Ansegar Can Only Reply To That With A Smile,           Seeing The Other Man's Face Be Painted

INT.    A TAVERN JUST OUTSIDE THE KINGDOM.    AFTERNOON.

ansegar listened intently as the bar keep explained to him the drink that he was holding in his hand.           because since the moment he came down from the wall, he has received all the different kind of looks, greetings, and treatment from all the different people. he was either asked questions, or was openly criticized. given stares that ranged from wonder to fear. some disdain. but never was given a drink ... for simply being a wolf from the wall.

so, after finding out who did it, ansegar simply thanked the bar keep and stood up ... only to make a bee line to where the other man was sitting, and occupying the nearest seat he could find. he gave them a smile. he still has not touched the drink.    "   i would say thank you. but a hard lesson in grained in me since i was a child is to never accept anything from a stranger ... especially a man who's trying to hide their colors in the dark.   "    he says, pointing at the unmistakable silk robes under his dark cloak.    "   should i know who you are, stranger?   "

closed starter for @powergrabbed.

INT.    THE VISSAI THRONE ROOM.    DAY.

ansegar stood like a sore thumb in the grand hall of the vissai's throne room,           and though no eyes looked at him with any judgement, his own self was the one who is causing his nervousness. before he came down from the wall, his brothers have told him of vissai's generosity. not only to the night's watch all throughout their history, but also to himself.

apparently, he was presented here first: at the foot of their king, seeking sanctuary from the family that wanted to kill him. and not wanting any conflict to break out, he had advised his mother to take the child to the wall instead ... but they will support him. even take him as a ward if he chooses. ansegar has chosen differently, then, training instead to be soldier of the night's watch. so nervousness must have come from there: to prove that he is still worth their support after all this time.

when he was finally called, ansegar then walked up to the spot close to the foot of the throne ... and was presented, not to the king, but the crown prince instead. remembering the lessons he got from the other bastard princes, he then knelt and lowered his head. in his hand he gripped the scabbard of the gift he made for this occasion, which seemed heavier and warmer now that he is kneeling there. he cleared his throat.    "   i come to you as ansegar, an unsworn wolf of the night's watch.   "    he says, keeping his eyes down still.    "   it's an honor to be in your presence, your highness.   "

closed starter for @heavensoared.

Perrin Aybara and Rand al’Thor during theWinespring Inn Scene

"   oh, no. protective is just the way she is since i saved her.           and i'm afraid i can't really shake that off. so, i guess in a way, that is my fault.   "    ansegar says, which received a proud squawk from gunna, making him smile wider. looking back at the wide assortment of jewelry around him, ansegar took the shiniest one he could find-- a simple chain made of metal he is not familiar with, light in weight but sturdy to the touch, twinkling like diamonds even at the smallest hint of light. after paying for the item, he then began trying it to one of gunna's feet.    "   though, i should say ... the soot and the dirt are really doing your face a huge disservice.   "

once the jewelry is secured, he raised the arm where gunna was perched on ... and with a click of his tongue, the eagle was airborne. up and up, to the summit of the wall. gunna returning with the jewelry was simple but effective message to his brothers: the fact that she returned means that he's still alive, and the craftsmanship of the jewelry means he's in chasque ... not too far from home. satisfied, he faces the other man again.    "   that you are. i'm sorry again. now, i feel like i should make up to you somehow.   "

and at his question, ansergar simply nodded before pointing at the peak of the wall in the distance, and the small community of his brothers that can be seen on it.    "   oh. i'm from there.   "    he says.    "   it's my first time to be out here ... or at least, the first time i'm by myself. and you? do you live here?   "

