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“Killing is the sweetest thing there is.” /GOT/ Game of Thrones/ 1*8+/ Novella./ Magic Reigns Member.

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Sandor

Clegane

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Sandor's childhood appears to have been overshadowed by his older brother Gregor's brutality and martial prowess. When Sandor was seven, his father explained the burns inflicted by Gregor by claiming his bedding caught fire. There are rumors of a sister who died young in mysterious circumstances, and their father was killed in a hunting accident shortly after King Robert I Baratheon came to the throne, which is also implied to have been suspicious, leaving the family estates to Gregor. Sandor left to join the Lannister household the same day Gregor came into his inheritance. He claims to have killed a man when he was twelve years old, possibly during Robert's Rebellion, as he was part of Tywin Lannister's host during the Sack of King's Landing. Sandor has never taken a knight's vows. Ser Barristan Selmy unhorsed Sandor during a tourney a year ago. Sandor is a huge and heavily-muscled man. The left side of his face is gaunt, with sharp cheekbones and a heavy brow, while the right side is a burned ruin with a stump for an ear. Slick black flesh is pocked with craters and deep cracks that ooze red and wet. The scars extend down to his throat. There is a twisted mass of scar around his right eye, which is still good. Sandor's nose is large and hooked, and his long hair is dark and thin and brushed so that it covers the right since no hair grows there. Sandor's eyes are grey and bone shows on his jaw.Sandor speaks in a rasping voice. He has a temper,but is dutiful. The Hound regularly wears an olive-green cloak over plain, soot-dark armor and a distinctive helm sculpted into the shape of a snarling dog's head.He also sometimes wears a brown roughspun tunic and studded leather jerkin. Sandor wields a longsword, a warhammer,and a dagger. His stallion is a heavy courser named Stranger.

Basic Information
Sandor Clegane (Self explanatory)
San-dor Cle-gane (Self explanatory)
Nickname/Alias The Hound, Dog, Clegane.
Meaning Sandor is a Hungarian name that means: Defender of Men.br> Origin It was given to him by his sister.
Title The King's Dog.
Pet Name Hound, or Dog.
ID Number None.
Signature None.
Gender Male.
Gender Role Masculine.
Orientation Straight.
Real Age 27-30.
Age Appearance He looks in his thirties.
Birthday Unknown.
Deathday Unknown.
Birthplace Clegane Keep.
Astrological Sign Unknown.
Zodiac Sign Unknown.
Species Human.
Ethnicity Westerosi.
Blood Type Unknown.
Preferred Hand Ambidextrous
Facial Type Gaunt.
Eye Color Grey.
Hair Color Black/Brown.
Hairstyle Long.
Skin ToneWhite.
Complexion Burned.
Makeup None.
Body Type Huge and heavily-muscled man.
Build Muscular.
Height 6'8".
Weight (In pounds)
Cup Size None.
Facial Hair Beard.
Shoe Size Unknown.
Birthmarks/scars He has scars all over, the most noticable being the burn on right side of his face.
Distinguishing FeaturesHooked nose and heavy brow.
Health Healthy.
EnergyA lot.
Memory Very well, unless he's been drinking.
Senses Depends.
Allergies Unknown.
Handicaps Limp in his leg.
Medication Ale.
Phobias Fire.
Addictions Drinking and killing.
Mental DisordersUnknown.

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Apr 21st 2019 01:28






Fire is a fickle thing.

When tended with care it fills a hearth with warmth and necessity. The flames lick below a pot filled to the brim of food to be divided amongst a family. The sound of the crackling wood becomes a soothing feeling within a child that is being rocked within his mother's arms. However, when misused in the selfish nature of men, through fire and blood, it becomes the inferno of the shattered hopes and dreams. It consumes within a simple moment. The raging flames destroy everything in its wake. The anger and destruction leaving ashes falling as though it were blackened snow. The flaming red marks on skin.

