VISERYS
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The ocean beckoned to him, the light zephyr running its invisible fingers through his silky mane. It caressed him, along his arched nape, down his strong back and delicate limbs, to his long plume, swaying softly by its touch. Like the tender hands of a lover, it made him feel strong and refreshed as he set hoof on the burning sands of the Endless Blue. Viserys stepped lightly, as he had of habit, nares flared and lobes perked high upon his crown. He was a beautiful sight, graceful of movement and with a regal air about him. Striding all the way down to the surf, he dipped his aching limbs in the sweet, rolling waves. A smirk lingered on his features, eyes closing briefly as a gust of wind tugged at his tresses. The pearlescent stag enjoyed a moment’s solitude, the water licking up his legs as he walked along slowly.
He did not long to get back to his new so-called ‘home’. The bare thought caused him to snort in contempt, for rarely had he stumbled upon such a heap of useless imbeciles. It had only been meant as a temporary solution, but with the welcome he had received, he was tempted to make his stay much shorter than he had initially calculated. Viserys sighed in frustration, a frown upon his pretty face; he had expected a fair amount of rurality, but the complete lack of civilization had come as a shock to him. He would have their heads when he regained his rightful throne, for the way they had treated him, with a complete lack of respect for their superior. All his life, he had been pampered and nursed, as was suitable for any prince, and he had expected them to recognize royalty when they saw it. Again, a huge disappointment. Instead, he had faced strong accusations, voiced in the most gruesome way, that he should have taken advantage of his own sister. This was of course true, but none of their business anyway.
Much against his will, his mind wandered to that bitch Mirage. He did not want to think of her and her attitude, as the mere picture of her in his head stirred his delicate temper. She would be the one to suffer the most of them all; he would make damn sure of that. Moving up to the dunes, he paused to take a couple mouthfuls of grass, but he found his appetite ruined. It was little reconciliation to think about how she would react, once she found out what he had done with Daenerys. Imagining the look on her face, and the sleek smirk returned to him. She could do whatever she wanted; Daenerys would always be bound to him and reminded by him with the offspring they had created. A son, he was certain, his rightful heir to the kingdom. What had been done could not be undone, no matter how wildly Mirage would act out. A quiet laugh escaped him, chiming upon the wind as it was carried away.
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Viserys' bid for a moment's peace and isolation was short lived. Unfortunately for him it was interrupted by Histe, a mare that had teetered on the brink of insanity most of her young life and had finally plunged off the edge. Her tail lashed against her scarred legs as she walked, kicking up sand before her. She hated sand. She remembered how it had gotten in her wounds, how it had rubbed her tender skin raw time and again after the quest that rotten old ghost had sent her on.
"Look."
Huinne had been quiet for the better part of the day, so upon hearing his voice Histe raised her gaze. Her ears tilted back against her head and her teeth snapped together at the sight of the white stallion. So clean. So pure. So beautiful.
She hated him for it.
He laughed, the sound of it was carried on the wind to her, causing the mare to snort. "Useless."
"Why useless."
"Too pretty."
"He is pretty."
"Pretty ones are useless." Her tail lashed against her legs again and she raised a forehoof and pawed at the ground.
"What are you going to do?"
"What do you think, Huinne?"
"Kill him?"
"Maybe."
Huinne lapsed into silence again and the mare stalked toward the stallion, looking every bit as feral as she always did. When she reached the stallion she stopped and stared him down, something akin to bloodlust shining in her eyes. "You don't belong here." She said matter of factly. He wasn't damaged enough. He wasn't scarred. He didn't smell of death.
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VISERYS
merely this and nothing more.
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He saw her first. The beach was scarce of concealments, and so the brindled wench stood out clearly in the landscape. Then he smelled her; acidic, though he couldn’t tell where it came from, but it ripped at his nostrils and caused him to snort. And then her eyes were on him, and those eyes sent chills down his spine. Viserys liked to think of himself as a ruler, but in truth, he was a craven – he’d rather run than get his ass kicked. So he was alert as she came closer still, hearing how she talked to herself, a clear sign of madness. Vis himself was pretty damaged on the mental level, but at least he hadn’t reached that point. Yet. Her eyes were white, like that of a blind man, and the pearlescent stag found it most uncomfortable to look upon them.
