I know this could go badly, but I am blinded by rage and my hate and anger triumphs over all other feelings in these moments. I care not that he attempts to make peace with me, understands my feelings. I know she had nothing here, no family for me to take away or friends for me to kill to show her the pain that she is making so many others hurt. I would dare not touch an innocent soul that knows nothing of the pain she has caused my family and its friends, but I wished I was the sort of creature that didn’t care. My form almost feels like its gliding in the winds as if I was soaring, I felt so light in body but my emotions were heavy so they kept me from soaring like the care free creatures of the sky that have taught me their ways.

I dare not think of what the group is doing now, part of me wonders if any will follow me. I had left I a hurry but silent but my intentions were quite clear after my battle song roared through the skies. Would any come to assist me? I cared not if they did but I hoped they would not interfere. This was a battle most personal to me and one that if I were to win perhaps life would be somewhat back to normal. Daenerys said she wasn’t ready to step up, but perhaps she didn’t have too, I had no wish to rule but I know that the blood of others in our mountain family have boiled for the throne at one time or another, even if it were to be temporary. It is no time to think of what will happen when I am to do to her what her name is from the mountain. We will work out what to do, morn in peace and not with some fem prowling around giving her false pity upon the family she has destroyed.

I dance forward feeling the click of air in my maw as she avoided my initial attacks, I figured she would not take my siege without some form of retaliation so I moved back hearing her savage dirty sounds escape her maw and her fangs slicing across my left scapula leaving two thin lines. I will not run, I will not give up what I desire. She throws her frame against mine and my form braces causing a collision between our two forms my heavier weight making me very solid as she attempts to knock me over. I hear her voice, a snarl more vile sounds simply spewing from her maw. She is a fool to think I am one to just leave; my life will not be forfeit here and certainly will not be given to her! She has taken enough lives this day and mine will not be added to the list.

My reply comes in the form of another attack, whipping my back end around the face her the slight wound on my shoulder tinging slightly though I ignored it. Rage was the only thing I felt and my own physical pain was only adding more wood to the fire and making my blaze stronger. My fangs reach out to grasp her already wounded foreleg. Should I take hold I will grip it and attempt to yank it out from underneath her to cause her once more to fall. I will not back down her vain hope to intimidate me with words bounce of and only drive me further to harm her.

~ Calls Sage’s Soul ~ Serenades None ~ Sings Spirane’s Song~