Leaning back against the warm stone, the warmth seeped passed the thin layer of her blue tunic. Violet eyes watched with a love and tenderness that only a mother could bear as Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion flew back and forth through the clouds. They were the exception to fire. For her dragons were fire made flesh. An embodiment of the sweet calming nature of flames and the raging inferno of death. Like every child they had their flaws. They were only learning right from wrong at present but that made no difference. They were still children. Creatures of the old Valyria yes, but children all the same.

My children.

โ€œWhat are you thinking about, Khaleesi?โ€ Jorah's low voice broke her concentration from her children.

Turning her head slightly, the silver platinum locks caressing her cheeks fell before her eyes. Brushing back a strand and tucking it behind her ear she hummed softly โ€œMy dragons.โ€ A small smile forming at the last word.

Jorah lifted his eyes to the sky briefly before returning to lock with her own. โ€œAre you worried for them?โ€

โ€œNo. Yes.โ€ Her voice spoke with that melodic tone as a sigh escaped her lips. โ€œWe faced warlocks. Masters who made humans...men, women, and children slaves.โ€ Her eyes watched as Drogon slowly lowered himself to the ground. โ€œNone could take my children from me. No one ever will.โ€ The steel in her tone leaving room for arguments.

No one.

{ continued here if you are interested: โ– fireborne || drabble #1 }

โ€ข โ€ข โ€ข โ– โ€ข โ€ข โ€ข

Did I just send you a little snippet of my writing to get you intrigued enough to write with me... why yes, darling. I 100% did.

My name isย Daenerys Stormborn of theย House Targaryen,First of Her Name, the Unburnt, Queen of the Andals and the First Men, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea,Breaker of Chains, andMother of Dragons.

[ Thank god for Missandei for being the amazing human she is and reading my 3 lines of titles for me! ]

But noโ€” while i am shamelessly seeking a writing opportunity with you, the point is I wish to create aย  worth-wild storyline with you that is filled adventure, mystique, maybe even a modern au world. That has magic and legend with some dragons slipped in between. I hope you agree and if you do you can shoot me a message. I have a discord if that is easier for you and would be more than happy to share that your way if you wish. Let me know darling, and if not I hope you enjoy a short bit of my writing.

โ€”The writer behind Dany.


Maya Stark

Apr 20th 2019 09:02


Maya like all her siblings had been through a lot since their father was killed and Robb and their mother were murderd at the Red Wedding. Maya knew that Arya had taken care of the Freys and she was glad about that,but she kept her secret for now mostly because she knew Sansa wouldn't really understand what Arya had become.ย 

Maya herself had killed many of their enemies and those who caused her family harm in any way with the poisons that she learned about in Dorne from the Red viper himself and she had learned their ways of fighting as well which she used when needed.ย 

She had come home and met both her sisters once she did as well as Bran and it was a lovely reunion, one she knew would come eventually but she never knew it would be in the home that was rightdully their's.ย 

When Jon and Daenerys came to Winterfell she watched from the gates like her sister had seeing the armies coming and the dragons flying over them and Maya smiled to this watching them in wonder,though Shadow wasn't too happy about them and so she pet her black Direwolf's massive head "Easy girl they are here to help us" she then smiled again going to the gates and seeing Arya run into Jon's arms and she smiled to this watching them see each other after so long and after that she came to him and hugged him as well Shadow nudging Ghost "We are the ony two Starks still with our wolves go figure" she told him and watched him nod "Aye,it is interesting indeed" he then introduced Daenerys to them and Maya bowed in respect watching her now.ย 

When they all went to talk about things in the grate hall Maya smiled,though she had to be there because she had tod Jon that she had faced the White Walkers and the Night King himself more times than perhaps even Jon himself did and she was still here and so she told them about those times and how her sword was made from Dragon Glass smoothed down to be a blade unlike the roughness of the glass it's self and the loprds watced this surprised when she showed them the sword,though none of them seemed to understand the engraving on the blade which was silver and gold in color, but Maya did and she smiled again "It says one can always fins the light in the darkest of places" she then watched Jon ask her what the sword's name was and she smiled "I call her Dark Slayer" se then put it away and watche the others "I will keave yopu all to it now Jon this is your plan so go on and tell thm what you came here to say and I will see you all later| she then smied to Sansa and nodded to Dany walking out for now with Shadow behind her.ย 

