lemontree: (even while we sleep)
the mother of dragons, etc., etc. ([personal profile] lemontree) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs 2018-12-14 02:21 am (UTC)

[ She staggers back, eyes wide, mouth agape in horror. That expression rises to stare hard at Jon, her expression clouded with a dozen emotions, and none of them nice. ]

What-... [ A memory, she has to assume, from what she knows of this - event. Of what the gods are currently inflicting on them. Still, what she'd seen... It had been like nothing she could imagine. Not the fighting and the death, but the creatures who rose from death into life, no longer themselves, but as monsters. Their clouded eyes and still-fresh wounds were tattooed within her eyes, but no image more so than the Walkers themselves, and their...king. The creature that seemed to lead them, who silently challenged Jon and the others.

She is...afraid. He breaths come, trembling, and nothing else matters in this moment. Not Jon's parentage or the Iron Throne, or - any of it. ]


W...What can be done? [ She asks, voice quavering. ] Is that all of their number, or might there be more?

[ More! It sickens her to even imagine a horde of them. ]

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