✝ ———- 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.
“ mēre ābra. daor sesīr iā khalēsi kostagon arlinnon se ways hen se Dōthrāki. ” a hand rests on her swollen belly. perhaps she could not change the ways of the dothraki , but her son could. the STALLION that mounts the world. “ iksan thankful iksā kesīr. ” he reminded her she was MORE than a khaleesi.
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