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04-17-2013, 11:56 AM
Tyrion Lannister
A bear there was, a bear, a bear! All black and brown, and covered with hair! Oh, come, they said, oh come to the fair!
Ancient trees towered above Tyrion Lannister as he made his way through the land searching for a herd to join. He would not make it as an outcast; alone he did not stand a chance against the dangers of these lands. His size prevented him from fighting anything larger than a wolf pup. Foals seemed to loom above him. Least that is what it seemed to be on the outside. Even beautiful places could hold dark secrets and be places of misery. Much like the horses of these realms, you only see what they want you to see. He walked along the path his legs to sore from his journey to these lands. The forest was foggy this morning. The mist swirled up around his small frame. No one will see me in this. Tyrion moved his ears around listening for anyone that approached. These were dangerous times if he did not find a suitable herd soon he'd become an outcast.
Down the road from here to there. From here! To There!
Not that being an outcast was any different than what he was to his own family. This is why he came here, to have a purpose. And perhaps have some sweet mare on the side every now and again. He grinned and moved into a slow, awkward trot singing to himself quietly. Oh, sweet she was, and pure, and fair! The maid with honey in her hair!
word count: 265
notes: not near as good as it should be.
Never forget what you are. The rest of the world will not. Wear it like armor, and it can never be used to hurt you.
