297 A.C. Westeros, Kingdom of the North, Near Winter-Fell
PovWulf
"I believe the mother-wolf is your new bond, Lord Stark…. Speak to her, she might not speak words but her thoughts will reach a Stark like yourself…. The magic has always been there, inside your family's blood like the other magical-bloodlines not yet extinct to this world…. Look into her eyes, the magic will happen naturally…." I said, as I spoke to Lord Stark, as he locked eyes with the large wolf, whilst it stood taller and larger than a warhorse standing before the Warden of the North, Lord Eddard Stark….
"Dawn, her name is Dawn, she has just informed me…." Lord Stark replied, as he stroked the massive-wolf that allowed him to pet her majestic and grand fur….
"A fine name for a bringer of light, such as the strong mother and protector she is, being the mother who birthed the six pups into this world, that will soon bond with your family-members…." I told Lord Eddard, a hardened and cold man, wielding gray-colored steel-like eyes to see the world with…
One of the most well-known common trait's shared by the descendants of the Starks, a trait I do not share with the Lord, even though my mother is truly a Stark, whom lives to this day on the other side of the Lands of Always-Winter, in the Principality of Midland at the Royal-Palace of the All-Father, Odin dé Midland….
"Indeed, thank you Wulf, thank you for bringing Dawn and her pups to me and my family…." Lord Stark told me, as he inclined his head in gratitude, something not many highborn or many lords would do easily, especially towards a complete and unknown stranger….
"I am just the messenger, Lord Eddard, Dawn and her pups were fated to be all of your bond-mates, it is known and destiny is all…." I said, wearing an easy-going laid-back grin on my face, trying to be as approachable and friendly as possible, with the Warden and Lord-Paramount of Kingdom of the North….
"Where are you from Wulf? If you do not mind sharing…." Lord Eddard asked, whilst also bearing himself in a friendly way, at the least friendly for a hard Northern-Lord such as himself….
A man whom I knew had experienced much war and his fair share of battle and combat, between Robert's-Rebellion and the Iron-Born Rebellion that followed after it….
A man whom only living sibling, serves as a sworn-brother of the Night's Watch, Benjen Stark the current First-Ranger of the Night's Watch, serving at Castle-Black under the command of Lord-Commander Jeor Mormont….
"I am an exiled-prince of the Principality of Midland, a fertile and plentiful land on the other side of the expansive frozen wastes called Lands of Always Winter, far-north past the Wall of the Night's Watch bordering a continent known as the Badlands…." I said, introducing myself to the Northern-Lord as I spoke of my origins, far from our current location hundreds and hundreds of kilometers past the Great-Wall, on the other side of the Lands of Always-Winter, across open-waters where the continent known as the Badlands borders the Lands of Always-Winter….
"Midland, it sounds like a beautiful land my friend, I will not ask for what reason you were sent into exile for, I will judge you by your actions and not words anyway…." Lord Stark replied, speaking on my homeland, before mentioning he would not even question my exile….
"Not much of a story to tell and I do not mind sharing anyway, I had an argument with my father Odin, a mean and tough old cruel-bastard of a father, after refusing to kill my own half-brother a creepy and lusty deviant named Loki, who tried to kill the Crown-Prince and our eldest sibling Thor, who is not the most intelligent of our siblings but a most formidable of martial-champions….
In our culture, countries put champions against one another in sacred and honorable martial-combat contests, known as 'Mortal-Kombat, fought between the champions until one dies and is publicly executed before the warring armies, resulting in either the victory or defeat of the winning or dying champion's country…. My refusal of my father's and Emperor's commands and Imperial-Mandate resulted in my exile to the home-lands of the mortal woman who gave birth to me after being kidnapped and raped by my father Odin…. Which I guess I should be grateful to him for, for if he did not do what he did I would not exist at all…." I told Eddard, whilst smirking and grinning a little trying to make a dark-story, seem a little less dark and less sad….
"I'll be damned, I thought my father was a cunt, no offense Ser Wulf, but your father sounds like a terrible father…." Theon Greyjoy blurted out, causing me to burst into laughter, at the irony of his words and because I just have a pretty good sense of humour to begin with….
"A most powerful and spiteful cunt my old man is, that's for sure…. Fucker has a hundred concubines, yet somehow still managed to find the time or just had the random itch to locate and find my mother, all to kidnap and impregnate her against her will… Funny how life works, right…. Just call me Wulf, young Theon, no need for bull-shit titles with me, I could care less for them myself…." I said to the young-heir to the Iron-Islands, one of the seven feudal-kingdoms making up the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, a group of islands or a archipelago of a viking-like civilization and culture of raiders, who follow what is known around this planet as the religion or worship called the Old-Way, where they pay the Iron-Price rather than bartering and trading paying the Gold-Price as it is monikered or commonly-referred to as….
"Also no offense, but any man who would give up his own son, his own flesh and blood instead of facing his death like a true warrior, weapon and shield in hands and fighting to his dying and final breath, is a coward and there are worse words for it in my culture but I shall not use them for I do not wish to offend you young-lord…." I said, making Theon flinch and twitch one of his eyes and half of his face, before bursting into a similar fit of laughter as I have done so a couple times since we started the journey to Winter-Fell….
"Thanks Wulf, I truly believe I really needed to hear that…. I truly mean that, thank you…." Theon replied, once he collected himself from his laughter whilst wiping away a little moisture from his eyes, with one of his arms and the back of the hand of the arm he used to wipe his face and eyes with….
"No problem my new friend, and you young-knight named Brandon Stark, do you know of your ancestor named Brandon? Who was monikered the Builder?" I replied to Theon, then I asked the youngest of the group Bran, if he knew of the famous builder ancestor of his, who the eldest sibling of Lord Eddard, Brandon Stark who Bran was named after was named after by Lord Eddard's father Rickard Stark, the previous warden and Lord-Paramount of the Kingdom of the North….
"Yes! He built Winter-Fell and the Wall!" Replied Brandon Stark, shouting in excitement at knowing who I was referring to, when I asked him if he knew who Brandon the Builder was….
"Haha, indeed, those were some of the feats he was well-known for…. He is one of my favorite Kings Of Winter who my mother, Stiorra Stark the daughter of Haesten Stark the Smith would tell me stories of as a young child when I was right about your age…." I laughed and told the young Lordling, who nodded his head in agreement to my statement and sharing in my liking for the ancestor of the Starks known far and wide on this planet, known as the planet Planetos….
"My mother tells me stories all the time too, Maester Luwin and Old-Nan tell me old stories as well, I know a lot of them especially the ones about the white-walkers and giant ice-spiders, also I like the ones about the Children of the Forest and the Giants, those are the best stories…." Bran replied, informing him of both of our mother's similarities in the sharing of a penchant for telling stories of all kinds to their children, whilst mentioning the Maester of Winter-Fell named Luwin and Old-Nan the most elderly lady of Winter-Fell who is known for story-telling expertise, whom everyone just calls Old-Nan….
"Winter-Fell always sounded so majestic and grand in the books and tomes my mother would read stories of her family and home-land to me, from the pages as we read the legends and stories of Stark Kings-Of-Winter, battling the petty-kingdoms of the North until penultimately becoming the supreme-overlord of the entire Northern-Kingdom…." I spoke to the entire group as we made our way along the path, traveling across the vast Northern landscape….
"If you don't mind me asking, was your mother a Stark?" Roderick Cassel, the Master-Of-Arms of Lord Eddard and Winter-Fell asked me….
"Aye, my mother was given the name Stiorra Stark at birth, by her father Haestan Stark…." I said, informing the group of my mother's birth-name and of her descent and the family she hailed from….