Qeya River time for dying

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traitor. traitor.

traitor.

TRAITOR! his voice comes loud, fast, a shout that burns like the fire of their lineage and comes forth from his throat like putrid dragon's fire. BOTH OF YOU! TRAITORS! YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN. BETRAYED! YOUR MINDS ARE SOILED.

lashing out now. his eye wide, wide with malice and hate. hatred for gjalla. gjalla, who twisted the mind of his sister. convinced her to turncoat. morwenna, who had abandoned everything. all that they had said of her was true. the bitch queen. that is what she was! that is all she ever would be, even as she spewed her insanities now! in front of him, before his very eye!

stark is immune to her bluster. you lie. he spits, spits like poison into a raw wound. you lie, that is all you have ever done!

he is too caught up in his maddening cry to notice the barreling form of a dark shadow towards him. half blind, he does not know of sun eater's presence until the man is atop him. sending him scattering into the snow, pinning him to the ground beneath. his blood roars in his ears, adrenaline shooting through veins of crimson as he fights back. teeth gnashing, his jaws seeking to find any hold on the black beast. a roar, a war cry in his throat. he will kill this bastard!

he who had ruined his sister. sullied her. he could smell him on her now. this was the one. he would fucking die. here, now, and stark would piss on his fucking body and string his guts up for morwenna to see. he would say: look, sister! look at your husband! dead, like carrion! you traitorous cunt!

morwenna's words burn in his ear. a tongue he had never heard before. it is like arsenic, and it alone is enough to further his maddening tirade. you lecherous fucking cunt. he spits from beneath the man who he grapples with, rearing hind legs to tear at the man's underbelly in any attempt to dislodge his hold. does our blood mean nothing? NOTHING?! even as teeth tear at his pelt, stark is shouting. screaming. snarling, growling.

you cannot kill me, morwenna. i will always come back. i will haunt you. i will haunt you!