#notgoodwithgroups

Amethyst hues slowly shifted to all those who stood in awe before the Mother of Dragons.As the conqueror inhaled, the scent of fire and dead men had rushed through her lungs, but she had grown used to the scent of burning flesh long ago, ever since she had burned the witch alive upon her husband’s funeral pyre when she had been a girl of thirteen. Her silver-gold hair blew softly with the autumn wind filtering in through the Great Pyramid as she eyed those accused of treason. My husband has betrayed me, she thought with disdain, but in her heart of hearts, she knew that she’d had it coming to her, and now all her glory was fading away like ashes in her mouth. 

“Your Radiance, these men have been working for the King, Hizdahr zo Loraq, who had conspired against you for the Wise Masters of Yunkai. What would you have us do with these scum, my Queen?” Reznak mo Reznak, her trusted seneschal, asked her in the Valyrian tongue, glaring at the captives.

If I look back, I am lost.

Her black snorted just below her, smoke releasing from his nostrils as he roared, spreading out his wings in his fury, breaking her from her reverie. Drogon had been screaming for war as of late, and Dany did not blame him in the slightest. The great city of Meereen had now been retaken with the assistance of the Dothraki, and in her city, there would be no more room for traitors and cutthroats, not in Meereen, nor in King’s Landing to the west. She’d had enough of the Ghiscari and the Sons of the Harpy and their schemes, and the games they played with the lives of the people. I am not their Harpy, I am the blood of the dragon, and I will take what is mine.

As she sat on her throne overlooking the men before her several steps down - they had looked tiny from up here, she rose her voice, “I, Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen, the First of My Name, the Unburnt, Queen of Meereen, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, Princess of Dragonstone, Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons... sentence you and my royal husband, Hizdahr zo Loraq to die when the sun rises for high treason. You have woken the dragon, my lords, and now you will face its wrath." Her voice echoed in Ghiscari throughout the walls of the Great Pyramid, and her bloodriders began descending down the steps to carry them away.

“Your Radiance, please, have mercy!” they’d cried out but her bloodriders had no respect for these men with their perfumes and cowardly acts, and with the assistance of some of her Unsullied, the traitors were escorted rather ungracefully out of the hall. Silence permeated throughout the room as she looked to her right to see Missandei smiling sadly at her. “You are doing the right thing, my Queen. You saved the city.” she’d assured gently.

As Daenerys rose from her throne, her handmaidens, Irri and Jhiqui rose to accompany her. “Prepare a bath in my chambers. I have had a long and weary day, and I tire from talk of war and conquest.” She commanded in Dothraki, and they’d both bowed with a “Khaleesi,” before leaving to perform their tasks.

The Naathi girl held her hand as they walked down the steps to the garden of blooming nightflowers just outside for a small stroll later to ascend the stairs to the top of the Great Pyramid. “What are your plans, my Queen?” she’d asked curiously, her beautiful golden eyes gleaming in the starlight.

“I will tend the wounds of my city and its crying people. Then, I will attack and conquer Volantis to gain more support for the cause... then I will sail west for Dragonstone. I have been waiting for far too long and if I stay here any longer, we will be wasting away at the edge of the world.” Just as she’d finished, she saw Drogon screech as he ascended to the night skies, only to be joined by his brothers, Rhaegal and Viserion.

My children, she thought fondly and as they reached her chambers, the three dragons roosted in her garden underneath the thousand diamonds in the sky. My sun-and-stars would have loved this night, we would have made love had he known of my victories and what I have become. Perhaps Rhaego would still draw breath.

A sad sigh escapes her but at the sight of her pages and cupbearers, all children of the pyramids of Meereen - Grazdar, Qezza, Mezzara, Kezmya, Azzak, Bhakaz, Miklaz, Dhazzar, Draqaz and Jhezane - offering her grapes and figs, she smiled gently down at them and took their gifts. “Thank you, sweetlings. Run along and play or sleep if you wish, it has been a long night indeed, but the night will be over soon, I promise.” she told them.

