A Wolf of War (Completed)

Hunter IV

[Part One of Two]

(Here is it friends, the Battle of Winterfell in all of its glory)

    Here they come, the winds started to pick up and the coldness of the realm started to shake the skin, hoping to seek warmth. The sun had just set, the warmth from the world was drained away and the chilling breeze froze everything to the ground.

The little tent that stood outside the castle walls, was lit up by a small candle but projected many beings inside. The last war council until the end; generals dressed in armor and fur, pale-skinned men with dark eyes despite the color of their irises. Four armored wolves and a direwolf sat in the back of the tent as the commanders devised up their final plan.

"Ren has planted a silver jar in the Godswood for the ice ashes of Tariq, and we will clean him up when the fight is over. Hopefully, by the end of the week, we will have safely placed Tariq back beyond the Wall." Hunter spoke, his ice blue eyes looking over all of his commanders before they landed on his cousin, Lillyana.

She had been quiet since he told her the news, and he had expected that from her. If this battle doesn't play out well, then she may as well be losing both her older brother and cousin. Before the Direwolf King, sat a long wooden table with a map of Winterfell draped over it; the painted wooded circles placed all over the map as the wind howled and moaned outside the clothed tent.

"Ren has twenty good men protecting the Godswood and Brandon Stark; we will lead Tariq through the gates to the Godswood, but until then we will put up a good fight. The mortals believe that the last time the dead came knocking was 8,000 years ago; but we will say otherwise, as we are the true Kings of Winter." Hunter spoke, his ice blue eyes looked over each of the commanders; his eyes had changed from a dark ice blue to a lighter color and the household knew that the time had come.

"We are the army that shall guard the realms of men; the army to put an end to the mass destructive weapon. We are the immortals that shall fight for the Gods, as they have brought death and despair to this world." Valar spoke as he shifted in his spot, each commander gave a nod to his words and Hunter gave one too.

It was quiet before Hunter spoke again, "I hope that you all have been practicing your spells; our armor and weapons must be impenetrable, we will come out of this battle with a fight to the rest of the six kingdoms. Let the Dragon Queen think what she wants; the eldest Valyrians will reign over them all."

House Valyrrn had the biggest plan yet, and this battle was just the start of it all. If Hunter really wanted to, he would've let the other armies be slaughtered on the battlefield so there wouldn't be anyone left to take the Seven Kingdoms. However, Hunter wanted to see how this would all end.

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As it got quiet again, in the distant a horn blew thrice and the commanders looked over at each other before at Hunter. "And now it begins; generals, the fight for the Gods." Hunter said before his commanders filed out of the tent; one of them took the map with them and only young one there, Aros, helped Hunter into his armor. Lillyana stood behind as she watched her cousin get his armor on, Valar stood beside her as did Shadow and they watched.

Blue-silver Valyrian Steel armor; dark obsidian scales over the neck and chest; the direwolf with wings stamped in the middle of the scales; his shoulder-guards were of dragonglass with a wolf carved on one side and a dragon on the other; a silver cape draped over the back; and his helmet was shaped as a wolf's head with dragon wings out on the sides, the head itself was black while the wings were a dark navy blue. On either side of the dark armor, rested two swords of Valyrian Steel and obsidian, Direwolf's Curses rested at the lord's waist.