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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 31, 2012 19:58:28 GMT -5
He chuckles. "Will you miss me? I can give you something to remember me by," His dragon leers at her and she feels its oven-hot breath on her naked body.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 31, 2012 20:25:00 GMT -5
She looks up to him. "I am not a whore," She says getting quite tired of people calling her that no mater how high up they are. "I will return if you request it, I have spent much time risking my life and having little to show for it. But you have left me much to remember you by." She says back her eyes staying fixed on his.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 31, 2012 20:28:21 GMT -5
"Gods do not request; they command. Didn't your priests teach you that? You don't need to be a whore for one to take his pleasure...little as that would be." He whispers, and Drogon's head shoots forward. "Now, climb up, priestess, or you can try walking down this mountain and naked across the Dothraki Sea."
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 31, 2012 20:30:03 GMT -5
She looks to protest but knowing it would be pointless she mounts the dragon having to rap her arms around his waist to stay on.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 31, 2012 20:32:36 GMT -5
He chuckles at her discomfort and fear. "That's why they call the worship of a god "fear", my lovely. For what is man before me?" The huge dragon is a scar on the sky as he glides for many many miles.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 31, 2012 20:49:15 GMT -5
She has to cling close looking down. "I have never seen anything like this..."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 31, 2012 20:54:04 GMT -5
"There is nothing like this." They land for the night. He hops off his dragon and pulls her down. The tall grasses cut into her exposed flesh. "Sleep now. No prayers can be answered the next few hours." Whether that was a joke or not is unclear at this point.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 31, 2012 21:22:15 GMT -5
She blinks as she is bulled down and flinches as she gets cut. She looks to him with as her feet on the ground "Sleep?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 31, 2012 21:26:20 GMT -5
"Or stay awake, see if I care. Drogon can't fly forever. I doubt you're going to run, and your tits aren't going to stab me in my sleep...unless they're trying to make me happy," he jokes.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 31, 2012 22:23:59 GMT -5
She shakes her head. "How can they do that when you have burnt one of them?" She jokes back.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 1, 2012 9:38:03 GMT -5
"They probably can't." He opens a saddle bag and throws her a blanket, a set of breeches, sandals, and quite possibly the ugliest tunic of all time. "Don't freeze." He leans back on his dragon's wing and closes his eyes.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Nov 1, 2012 17:00:58 GMT -5
She attempts to put them on carefully placing them over the areas she was injured. "Well I am glad you at least honest." She says with a sad sigh.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 1, 2012 18:17:50 GMT -5
"Why lie? I enjoy the truth of my situation far too much." He apparently falls asleep.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Nov 1, 2012 18:19:19 GMT -5
She puts her back on to a rock and covers herself in the blanket. It takes a while for her to get used it to but eventually falls asleep.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 1, 2012 18:34:52 GMT -5
The next day they land. Vhagus grins. "Only twenty miles now; enjoy the walk." He blows her a kiss and flies off, Drogon a virtual dagger in the sky.
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