Chapter 247 [Vault]

Title - GOT: The Wolf of War | Chapter 3 | Futanari

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[3rd POV] [261 AC | 20 Years before the fall of the Targaryen Dynasty | 1 Year before the birth of Brandon Stark]

Standing inside of the old castle that manned the wall, known as Castle Black, Cregan found herself a little surprised by the place. The castle itself was a lot bigger in person, and while it obviously severely lacked men and supplies, it was far better than she had thought.

She suspected it was because of what time it was, that it was before Robert took the throne and everything went to shit. This was when they were funded at least a decent amount, even if it still wasn’t enough for what they had to do.

Her father was currently in the process of speaking with the current commander of the Night's Watch, the man that preceded Jeor Mormont, who was not a member of the Watch just yet. He’d likely come within the next ten or fifteen years if she was right.

She didn’t bother to remember the current commander's name, as she instead opted to speak to the man that she was far far far more interested in. Aemon Targaryen, an elderly man that had been around for a long time, even now.

“What was it like, Maester Aemon? Being alive so long ago?” Cregan asked, not rudely, but out of genuine curiosity, as the man looked at her with a kind smile.

“It was…different, little one, warmer. Conflicts still rose and fell, but they were less frequent to the current time. My family was more…abundant” Aemon responded, as he remembered the past, and his family of old.

“Ah, I apologize if I brought up bad memories” Cregan said, cringing as she realized it might be an uncomfortable thing to speak of.

“Oh it’s quite alright child, I like to remember the past, It is what made me who I am, after all” The man responded with a smile.

“Did you ever meet the old Lords of my family?”

“I have. Rodrik Stark, known as the Wandering Wolf. And Artos Stark, known as the Implaceable. They were both…unique men, unlike most others I have met. Strong willed and quite…odd at times, like many of the Northern folk” Aemon replied, happy to share stories with a young child like Cregan.

Cregan listened intently to all his words, as the two sat and conversed for nearly an hour, before eventually her father returned.

”Cregan, are you bothering the maester?” Her father asked, as Aemon let out a chuckle.

“No, Lord Stark, it’s actually quite the opposite. I have enjoyed sharing my stories with the child, she is a very good conversationalist” Aemon said, giving Cregan a wink as she grinned.

Rickard looked between the two with narrowed eyes, before sighing, deciding to not push the matter.

“Well, come along Cregan, it’s time I show you the wall properly”

At these words, Cregan shot to her feet excitedly, as she gave Aemon a wave before following after her father, excited to see the top of the wall. To see one of the masterpieces of her ancestor, the man that she inherited the talents of.

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Turns out the top of the Wall was just as beautiful and incredible as Cregan was hoping. The greatest view she had ever seen in both of her lives, and allowed for her to see for miles on end. An amazing thing to bear witness to.

But after seeing the top of the wall, they had returned to the living quarters, as they couldn’t leave just yet. They needed to stay for the night before they could head back to Winterfell.

Of course, Cregan wasn’t much interested in the idea of staying in the living quarters themselves, and instead decided to explore outside of Castle Black, wanting to see if there was anything interesting to see. On her waist was a small dagger that she always carried, just in case.

As she walked through the snow, trying to find anything interesting, Cregan stopped, as something felt…wrong, very wrong.

The sound of a bird cawing echoed through the area she was in, as Cregan turned, her eyes widening at the sight of a raven sitting upon a branch. And before Cregan could even think of returning home, she heard the snow behind her crackle, and a burst of pain slammed against her skull, as everything went…dark.

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Cregan wasn’t sure how long she was unconscious, how long she was in the darkness that surrounded her. But eventually, she let out a sharp groan as her eyes began to creep open, blinking as she began to adapt to her surroundings, her eyes widening as she looked around.

‘Where the-‘ “Ah, the brats finally awake! Good, means we can finally have some fun~!” A man’s voice entered her ears, as she turned, only to find a large man standing there, dirty and disgusting. With him was a group of 7 other men, all grinning lecherously.

“I’ve always wondered how a kneeler's cunt will feel!” A man grinned out, as Cregan’s face began to darken as she realized what they wanted to do.

She wasn’t even sure where they were, but she was pretty certain that it was far from the wall, as she couldn’t even see it in the distance. Meaning they had dragged her a long way just so they could do this to her.

“I get to use her first, I captured her!” The large man yelled, as the others grumbled but didn’t argue.

Cregan’s face began to form into a scowl as she realized that she needed to break free, now. But she didn’t have a weapon, and she was restrained by the rope around her. Her strength wasn’t even remotely near what it will be once she is fully grown, as that is when the wolf blood is fully active.

Meaning…she had only one ability that would work against them, one that she hadn’t used before.

As the man began to draw closer, she shut her eyes and began to concentrate, spreading her power, trying to find an animal to warg into, or animals. And soon…she found not just one, but several.

And as the man began to undo his pants with a wide grin on his face, Cregan’s eyes opened as she spoke “You fuckers made a big mistake kidnapping me”

Before the men could even understand what she meant by that, loud growls echoed through the opening, their eyes widening as they all turned towards the sounds, only to pale as more and more growls filled the area.

The growls of…Direwolves.

An entire pack of Direwolves, over a dozen strong, all fully grown, growling angrily at them as they began to move closer. The men began to bring out their weapons, but Cregan just smirked, as she activated her warging ability, controlling all of the Direwolves, and surged forwards.

What followed was a bloody massacre, as the men screeched and screamed in pain and agony, as the Direwolves ripped them limb from limb, happily consuming them with little care. The men were not even able to fight back as the massive beasts ripped them apart.

“Stupid fuckers thinking they can kidnap me!” Cregan snarled annoyed, as one of the Direwolves trotted over and tore into the ropes, freeing her without difficulty.

Patting the wolves head, she smiled “Thanks for the save” Cregan said, feeling the connection with the pack in front of her. The wolves nuzzled up against her after she said this, the affinity she had with them being immense, so it was like she was kin to them.

Giggling at their reactions to her, she soon broke free of the pack, and moved to the corpses, finding a decent sword that she strapped to her waist, her dagger, and took the clothes off of one of the men that wasn’t completely disgusting looking.

With the kidnappers dead and looted, Cregan looked around, before speaking to herself.

“Now…lets find out where the hell I am”

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That’s the end of the chapter!

And so begins her adventure beyond the wall. She’ll be here for quite a long time, but there will probably be a lot of timeskips and flashbacks for this, otherwise it would be very long.

Love interests are Elia Martell and Ashara Dayne (who’ll come later down the line).

Anyways, have a good day!