Shaggy Dog
Legacy Name: Shaggy Dog

the last, and littlest, of the stark pups has grown into a man, into a monster. whatever southern blood he inherited from his tully mother is gone, and in its place is pure wolf - wild as the starks of old, unyielding as the north itself. shaggydog lurks, a constant shadow - the direwolf grown as large as pony and as fierce as winter winds. the weirwoods weep as they land upon the northern shores, red blood freezing on the white bark.

the black wolf has returned, the trees whisper in his wake; a stark returns to winterfell. they sound excited - a low hum that fills the air as night descends, and he strikes.

rickon retakes his home: with an army of wildings at his back, the onion knight at his side, and a wolf snarling at his heels. the two are almost never apart, both hardly tamed and muzzles dripping blood. rickon stark grew up with wildlings and cannibals, and even on the remote skagosi shores, he heard tales and distant rumors of the kingdom; he grew up hearing the horrors his family suffered.

his father beheaded by a boy-king, his mother slain at a wedding where the halls ran with blood. robb, the king of the north, and his bloody, wolfish crown. the bastard-turned-lord commander, slain by the very men he sought to protect.

no more.

house stark has suffered enough, and come hell or high water, the littlest pup will put it right.

rickon stark does not want a kingdom, he does not want a crown. he wants revenge on all of those who have wronged his family, who took his home away. he is winter in all its unmerciful rage; the trees whisper, winter is coming, and rickon is that winter. the kingdom is too busy, enthralled in their politics to realize what a threat this boy poses. but little do they know that the cold's bite is worse than flames, and revenge burns brighter than any dragon fire. and, well -

the wolves will come again.