🔨           *           ﹕ㅤㅤ     thank the gods, old and new, for how the eagle's talons kept on missing him by a hair's breadth, though it did not stop arkelos from flailing like a man swarmed with bees⸻ as if he could just swat the sheer nerve of the creature away.        ❝         away ! get off me, you winged devil !          ❞        he barked between startled huffs, voice cracking somewhere between outrage and desperation, the crowd jostling around him with their laughter and gasps. the blacksmith faced roaring fires, sparking steel, and the sharp hiss of molten metal every day, foolishly had very little fear, but this ? this was humiliating. fortunately, arkelos found his footing again once the bird's owner appeared, settling on the other man's forearm, a gleam in its eyes that he could only describe as smug satisfaction, like it knew it had won this round. and arkelos had never been as hungry for roasted eagle as he was now. he could only stare at the bird for a few moments, breath ragged, his hands planted on his knees as if holding himself upright took an incredible amount of will.        ❝         protective ? do i really look that much of a brigand today ?          ❞        arkelos chuckled as he turned his attention toward the other man, skin smeared with soot from his day at the forge, understood see how a stupid bird could mistake him as some bandit from the badlands of old varlinnis. maybe he should have taken a bath before venturing out into the market for something to sate his appetite. and perhaps, arkelos had always been a forgiving creature, utterly incapable of letting his frustrations be more than fleeting.        ❝         but i'm fine. still in one piece, aren't i ?          ❞        said with a small smile, standing a little straighter, hands smoothing the fabric of his smoke-scented shirt.        ❝         though, i gotta ask ... you're not from around here, are you ? it's just quite rare for chasquans to have pet birds.          ❞        especially when the expanse of their colonies were beneath the ground.

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"   why thank you. always nice when people appreciate my ... nimbleness.   "           ansegar says with a smile ... a true, genuine, and amused one, though you might see a hint of smugness if you look close enough. to be fair to solomon, though, he has fought many men both on the wall and off it, both royals and not. there are even some who has been training their whole lives. and he can confidently say that some of them are less of a fighter than the prince.

"   yeah. we definitely can't have that.   "    ansegar chuckled before walking to where the weapons rack was, and coming back to the sparring ground with a staff in his hand instead. he gave solomon a look, as if asking for his permission to use it.    "   no blade, though this is a pretty strong wood. can't promise it won't be painful. and your choice?   "

　　"if my form is weird, your speed is inhumane." it should not be taken as an insult, though. the prince was genuinely impressed by the trainee's abilities in combat. and solomon was not a lousy fighter, at least he didn't think so. but he was aware that his strength lied on his brains, not his brawn. swallowing his pride, he took ansegar's hand, standing up and brushing off the excess of dirt from his trousers.

　　he flashed the man a questioning look, his heart still struggling to slow down its pace. "as long as i can bear a shield. i intend to return to beacon's reach with my head still attached to my neck."

ansegar morningstar.           the bastard prince of lysain.      born and raised in the night's watch.      written by mo.

marcus rurtherford, gay, cis male + he / him → isn’t that ansegar morningstar? i’ve seen them wearing the crest of lysain / feranthor. i hear they’re 26, but they’re also a half-seer. they’ve risen up the ranks to become a bastard prince of lysain / night's watch trainee. they seem to be kind & brave, but also self sacrificing & impulsive. if you look closely, you’ll see their aesthetics include a sword on a young boy's hand, feet dangling over the border's high wall, drifting dreams of a mother singing him a song.

full bio soon.

ansegar is a bastard prince guard in training on the night watch. he was born and raised there in secret after his mother, a seer that was impregnated by the king of lysain, showed them visions of her son being a great warrior and receiving great favor from the old god, but this will only come to fruition if he was raised away from his family, who will kill him the moment they find out his true origin and his claim to the throne.

even though it is against their code, they also can't risk angering any kind of god, or letting an innocent life die. so they kept the child, and soon enough, he does prove himself to be a formidable warrior. at the age of 12, he can already take down one of their men. and when he reached 18, he is already just as strong as their most seasoned fighter. he is yet to swear his life on the night watch. even though he is happy and content about his life there, there are still so many parts of himself that he needed to find before he decides on this new life.

so he convinces his brothers to let him leave and find himself. find his real family, or see if there are better paths out there for him. and though they are afraid due to his mother's prophecy, they can't also force the boy to stay, especially since he hasn't formally sworn.

ansegar left with a million reminders to be careful. now, he's wandering the six kingdoms by himself.

edits / body claim. bonus spice x x

𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓 … 𝖌𝖚𝖓𝖓𝖆.

ansegar's golden eagle. to say that she is a pet would be an offense. to say that she is a friend is an understatement. he was fifteen when he rescued her-- she was just a chick, then. tired, hungry, and on the doors of death during a cold winter night, survived only by the warmth of the young ansegar's hands.

since then, they have become practically inseparable, with gunna only willing to form a relationship with ansegar and no one else. in return, gunna has also proven herself to be useful, especially during times that she acted as their eyes and their alarm for enemy attacks.