gone a-raiding (wildling au)
Jul. 7th, 2016 06:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tooktheblackNormally raiding parties didn't go this south but the green lands had better meat, better women and better crops for stealing. Jon was one of the best and usually when things were slim for them up above the Wall, they sent him and Tormund south because they could slip around the crows' arrows easier than the others.
Lately, the crows all seemed busy with some king or lord so it was nothing to slip past the lightly garrisoned castle at the Shadow Tower and make their way south. They kept off the road, too easy to be seen, and poached from the land as they went further and further toward the great grand castle they called Winterfell.
"They call this the Wolfswood," Tormund said, chewing a blade of grass thoughtfully. Jon could see why. There were wolves here, though they were the small ones that were no match for his direwolf. As they killed, he kept the pelts; they'd make a fine cloak. They came up on a pond in the wood, found a horse tethered there, heard the soft sounds of a woman.
"We'll be seen," Tormund hissed but Jon couldn't help it. He was curious, too curious, and drew up closer. She was kissed by fire, with hair the color of dancing flames, and he longed to reach out and touch it. The first girl he'd ever stolen had been kissed by fire and when he'd made love to her, she'd told him he was lucky for it.
In his desire to get closer to her, he stepped on a branch and it cracked loudly, giving away his position.
Lately, the crows all seemed busy with some king or lord so it was nothing to slip past the lightly garrisoned castle at the Shadow Tower and make their way south. They kept off the road, too easy to be seen, and poached from the land as they went further and further toward the great grand castle they called Winterfell.
"They call this the Wolfswood," Tormund said, chewing a blade of grass thoughtfully. Jon could see why. There were wolves here, though they were the small ones that were no match for his direwolf. As they killed, he kept the pelts; they'd make a fine cloak. They came up on a pond in the wood, found a horse tethered there, heard the soft sounds of a woman.
"We'll be seen," Tormund hissed but Jon couldn't help it. He was curious, too curious, and drew up closer. She was kissed by fire, with hair the color of dancing flames, and he longed to reach out and touch it. The first girl he'd ever stolen had been kissed by fire and when he'd made love to her, she'd told him he was lucky for it.
In his desire to get closer to her, he stepped on a branch and it cracked loudly, giving away his position.
