winter is coming [any]

[Belgarath]

With great power comes great responsibility - or in Belgarath’s case, a distinct lack thereof and apparent apathy for anyone without anything resembling his newfound level of power.

Demonic Ice Manipulation.
Tremble before him, all ye mere mortals. Fear the ice he spreads in his wake, that breaches the crust of the earth, lest ye be devoured and consumed and frozen alive.

If anything, he’s gotten more arrogant; that damn smirk super glued on his face and a saucy jaunt in his step. If Belgarath ever had an ounce of humility, it’s been ripped out of his skin with the very I.V. that injected his new trait. Which is both good and bad, depending on who you ask. Great for him, great for some ladies… also bad for some other ladies. Potentially good for where ever he decides to retake up residence. But that’s neither here nor there. Bel has decided to live in the present, to be even more selfish than he originally was; to take what he wants, when he wants it. Whenever he decides exactly what it is he wants.

Get the picture?

He never gives a thought to the kids that just disappeared from his side, or to the mares he may or may not have roughly impregnated. Winter is coming and the air is brisk. The leaves that have already fallen are destroyed beneath his heavy hooves as he stalks through the Meadow, surveying all that is his.

And oh, has it ever been so glorious?

Perhaps winter will come early this year.


BELGARATH
No mercy to what we are doing, no thought to what we have done
No need to feel the sorrow, no remorse for the helpless one