She pops the grape and the fig in her mouth, relishing in the sweet taste of victory. She steps out into her terrace garden, letting her silver-gold hair loose and unbound. She finds her pool and begins shedding her violet silk tokar with the golden fringe, noting that her handmaidens had completed the arrangements. Dany makes sure to eye Irri with a smile that would always make her blush and swoon before sheleft. After she was done her bath, Irri would most definitely be sharing her bed tonight. Her blood still boiled inside of her like liquid fire and she’d had a long journey, and Irri had always pleased her, so she would relish in her... company.

She sips her cup of red wine as she bathes while overlooking her city, until Drogon presses his massive head to her cheek in a sort of nuzzle, crooning all the while. Dany laughs softly and strokes her fingers over his scales.

“Rejoice, my son, for we still have many battles to fight.” she told him and he snorted in response.

“Just... trying to get used to this place again,”

Not only that. Violet wouldn’t say a word to her, and it kind of made Minnie want to crawl into a hole and die. The redhead likely wouldn’t talk about it unless pressed, however, feeling far too dejected and unwanted for her to want to express those anxious thoughts that surrounded the situation. 

🔫 The road was still being double and triple checked. If they wanted to get to this museum safely and bring the supplies back safely, they had no choice but to be patient in dealing with the roads, even with their complicated situations. Add to that the fact that Carl had found a lone survivor here, and now he had to decided what to do with or for her. They would be on the road for a while and wouldn’t be just heading back to their respective homes overnight. If he could determine her situation as qualified to return with them, per se, she certainly wouldn’t have a place to stay immediately.

He was only checking on the roads right now and he had time. With enough ahead of him clear, he focused instead on the girl. Nowadays he walked out of Alexandria with a gun always on hand, but he had stopped drawing it unless necessary. With nothing to warrant the need for his gun to be held right at this moment, he merely kept his hand at his side, ready to draw it if need be. If he sensed no threat, it was better to bring no threat. Better not to create a situation for another person to perceive as a threat if he didn’t want to be seen as one.

Of course, he could understand caution, and she was still to the side among the trees. He didn’t need to assume she was attempting to mislead him - only be prepared for that possibility. It created far fewer aggressive or tense situations, and that had helped them to help other people. Made their groups larger. “Hey; are you alone? You can stay there if you feel better there, but let me know if you need help, okay? If you can’t make it out here alone, if you’re looking for somebody or something... I’ll be around a bit longer if you need anything.”

A chuckle ;  lazy. Lids remain heavy on his eyes, difficult to lift. He shouldn’t be laughing for fear is visible on her face, but it was kind of funny.

“Fucking piece of shit!” He smashed the other against the wall for the fourth time, blood splattering everywhere. “Teach you to fucking shoot at me.” He threw the now lifeless corpse to the floor before he began going through the dead man’s things. He had some ammunition and a pistol. That would do he supposed. Taking up the loot, he turned just in time to catch the human girl behind him. She was looking between him and the body. “Let that be a lesson for you to never pull a weapon on me,” he advised. Though it also served as a warning for her not to try anything as well.

Society had fallen, and with it the wills of men. Something so malleable and exploitable to someone who was gifted with the affinity of speech--Someone like the silver foxes brother.

Winter always knew he was a leader--and even as he stared their parent’s corpses in the face--he didn’t falter...No he rose far higher then Winter could even imagined. A entire compound taken over with sheer force, no one left in sight.

Winter had been out on a supply run, a Colt M1911 in hand. It was just getting close to dark--but much to her relief no walkers had been in the general area...at least not yet. She had head of hoards, but had yet to see one.

As she begins to leave the brush a distant voice catches her attention--one that seems to be on the verge of dying, at least that’s what she had deduced. Brows would knit together as aims her gun, her footwork falling silent as she attempts to see the person before they had seen her...after all it was a dog eat dog world.

Perhaps it was instinct--or maybe even a hint of compassion that causes Winter to step into the clearing, “..Are you okay?” If it had been an adult she’d leave them to die but this girl...she was so young, and judging by how she looked, Winter guessed she was falling ill.

“H-Hey...look at me” Her voice is slightly louder as she steps closer, kneeling in front of the girl, her hand grabbing a canteen that hung from her hip, “Drink this.” Once the girl had taken it, she’d remove her backpack and rummage through it until she found a protein bar.