Hodorr wants me to tell you... "Run". (only he said 'Hodor' and drew me a dirt picture of you running... so?)
(( haha. a picture works fine as well <3 ))
(( lol this is gonna be so cracky. plus i think i'm lacking at least three more good hours of sleep. so hurp durp here goes ))
Ned hurried across the yard, towards the stables. He had pulled his riding gloves over his chilled fingers. He needed to be quick. ( For what? He wonders, but he does not stop ) He reaches the stall where his horse is kept, " Hodor!" He calls for the stable boy, when he looks around and finds that he is not there, " Hodor!" Ned calls again, but recieves no answer. ( perhaps he will saddle the horse himself. ) He finds the briddle, reins and the saddle, and quickly readies the grey steed.
Ned doesn't turn, " There you are, it's allright Hodor, i am almost done,"
" You can go break your fast now, Hodor. It's allright, go,"
Suddenly, Ned is lifted to his feet. He opens his mouth to yell, but before he could he felt giant jaws clamp down onto his shoulder. Biting through flesh and bone and the next thing he knew, he was thrown across the room, the back of his head cracking against the stone wall.
He blinked, feeling blood running down the side of his head. He reaches up to feel the warm, sticky blood. And he remembers. Hodor. He looks up, trying to stand. The stableboy was no where to be seen. Where had he gone? Ned felt a flash of anger in him. What possesed Hodor to do such a thing?
He grabs for a rail and slowly makes his way back out to the courtyard. He tries to ask for aid.
But all the only sound that he made...
(( And then he woke up. the end.
It was a terrifying dream.