it is the CRUNCH of iced tiles and rotting wood that catches his attention; a sudden blast of air, fortunately not quite strong enough to throw him off his feet, but for a passing moment has his HEART drop, his blood hammering in his ears. the beast circles him once, twice, heat radiating from far above, a CHILDISH prayer to the Warrior for some reason now resounding in his head never before has Jaime Lannister been afraid. but that black MONSTER terrifies him. that, and every other creature he only ever met in the bedtime stories of his childhood; those creatures now SWARMING into their lands, nightmares becoming painful reality.
he braces himself against another blast. a wave of FIRE merely raining down upon him, for what reasoning is there with a dragon instead, the crunch for but a moment grows deafening; and the beast LANDS. settles, for reasons Jaime doesn’t even wish to fathom. a deeper BREATH perhaps. a quicker, more violent, much hotter end to his life. and the following words rather are muttered to HIMSELF, than the beast. for what would a southern knight know about a dragon’s understanding of mannish languages. ❝I’d imagine there’s no USE in telling you I mean no more harm to your mother. odd as it sounds.❞
▒▓ - @fyrborn ( x )
