"Stop! Please stop this!" North cried out piteously, his voice cracking humorously. Every word dragging on as the knife pushed up his cheek almost gently, a fresh cut opening behind the shining knife, sun bouncing off of it and beading off into the air. North's eyes looked ripe to be plucked, Daenys thought, delicious though they were, eyes were peasant food, Daenys was more interested in what lied within those glimmering spheres, North's prodigious mind, how ripe it would be to feast upon that night, a dragon must feast, and Daenys was getting dangerously hungry.

[i]Perfection, a powerful man brought down to his knees, crying and begging for mercy, crying for The Stranger, crying for me.[/i]

Daenys smiled and pulled the knife away, relishing the man's hopeful confusion, before driving the blade into his wet eye with a smooth movement and a grunt. North wept and screamed, Daenys swore he heard "Mercy" fifteen times, but he was not in the "Mercy" mood, the blood on his lips tasting of cloves and sweet wine.
soon he transitioned to bashing, the sunlight illuminating every bruise, every opening and every fracture as the knife's hilt came down again and again, warm blood resting on his face and staining his hand.

[i]Oh lovely blood, how I missed you, there is truly no fluid so sweet as a man's lifeblood, no doubt, how I love your blood, North, how I love your pain, you son of a bitch, you seven hells-loving-[/i] *THWACK* [i]-Shitmongering-[/i] *THWACK*  [i]-Daft fucking-[/i] *THWACK*

[i]CUNT![/i] *THWACK* [i]CUNT![/i] *THWACK*

"CUNT!" He screamed until his throat ran hoarse and his arm went tired, North's pleas stopped, replaced with a dripping of blood and a soft splatting as his ruined face fell off in chunks, but Daenys continued, bashing again and again until he felt his hand swing through air and heard the snapping of North's spine.

[i]How bloody soft, wake up![/i]

He bashed at the destroyed head one last time as it dangled off of North's neck, the final squish sounding as the remains of North's prestigious brain burst like a pox sore, his head a light meat sack bleeding onto the grass below.

"God, no." The prince wept beautifully as Daenys turned to his tree. 

[i]Gerald Crakehall, in all his nakedness, Tyget misses you, so I've heard, he'll get you back, don't you worry.[/i]

"Lord of Light protect me, Lord of Light protect me..." He madly stammered to himself, bearded face crusted with dirt and body a painting of red and purple, some of Daenys' best work, he had to admit, the prince looked no more royal than a coalboy, despite his truly incredible physique, a small blue jewel hung from his neck, light pulsating from it at a rhythm that matched Gerald's own heightened, rat-like heartbeat.

[i]How did I miss that? No matter, all that's yours is now mine, as my brother liked to say.[/i] 

Daenys stumbled over to the man, nearly falling but pushing himself back up to his feet, drunk, Daenys realized, blood-drunk, drunk on the wails of his hated enemies and former friends, however many he had killed in this forest he had neglected to remember, but their bodies would adorn this place, a work of art, Daenys' finest. If only his brother could have seen him now, how afraid he would be.

Daenys rubbed a hand up the prince's chest, smearing beautiful lifeblood up his side, he circled his hand on Gerald's chest for a while, allowing the man to cringe in fear and gasp for air as he worried for what came next. Suddenly, Daenys flicked his hand over to Gerald's jewel, gripping it at the string and pulling it to his eye.

"Men don't wear jewelry, shouldn't a prince know that." Gerald's head shook and his eyes widened even further as Daenys spoke, fondling the jewel in his hand and smiling giddily as he wondered how much the jewel meant to him, how wonderful it would be to smash it and watch him kneel at it's remains, crying tears of pain before Daenys grabbed his bearded chin and slowly slit his throat, spending his time as the boar prince wailed to the sky, until he could wail no longer.

"Don't! It's my wife's, I need to bring it to her, I need to, she trusted m-" Daenys ripped it from his neck, violently pulling Gerald's head forwards and down and leaving an imprint on his neck.

