Kissed by fire

in the game of thrones, you win or you die

Aditsan Achak

there is no middle ground

Silence overcame the male as he drifted off to sleep. He had found a nice area to rest for a while. The Dreamer's Col had an effect on him, one that he simply could not explain to people. It was almost peaceful for him. His eyes closing from their normal seeing selves to blackness, darkness. He was all curled up, thought to be hidden from the eyes of others who might wander upon the lands. He truly [technically] was still a softy deep in his heart, he just hid it with all his power.


He still held close to the crazy belief that half breeds of any sort were vile and to be repulsed at all choices. After all, his experiences with half breeds in his past supported this. Your only doing things out of desperation. He told himself. His eyes were shut, but he was not yet asleep. His tail went up... down... up... down. It went over and over again. A harmonic beat for a troubled soul.

Wear your scars like medals of glory