by feyre.archeron » Sat Jul 26, 2014 8:27 pm
The den rank of death, the pungent oder making Castaway cringe immediately, but there was no way he could stop. He had vowed to protect his family, protect the ones who rejected him. He stood tall, slowing his breathing as he walked forward into the dark cave. The glow from his paws illuminated the empty corridors and made it more comforting than the sheer darkness. This was his last chance to prove to his family that he was worth something.
"You know nothing, Jon Snow."
"The gods made the earth for all men t' share. Only
when the kings come with their crowns and steel sw
ords, they claimed it was all theirs."
"You call us thieves, but at least a thief has t' be bra
ve and clever and quick. A kneeler only has t' kneel.”
"Men can’t own the land no more’n they can own the
sea or the sky."
"You’re mine. Mine, as I’m yours. And if we die, we d
ie. All men must die, Jon Snow. But first we’ll live"
"The Night's Watch don't care if you live or die. Mance
Rayder don't care if I live or die. We're just soldiers in
their armies and there's plenty more to carry on if we
go down. It's you and me that matters to me and you.
Don't ever betray me."
"I never want to leave this cave, Jon Snow"