"All the better to shatter then, I was hoping it was a family member's, if only to see you squeal as your last memory of them is broken to dust before your eyes." Daenys sighed gaily, dropping the jewel and raising a boot over it. He looked over at Gerald to see him push against the tree, to see him cry out for him to stop, to watch his eyes as the jewel was crushed like an insect. Gerald did all these things, wide mouthed and tearing, grimacing and groaning as he tried to reach Daenys, but, it was all for naught. Daenys smiled contentedly, and pushed down with his foot, the jewel popping under his foot in a way more satisfying than could be described with words.

Immediately after the jewel popped, a great fiery light emerged from Gerald, consuming the forest in it's horrid splendor, blinding Daenys and burning at his eyes. A cacophony of deafening screams emerged from Gerald as the world became a sea of orange and red. Daenys planted his feet and shielded his eyes with a cringe. What could create something of this brightness? Certainly not anything from the known world, was this his lord of light? Was this godly power in effect? 

Daenys growled and stomped forth through the brightness, swinging wildly with his bloodied knife, hoping to end the painful light wherever it came from, his eyes burning and his face warmer than anything he's ever seen before. Soon it turned to pain, and his cheeks began to burn as if he had been lit aflame, a horrid pain that he'd not wish on any other person, his body shook and he felt himself be thrown backwards.

"Gods be damned! I am the dragon reborn! I am a god of mortal creation, I am the Stranger, and I will take you too, Lord of Fools!" He screamed, denying the god's existence and fighting it at every step, he growled what came to be more of a scream before tossing himself forwards and throwing himself at the source of the light, his skin near boiling off his face and liquefying his eyes.

Then, just as suddenly as it had come, it was gone. Daenys' eyes opened finally, the only light coming from the sun above. Some of the nearest trees burned furiously, a wave of orange fire blown by the wind to consume them slowly. Daenys was past infuriated, his eyes danced a mad purple and his body shook with purposeful fury.

But he had done it, he had survived the wrath of a god, he was more than a god, he was an immortal, he was invincible. Daenys was pleased, more pleased than he had ever been, he cackled wildly, furious euphoria overtaking him and throwing away his posture, leaving him madly laughing, half falling to the ground. He laughed again and again, his body shaking in happy sobs and his eyes wetly running out of tears. He gave all of himself to his laughter, his mind stopped and all that was left was his throat, bellowing a laugh that shook his body. He laughed until it was overtaken by a cough, and then that cough was overtaken by silence.

[i]I am like no man on this world, the Seven Kingdoms should bend their knees at the sight of me, they should bask in my power before I take their admiration and turn it to tears.[/i]

"*Cough* God forgive you Daenys Targaryen, *Wheeze* for you are truly mad."

Gerald had changed.

He was skeletal, to the point where it seemed he was only alive through sheer willpower, his body hung loose on prominent ribs, his arms thin as the twigs that hung above him. His cheeks sunken and face white, purple bags hanging from bug-eyes. Daenys was disgusted, his mind racing and filled with thoughts of seeing what rested within that white skin.

"I am The Stranger himself, though you look to already have met me."

"*Cough* I met no-one, and it was only through R'hllor that I saw the truth, that there was no-one to take me after death, and that life was the only truth in our world."

"Your faith blinds you to the truth, look at me, Gerald, I have become something more, I am the dragon himself, can't you see that?"

"I see only a mad traitor, *Cough* I burned an innocent man so that you could live, and for what? You swore to serve King Tyget, you swore to me."

"I swore only to The Father above, and The Father no longer has power over me."

"I curse your name, Daenys Targaryen, I curse you from your loins to your broken mind, My family will piss on your grave and feast on your bones, and I will watch as the crows pick at you until there is nothing left for the hounds. I dare you, strike me down, for I will only become stronger, and you will lose yourself."

"Fine." Daenys smiled widely, a ringing cry from a mad beast rang out over the trees, and Daenys had never heard anything so beautiful, Gerald's smug frown quickly was replaced by a terror that no man could match, he struggled against his confinement as the beast's cries grew closer and closer.

[i]How beautiful, to be stricken down by the same fire that you once turned to for power. I will enjoy this more than I can say.[/i]

Bloodfyre's shadow covered Daenys and his quarry, darkening Gerald's terrified face as he struggled to see more of the beast. The creature let out one last cry that shook the ground beneath Daenys' feet. Daenys grinned as his beast slashed at the air above him, his finger rising in one deadly gesture, his mouth slowly forming one deadly word.

"Dracarys."