unbunt.

✝     ———-     orange and gold bleed into the horizon ;       a pale reminder of the nature of the beast  .         begrudgingly   ,      he resigns to its role   ,     shying away from the golden beauty of yesterday  ,      fading slow into an array of stars  .        

imprints of a beast are buried in the sand  ,      yet the body of a boy which they’ve shackled remains in custody  .           (  are they fearful? )         in this land of     savagery   ,       i do not look like the beast   ,    and    she finds comfort in my presence  ,     where the mere sound of her voice nourishes my decaying body  .           

he remains unresponsive   to the taunts of its captors   —– this mocking mirage of a prey who never falters  ,      never blinks ,     never submits to dread  ,       but only ever directs his glossy eyes at the maiden of fire .

(     these shackles cannot bind me within a cage of bones forever  .   )      these barbarians will know     HORROR     when i am unleashed .        i will sink my teeth into their chests and shatter their bones into dust   .      i will maul their flesh and eat their hearts raw .      and i will paint the golden sands red .       for  I AM NOT THEIR LAMB .       I AM THE VERY BEAST THEY FEEL THUMPING IN THEIR CHEST .       i    am     the     hollow     of     the    abyss   .          i am the end  .  

❝     pōnta’re zūgagon hen ao .     ❞        disdain peels in honeyed layers ;      he actively avoids any sort of inclusion of third parties during their communication .     ❝       aōha sȳz sylutegon hae narys kesrio syt konir sagon se mērī run pōnta’ve mirre sylutego .      ❞

everyone   but her  ,        he devotedly swears .       (       no harm shall come to  THE KHALEESI  .     she did not deserved to witness any more of the savagery of men  .       she deserved only days in the sun ,      laying amidst the flowers  ,    forever in bloom  .    )      

❝     iksā daorun hae zirȳ.  gūrogon zirȳ hen pōja korzoti se nēdenka se skoros issi pōnta? issi daorun yn udra hen vali isse iā doru field, aderī naejot sagon nārhēdegon.  gūrogon aōla hen mirre, se ao sagon iēdrosa Daenērys Targārien.    ❞

he     was       here       for      a       purpose    ,       she      thought.       he’s     different      than      the     others     ,      but    so     is       she.       their      paths      were      meant      to      cross      and     of       that      she      was      certain.       curiosities      still      lingered      in       her        thoughts.        where      he       came       from     ,      why      he      was       here    ,     what     he      truly      was.       these     curiosities      did      not       strike     FEAR      as      they      would       in       most.       where      others      saw       fear      daenerys       saw       potential.       

the      dothraki     -       scared     of     her.       it       seemed        foolish.     the      dothraki      feared       nothing.      no       one.      but      he       was       right.       their      ways       were       threatened      by      HER      and      her      alone.       and       while       today       she      may      have       won        ––––––       tomorrow      would      not      be       as        kind.         “      ao     sia      konīr      tubī.       ”         drogo’s       bloodrider       had      a      HATRED      in      his     eyes      for        her.       he        hated        her       kindness     ,       and       her       name       meant      NOTHING      to       him.     in      a       way      ––––––     𝖍𝖊𝖗     𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘     𝖎𝖘       𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙     𝖐𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖉      𝖍𝖎𝖒.      

"    they     don’t      see      me       as      one      of      them.      they     never      will     ,     ”         she       says.      drogo      had       just      killed       one      of       his       BLOODRIDERS       over      an      order       she     had       given     ,      an      order      he      didn’t       want      to      obey.       how       many      more       would      die      due       to       defiance    ?       “      all       they’ve        ever       known      is        raping     ,      and      slaving     ,       and      killing.     ”       𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙     𝖜𝖆𝖘      𝖙𝖍𝖊      𝖉𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖆𝖐𝖎      𝖜𝖆𝖞.         she’s      thinking      aloud.       she      can      do       that       with      him.       the       sun       was      beginning      to        set.        a       fire       roared       beside      her         tent.           “      if      they      had      it      their      way       that      entire       village      would      be      dead.      as       would      you.    ”      the      dothraki      didn’t      often      think      before       swinging      a       blade.