W I L D L I N G S ➻ fake book of the houses

venetianassassin:

What, have you never met a warg?
He’s a warg. He can enter the mind of animals, see through their eyes.

“Mance promises swords for every man of the first team to reach the top,” he told them, his breath misting in the cold air. “Southron swords of castle-forged steel. And your name in the song he’ll make of this, that too. What more could a free man ask? Up, and the Others take the hindmost!”

cemetery:

Twilight deepened. The cloudless sky turned a deep purple, the color of an old bruise, then faded to black.