks and tense moments that were clearly wrong. The whole place made him think of Bran and the stories he loved to drag out of Old Nan.
The menagerie seemed like a welcome reprieve from the strange people who surrounded him. The animals were quiet at least. The animals reactions to the cages that enclosed them were natural. He could see the tension and boredom as he moved from cage to cage. And then he saw the wolf, the sign a white banner was emblazoned with the title The Wolf King but that creature was not a wolf. He rushed closer coming close to the bars of the cage, “Grey Wind.” His voice didn’t question there was a calm authority to his voice but the direwolf growled at the words and pushed his nuzzle through the bars testing how close Robb had dared to come.
There was a low baritone chuckle behind him, “Careful now, that one has bloodlust.” There was too much amusement in the man’s voice for Robb’s liking but he steeled himself and said the direwolf’s name again. There was a low throaty growl that Robb had heard before, but had never received that warning. He needed more information.