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how in the seven hells had sandor clegane ended up there ? a dog which had napped under the sun and felt the sea breeze blowing through his ugly face for most of his life now sat on top of the world where nothing grew . the land was covered with a blanket of snow , one so thick it went up to clegane’s knees , forcing him to battle his way through the landscape . how had he gotten there ? jon snow , the stark bastard and his crew of merry fucking men had barged into his cell , releasing the dog from his chains with a request . one sandor clegane had not obligation to grant ... but that he did all the same . a mission that would , most likely , end in certain death but still , sandor had followed jon snow out into the wilderness . he had chewed over his reasons but found no answers ; he didn’t give a fuck about humanity . he didn’t believe in the kindness of men . he didn’t even care that much about any of the men currently snoring by the fire somewhere behind him . ━━ HOW THE FUCK HAD HE GOTTEN THERE ?
it was sandor’s turn to keep watch ; the nights were far longer there and the dangers far STRANGER than anything the hound had ever faced . the crackling of the fire caused him to huff . despite the cold licking at his bones , he never got too close : the hideous side of his face ( where the skin twisted into spirals of red and pink ) wouldn’t allow him to . instead , sandor let his eyes wander across the landscape down below their current camping spot . the darkness and silence was unsettling . hostile ; NOTHING THERE WANTED THEM TO SURVIVE . as he sat there , with every extremity of his body freezing over , sandor pondered about going back to warmer lands . it would be a long trip but he could just kill all those men with a single swing of his axe and leave . no one would ever know , no one would come looking for him , he’d be free once again ! the hound glanced over his shoulder at his traveling companions . tormund grunted and turned in his furs , nudging some of the other members of the dog pile in his sleep . sandor wrinkled his nose and turned away . it would be best to live that fantasy out in his dreams when it was his turn to sleep .
but just as he turned back to stare into the emptiness of the winter landscape , clegane spotted a figure standing amidst the snow , just a few meters away from him . his grip on his weapon tightened and he quickly stood up . they looked human enough , but their stillness alarmed the hound nonetheless . no one should look this comfortable traveling through a northern night . ❛ the fuck you lookin’ at ? ❜