The place hadn't changed all that much and when she looked up at te place her parents would always watch them from she coud almost see them there smiling down to thwm and she tried not to cry because she missed them so very much.ย 

Maya went to the training grounds taking out her black featherd arrows and putting them in the bow that had wolves on it's tips and symbles that she had learned the meaning of long ago and she coverd her eyes with a blindfold fiering at the targets and never missing a shot all in the center as well and after that she took them back putting them on her back again and she took out her black bladed sword that had the language of old on it that said 'one can always find the light in the darkest of places' and because of this she called the sword Dark Slayer.

She took it from the sheath that had a black wolf on it and she started to practice as if she had people attacking her and she moved with the quickness of a snake and the strength of a wolf using the moves she learned when attending Arya's classes at times in King's Landing and the moves she learned in Dorne along with some of those she made up herself and when Shadow nuged her she looked to the side seeingย someone standing there and she knew who it was just by the way he looked "Well now I never expected to see you here Hound, but I am glad that Jon got you to join us, because we are going to need all the help we can get in this war" she smiled after saying that and sighed as well and Shadow watched him now as well sitting by Maya's side for the moment.
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Apr 15th 2019 16:06


Comments or my group,ย 
either or!
My group is linked on my profileย 
or you know how to send a comment, obviously.ย 
xD
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Apr 7th 2019 23:10


If you wouldn't mind!
:D
Also do you have discord by chance?
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Apr 7th 2019 13:10


Who should start off?ย 
:D
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Apr 5th 2019 14:20


So!
Winterfell reunion, yes?ย 

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Mar 31st 2019 22:12


I rather like the one where they're reunited at Winterfell.ย 
I'm actually really excited to see that reunion myself.ย 
So i think it'd be great to try it out.ย 
She's a stronger bird; he's a softer killerย 
(not sure that made sense.)
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Mar 31st 2019 17:49


What a bunch of hullabaloo that was.ย 
Fantasy dreams, not for me anymore.ย 
Fantastic.ย 
Where would you like to start?ย 
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Mar 30th 2019 02:37


she-wolf
When the snows fall, and the white winds blow; the lone wolf dies. But the pack survives. I am Sansa Stark of Winterfell. I have always been a Stark, and I will remain one forever. My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel; but I made broken look beautiful. I charge we are all here for the same reasons. And I certainly hope we can achieve some peace in this gathering. I would very much like to get to know you. I am curious in expanding my regional knowledge of those in the lands. I cannot rely on stories anymore. So, I send this raven with my most heartfell wish we might become allies. You would benefit from a friend in the North.

Sincerely,
Sansa Stark.
There are no heroes in real life; monsters always win.
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Feb 2nd 2019 22:17


The Lady of Winterfell waited for the gates to open in front of her. ย Sansa Stark stared for a minute before her gaze went to her brotherโ€™s face. ย He had brought not only himself but dragons. Sansaโ€™s eyes grew big as she looked at the heavens. ย Seeing the beast's silhouettes flying above her, she grew concerned. ย Jon made the worse decisions for a King. She watched as the fair maiden crept to her slowly. ย Daenerys Targaryen, the raven only arriving this morning of them all to arrive to Winterfell. ย The red wolf counted the she-dragonโ€™s steps, as every bit of snow sank beneath her with a crunch. You were not made for winter. Sanaโ€™s eyes judged her but seeing the warmth for her in Jonโ€™s face only annoyed her further. ย Jon what have you done? ย The Queenโ€™s hand stretched to her, Sansa only looked at it. ย She would not make Jonโ€™s same mistake.

