When you see a woman commanding the dead, it is best to not approach her.
The sweat from his morning workout still dampens his coat as Clegane lazily grazes, content and ready for a swim after this quick meal. But his plans are forgotten as he hears the clacking approach of the strangers. His soft grey wings rustle above his top line as realizes he should probably leave, as she draws closer, but he makes the mistake of truly looking at her first. Maybe it is the hardness in her eyes that causes him to linger - the way she looks out across the empty meadow as if she were face to face with a would-be rival who wasn't worth her time.
Like the world is against her, but she doesn't mind.
She reminds him of someone, someone he misses even if he doesn't allow himself to think of her. So he doesn't do what a smart young stallion should, instead he remains.
He was a child born into the tribulation; he had known death at an early age. Puckered and gruesome, the face which had been made for him would never allow him to put that past cleanly behind him. He worked to separate himself from his first years, their darkness, and most of the time he was successful. But this stranger and her creatures hold his silver gaze.
She turns his stomach and reminds him of things he would rather forget, but he can't look away.
@[violence]
The sweat from his morning workout still dampens his coat as Clegane lazily grazes, content and ready for a swim after this quick meal. But his plans are forgotten as he hears the clacking approach of the strangers. His soft grey wings rustle above his top line as realizes he should probably leave, as she draws closer, but he makes the mistake of truly looking at her first. Maybe it is the hardness in her eyes that causes him to linger - the way she looks out across the empty meadow as if she were face to face with a would-be rival who wasn't worth her time.
Like the world is against her, but she doesn't mind.
She reminds him of someone, someone he misses even if he doesn't allow himself to think of her. So he doesn't do what a smart young stallion should, instead he remains.
He was a child born into the tribulation; he had known death at an early age. Puckered and gruesome, the face which had been made for him would never allow him to put that past cleanly behind him. He worked to separate himself from his first years, their darkness, and most of the time he was successful. But this stranger and her creatures hold his silver gaze.
She turns his stomach and reminds him of things he would rather forget, but he can't look away.
@[violence]