It may be true that Viserys was beautiful, pure and clean to look at, but his insides were the complete opposite. A snake in disguise, he had often been accused of something along those lines, but it didn’t bother him. He could act whatever way he pleased, it was his birth-right as a prince of his father’s kingdom. That was also the reason that he pulled himself together, standing with his crown proudly raised as the mare stopped before him, staring back as harshly as she was at him, violet eyes glistening with a poisonous, emerald sheen. She spoke, this time directed at him, and he smiled smoothly. “You are right, stranger, I don’t,” he answered briefly, still standing in the surf, soaking his tired hooves.
Tilting his head a little to the side, he squinted his eyes slightly and smiled at her. "I am Viserys, son of Aerys the Mad. Who might you be, and who were you talking to? He asked, suddenly finding interest in this strange creature. Viserys liked to play with fire, as long as it didn’t burn him, or he would have it extinguished.
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"Listen to him. He speaks so properly."
"He thinks he's better than you." Her mother's voice interrupted Huinne's and Histe snorted fiercely.
"No one is better than me." She answered her mother gruffly, pawing at the sand once more. No one was. Not her mother or her father or even Huinne. None of them were better than she was. They were all dead and look at her. She'd survived to carry on their lineage.
"At least you know you don't belong." The mare growled in response to the stallion. "You should leave." she hissed. "Run as fast as your little legs will carry you and never look back." If he was smart he would listen to her, but she knew he wouldn't. In all her life she'd only met one smart stallion and he was long dead.
When he introduced himself Histe gave a twisted smile. "Histe." She said. "The caller of storms. Daughter of Omega and Kei. Twin of Huinne." Throughout her introduction the sky had begun to darken as storm clouds formed above them. "Why are you here, Viserys?" The mare stood tense, restraining herself from allowing a torent of acid to wash down over herself and the stallion and set ablaze the dried sea grasses that had managed to grow through the sand.
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VISERYS
merely this and nothing more.
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Should Histe get the impression that Viserys thought he was better than her, she was absolutely right. Not to worry though; Viserys thought that of anyone. When you are born with status, a silver spoon in your mouth, certain things seem granted. As for his way of speech, he spoke like a true nobleman, just as taught by the crones and maesters of his homeland. When the mare started to talk again, it was clearly not directed at him, but he understood not her flash of anger. As far as he was concerned, he had neither said nor done anything that could be taken an offence. Very much out of character for him, when you stop to think about it. Usually, he had luck of offending someone within five minutes of their encounter. Consider it a special talent.
Then she started to give him orders, and that didn’t sit well with the platinum stag. His tail flicked, ears perking backwards slightly, but he also felt frightened, though he did not show it. "I have run far enough. They can’t reach me here," he said briskly, looking into her unsettling eyes. His attention was drawn up as clouds suddenly started to gather, where moments before the sky had been clear. It seemed very peculiar and he did not like it one bit. She seemed tenser, but he could not yet grasp just what kind of danger she was posing to him. So instead of running as she had recommended, he answered her question. "I am here because I seek vengeance on those who have slain my family. Usurpers, bastards and hounds the lot of them. Dead bastards, if I get my way," he said coldly, pawing the ground with a foreleg. What was it to her? The way she acted it was like she owned the damn place. The pearlescent brute raised his head and looked at her, not intending to be intimidated. He might be, if he knew what she could do. Poor Viserys.
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Viserys drew a hoarse laugh from Histe when he said that he had run far and was, therefore, unreachable. Maybe he was unreachable, untouchable, to those he'd run away from but he wasn't to her. "Untreachable." She said, a twisted little grin lighting up her face. "Is something you are not." She stretched her neck out toward him and snapped her teeth together. If she wanted she could melt the flesh from his bones. He certainly wasn't unreachable.
The brindle mare's tail lashed against her hocks. "You should stop worrying about the ones you ran from and start worrying about the ones you ran to."
"Stop warning him and kill him."
Histe ignored her mother's voice as Viserys began to speak of vengeance against those who had slain his family. The mare laughed again. "Have you ever murdered anyone, Viserys?" She asked, her eyes flashing with untold joy. "I don't think you have."
"All bark and no bite."
"Exactly." She agreed with her brother's voice. "All bark and no bite. Weak and pathetic."
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