The Hounds Dragon ***Sandor Clegane***

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In the peak of the night I have my cloak engulfing my figure, hiding my hair and face. A long trek to the dragon pit is my full intention. They're there, I know it. I saw them. I in hear their shrieks echoing. There's no more than two. Where is the third? Where is Slana? Where is that white beast? Yes, she is the type to go north on her own decree. I'll be soon to find out.

I walked into the pit, Vhagar craned her next around to look at me, all of Aemons heads doing the same. I simply smile, reaching into my bag and throwing meat toward each of them, wiping my hands on my cloak.

"It's time to go home." I said to myself, then not having a clue of my words. I decided to go toward Aemon. I'll ride him North. "Lenton, Aemon!" With a screech he flapped his wings in excitement before shooting the both of us in the air. His heads nipped at each other until we steadied, my wind catching my lungs in a way in stung. I hear a rumble from below, Vhagar cruising. Her wings only taking a single flap to go thousands of feet. I practically giggled, feeling free until I looked back. My smile left as I eyed the Red Keep. Sandor forgave me for leaving the first time, but I'm not to sure about the second. I wouldn't forgive me either. I have to do this, I'm sure he'll understand. I built a life in the North, I have duties. I have a family named Stark I need to aid. Sandor had Sansa. He'll keep her safe, but I don't need Robb doing something stupid in the field.

The stars felt so close I could touch them and the scales of my dragons were knives yet so comfortable. I could get used to this again. Aemon has a saddle. His flight style too wild to not have one. It's nicely adorned, fur in the seat. And straps that I can use to hold me in. I decide to use them this time, have a good sleep. Staying awake all the way to the North would be stupid, and well, impossible. I reach and grab the straps, securing them around myself. I move to get comfortable for sleep, crossing my arms over the top of the saddle and putting my head down.
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I hover over the Stark camp, yelling startled Aemon and he messily lands, his winds knocking things over and collapsing tents. I yell curses trying to control his landing. Vhagar had already landed, far away enough from the camp to not ruin anything. I undo my straps and slide off of him, my fingers feeling the scales as I go down. My legs sting as I hit the ground. I look around for a moment and see Lord Karstark, "Rickard!" I yelled and he turned with an anything but a smile, "Where is Cat?"
He was simple with his answer, just pointing toward a tent. I nodded, walking through the camp. I got stares from every which way. Some of these men know me, some have only heard of me. I couldn't care less about them, most will die sooner or later.
I stepped into the tent and Catelyns face lit up. She stood and so did Robb. I quickly gave her a hug, looking at Robb as he was confused, "Why are you here?" He questioned.

"I have my values, I know who I fight for." I was quick, stepping away from Catelyn.

He huffed, rubbing his facial hair, "Go back."

"Why?" My brows furrowed and he pointed at a map.

"This. This is why. Stannis and his fleet are going to ruin too much with this battle in the Blackwater." He spoke, taking a sip of whatever was in his cup.

"If he wins Blackwater, you lose what you're doing all of this shit for..." I realized. And he only nodded at me.

"Go back, help the Lannisters win and do as you please from there." He explained and Cat looked at him with that same motherly look. A look you would give your misbehaving children.

I scratched my neck, "Fine, but how long do I have until Stannis gets to the Blackwater?"

"I'd say three days." Catelyn responded before her son could.

"That's good enough. I'll be going." I smiled, turning to walk out of the tent then Catelyn grabbed my arm.

"You are like a sister to me, Nya. You watch over my family, now I will pray the gods watch over you." She reached up grabbing my face. Her eye contact was strong before I gave in and hugged her.

"Don't lose this war Robb. This is all you got." I point at him and leave the tent.

I reach Vhagar, scratching her chin, "Maghagon unkempt aōha strongest riñar!" She understood, turning and taking off. She knew where I was going, I'm sure she understood what I was doing. I turned to Aemon and called him forward, I climbed back on him and he took off into the sky, "Dārys tegorīr!" Kings landing.
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Two days. It's been two days. I'm stopped in Hollow Hill. Taking a nice rest as I wait for Vhagar. She knows where I am. She always does. Odd thing it is, but she always finds me. I have a fire started and Aemon is off hunting fish in the water. Three heads at once going for fish is amazing to watch but sure not majestic. They bump heads over the same fish over and over.

I've got less than a day to get to the Blackwater. And I suspect I'll be taking my time. All I've done is travel. I need to eat, sleep in a bed, and actually have my dragons here with me. Not just hotheaded Aemon.

I hun to myself turns I would hear sung to my little siblings from my mother, rocking back and forth slightly. The water finally rest easy and the scaly beast laid to rest for the night.
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Teeth and spit are what's in my face. I open my eyes to the horrid bellow of a dragon. My ears pop and ring. I cover my face to try and get less saliva on me but it all fails when a giant tongue dragons over my body. The smell of death obvious as I sat up, "Goodmorning?" I put my hand forward while I stand up and grab my cloak, "you stink." I grumble. Wiping my face and whatever else was gross until I really take a good look around me. I went from one to four dragons from the time I went to sleep and woke up, "Maegor, Vhagar, Aemon... Abraxes?" I mumbled to myself, as I looked at them. Abraxes woke me up. I haven't seen him in years. He disappeared across the wall. I begin laughing, both in shock and the thought of the Nights Watch seeing Vhagar leave alone and come back with Abraxes. Also, Maegor... he's one tough mother fucker. He's usually taking out whoever or whatever gets to close to the wall. He spits fire that could melt that giant wall of ice. I think I'll burn Stannis' fleet with him just fine.

I slowly walk to Maegor and run my hands along his scales. I then grip onto what I can and begin climbing until I'm all the way into his back. I can tell he's not the biggest fan of this so I get low and grab onto whatever spikes are there, "Lykirī, Maegor, shhh." That somewhat works but he going to try and shake me off. I haven't been on his back in years, "Rybās!...Sōvēs." He takes off into the air and I'm quickly followed up by the rest. Maegor isn't trying to knock me off anymore, good, one issue, he won't go where I want, "Maegor! Dohaerās! Lykirī!"  By gods, finally this beast decided to listen. Vhagar did a good job bringing me them. She did exactly what I asked. I asked for the strongest and I got the strongest.

I need to get to Kings Landing or this will be for nothing. I need to hurry. Kings Landing is farther than I remember it being.

A/N: I'm sorry this is really short, I just feel like the battle of Blackwater should be it's own chapter💕💕