That was how Khal Jhaqo found her, when half a hundred mounted warriors emerged from the drifting smoke.
She paddled after the sharp red whisper of cold blood, the sweet cloying stench of death. She chased them as she had often chased a red deer through the trees, and in the end she ran them down, and her jaw closed around a pale white arm. She shook it to make it move, but there was only death and blood in her mouth. By now she was tiring, and it was all she could do to pull the body back to shore. As she dragged it up the muddy bank, one of her little brothers came prowling, his tongue lolling from his mouth. She had to snarl to drive him off, or else he would have fed. Only then did she stop to shake the water from her fur. The white thing lay facedown in the mud, her dead flesh wrinkled and pale, cold blood trickling from her throat. Rise, she thought. Rise and eat and run with us.
Game of Thrones meme: eight friendships and/or otps [1/8]
↳ Lyanna Stark x Rhaegar Targaryen
theirs is the song of ice and fire
I knew what I was doing. I was prepared for a long dance with death.
If I look back, I am lost.