In that moment, Sansa looked up at the crowd had thinned, and she saw the tall man. ย The face she would recognize anywhere. Many years had passed since Sansa had seen Sandor Clegane, Sansaโ€™s eyes met his. He was towering over the rest of the men that enter. ย Some with the brownish skin she had ever seen, she let Daenerys hand to idle for long. She grabbed it and her eyes left Sandorโ€™s. โ€œForgive me, you must be Daenerys Targaryen.โ€ Sansa said, Jon smiled as if his sister had finally accepted her into her graces. No, Jon. Far from it. When Jon had returned he had brought many along with him. ย ย Sansa mind had ponder where Jon had met Sandor at again. โ€œWe will arrange your quarters, Daenerys. ย Your men will have to see to themselves outside of the gates.โ€ Sansa nodded at her handmaidens to get the room ready for her highness. ย Once the white queen had stepped away, Jon was at her side. Sansa looked up again to where she saw Sandor. He had not been where her eyes had left him, the redhead sighed. There was a lot to do and barely any time to lend its hand. ย โ€œI will go to the Godโ€™s wood and pray.โ€

The snow was still falling in the Godwoodโ€™s, the white tree with the red leaves still bloomed here even in the dead of winter. ย Sansa thought of Sandor again. She had wondered how he was all these years. The red wolf recalling Arya telling her the story of them meeting along the way. ย Regardless of him being on her list, Sansa had remembered many times where he saved her own life. She begged for his to be spared as long as he was in Winterfell, he would remain safe, Sansaโ€™s gift to him as he had kept her safe in Kingโ€™s Landing. ย Much like Brienne had saved her, Sandor was her Aryaโ€™s savior as well, and it was not all for nothing nor forgotten from where Sansa was sitting.

Sansaโ€™s thoughts fell to meeting the rightful Queen of the iron throne only moments earlier, taking an instant disliking to fair haired woman.ย  Kneeling in front of the white bark of the Weirwood tree, Sansa could almost feel the warmth and light of the Godโ€™s she prayed to. Yet the winterโ€™s bite had pierced every bit of visible skin Sansa had not clothed. ย Death had hung in the air and the cold had only gotten colder. Yet, she went to the Godโ€™s wood to pray to the old godโ€™s and the new. They didnโ€™t need to tell her that her brother lost his mind bringing the white witch to their home. ย She would keep the thoughts to herself as she looked onto the Weirwood tree. Staring at the carved face in the bark, Sansa thought of her life that had past since this very moment.

Her thoughts trailing to her time in Kingโ€™s Landing where she was to wed Joffrey and even down to the point of the way his highness had treated her. ย Then, Sandor again, when she thought of his attempts to get her out of the city all those times, but she was foolish, but felt smart at the time. The wolfโ€™s time with the lionโ€™s den had only taught her how to be clever, calculating.ย  Soft ivory pressed against the hard white bark, tracing over the carved eyes and mouth. There had been many times where Sansa had lost herself to thoughts of yesteryear. In that last moment, all she thought of was him.

Her hand pressed to the trees, memories fading, Sansa had grown. ย ย The red wolf adapted to all the environments she experienced around her and survived. The winds had brought the winterโ€™s bite, her cheeks flushed a bright red. ย It wasn't winter that scared her nor the cold, she had been through worse. Her feet crunched upon the snowy blanket below. Jon was back, her title had meant nothing now. She heard the crunch of the snow behind her, thinking it was just one of her guard or counsel to inform her of something else. โ€œI donโ€™t know what he is thinking bringing herโ€ฆโ€ Sansa turns and doesnโ€™t finish her thought. ย โ€œOh I am sorry I thought you were... it doesnโ€™t matter.โ€ The snow began to pick up around them both. โ€œHow have you been, Sandor?โ€ She called him by his name, knowing that she had use other terms in the past. Ones that she wished she could take back. โ€œItโ€™s been quite some time. โ€

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