paradisalogs | be afraid of the old, they'll inherit your souls

ᴡʜᴏ: Daenerys Targaryen & you!
ᴡʜᴀᴛ: Take a step, don't fall, you're in her world now. Aka; All the ASOIAF people have terrible lives filled with sadness and trauma.
ᴡʜᴇɴ: During the plot.
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: The wonderful trauma filled expanse of her mind.
WARNING FOR BLOOD, DEATH, ASSAULT, NOT FUN OR NICE THINGS, AND SPOILERS FROM A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE.

[ The hallway is long and large, walls of soft marble and floors of polished granite. Pillars adorn each side with cravings etched into their smooth surfaces, cravings of dragons and swords, of flowers and wolves, of the battles of old, and even the intimacies of the flesh.

It continues outwards into a large circular hall and in between the pillar are paintings on the walls, women and men of all different ages, but their all share the coloring of House Targaryen; the silvergold hair and purple eyes that make them unmistakeable. Underneath each painting a bust of each Targaryen, made both of dragon glass for the head and marble for the hair. Something grips your heart as you pass them, a sadness and longing, it is not until you reach the painting and bust of old king and his lady wife that a sadness takes a hold.

This sadness grows as you reach a man of youth and his wife. You linger there, but it is Daenerys herself to steps forward to trace her fingers over the bust of the man. You feel her sadness as if it were your own. Her brother, you think, this the brother she did not know. The brother who fought valiantly, the brother who was kind and loved, the brother who died in the river of the Trident. Beside the woman's bust sits two small cravings of dragon welps being consumed by lions as a wolf stands idly watching impassively, symbols of the slaughter. You may not understand it, but it fills you with grief.

Continuing along you see the portrait of another man, he looks almost Daenerys' age. But if you turn to ask she will not answer, her attention has moved further along the wall. You look over and see her sadly staring at another bust and portrait, the painting appears as if it is melted and the bust nothing more than a copper shape.

But your attention is dragged by to the portrait before you, for some reason you cannot bring yourself to step away. Your feet refuse to move and all around you echoes a voice, a voice of rage, that instills a deep seeded feeling of fear and helplessness. It sends shivers down your spine.

Three archways appear where once was stood the hallway you entered in, the voice gets louder (you have woken the dragon!) as you turn to peer at them.

One leads to a great grass sea, another leads to a flat land cloaked in darkness with a large burning funeral pyre as the only source of light, and the final leads to a grand castle on an island surrounded by ocean.

Urgency grips you, the man's voice is getting louder, you can stay if you want but fear tells you to run. To pick an archway and soon. ]

( ooc; sup sup sections ─ LINGER | DOTHRAKI SEA | FUNERAL PYRE | DRAGONSTONE

the goal is to find the red door, once you find that you will escape her nightmare. )

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[ The longer you linger in the hall the louder the voice become, it is quickly joined by whispers from the other portraits. They urge to to flee, to run, they tell you not to look back.

There is no way back only forward, so you will have to pick an archway eventually even if you do not want to. ]

Edited 2012-10-06 06:49 (UTC)

be afraid of the old, they'll inherit your souls

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