ALL THEIR CRIES WILL GO UNHEARD
The Black Dread gripped up the Falling Lannister Queen, throwing her to the stone ledge beside the waterfall. A smirk on his face as he watched her attempt to get up. "Oh," He cooed with a demonic smile. "You still have some fight in you?" He cackled, stalking her. His smile dropped instantly as she rose to her paws. "You could have had my daughter as your wife. What more could a brute like you want for, besides your women and your thrones?!" She yelled as she favored her back left leg, clearly injured. "I do not care for your daughter, I do not care for you. I do not want your women, your riches. I want what had been a Dragons home, and I will rule it with my Queen or I will rule it alone." He growled, his massive frame quickly creeping forward for his head to butt into her ribs, impaling her with his horns and shoving her to the ground.
He gave another devilish, demonic laugh. "Cersei, you have lost everything." He nearly sung as he rose his head, looking at the bloodied lion pelt. He lifted her by her scruff to watch the terror unfold of the war. Daenerys killing her brother and lover, Radke and Mori killing and torturing her brother lovers children. The dead beheaded masterpiece he made of her daughter. "Your last incest child is dead, your twisted Kingslayer twin boyfriend is dead, his bastards are dead. And you get front row seats to the show." He spoke, watching her wither into a small, shell of a woman as she sobbed. A smirk on his face as he stood directly over her body. He could do anything he wanted to her, but he did not want to. She was too repulsive to defile. Instead, he moved to the side, before looking her in the face and lighting her ablaze. Her sobs turned to wails, and screams of anguish before she finally fell silent.
He gave a satisfied grin, before taking to the sky, his pack still needed him. The dreads massive frame beat through the sky, watching the terror and unholy sights below. "Balerion!" A voice called out to him, he braced himself for the impact and took the headbutt to his shoulder. A oomph leaving his lungs before he was ready for an airial fight. The flashes of Aya came back to his mind, and suddenly, he found the bird winged attacker wedged to his side with another wolf on the other side. The starry pelt, the scent she had . . . Lahmer! His hellfires widened as he saw his beloved, how could he be so distracted that he hadn't noticed his wife coming in to the war? Tears dripped from her eyes as she spoke. ”Tell Aya that her sister’s sorry.” Fear overtook him, not wanting her to get hurt. That's when he noticed what she was doing, the same tactic he had done on her sister. Her jaws bit into the girls delicate wing, and he found he had no choice but to do the same on her other wing. His swords applied pressure, ripping and mangling her muscles and tissues from bones. As the girl screamed, he felt remorse for the first time since he knew of Aya being the one he slaughtered this way. Would Lahmer be alright, would she be able to live with herself for doing this?
His hellfires stayed glued to her from the moment he sunk his teeth in, and well after they both let go and let the girl fall to her miserable death. The sound only caused him to blink as he stared at his star smattered wife, with her new bright yellow dragon wings. A shaky breath left his blood soaked jaws as he saw the pain in her face soften when she looked to him. ”Bal…baby…” He gave a soft smile, tears stinging his eyes that he refused to let fall. He refused to show weakness, at least for now. All he knew was he was overjoyed to see his beloved Lahmer again. She darted forward to him, nuzzling into his jaw. ”I’m sorry, *hic* I’m so sorry. I need you.” He extended his front limb out to put over her shoulder, lowering himself and her with him if she'd let him bring her to the ground. It was safe now, everyone was dead. As his paws collided with the earth he'd gently attempt to push her to the ground on her back, cuddling into her and nuzzling into her neck. "Please, don't be sorry . . . Don't ever be sorry, I'm the one who should be apologizing. I should have told you from the start, I wish I did. I'm so sorry Lahmer. I need you too." He said, letting a couple tears slip to her face and neck as he chuckled, his tail wagging softly. He gave her a soft lick on the cheek. "I thought I'd lost you." He murmured, burying his face into her neck. "I don't expect you to ever forgive me, I know I can never fix what I've done. But I am so so glad you're here. I want you to be my Queen." He whispered into her audit, before lifting his head to look into her eyes from behind his skull mask. He gave her a soft smile, before rising to his feet and climbing off of her. He hoped she would rise up as well, before he'd gesture for her to join him at the end of the stone ledge they stood on by the waterfall. If she would, he'd walk with her to the end of the ledge and call for his dragon army.
His head would fall, looking to his beloved with a smile before out to his gathering friends and family members. "Friends, family, we have done it! We have conquered Drekistone!" He said with a smile, energized by the battle and that he had his wife with him once more. "I will reign as your King, and for those of you who have not yet met her," He paused to put his wing around his darling woman. "This is my soulmate, Lahmer. She will reign beside me as your Queen, if she will have me." He looked to her lovingly, before looking back out to the rest of the gathered dragon-pack. "As for rankings, Mori and Radke, you have fought well. I would like you my brother, to be my Beta. And Radke, I'd like you as my Delta. When you find mates, they will rank alongside you so long as they live in Drekistone." He spoke, his hellfires looking to Daenerys and Ghost, the woman had done well and taken the life of the knight. "Daenerys, Ghost, I wish for both of you to become my Sigmas." His eyes looked to the girls, his sister who had carted in the dead Estelle. A small grimace laid on his face at the sight of her, but he looked to Dreamfyre, Seraphina, Andreja and Meyles. "Dreamfyre, Seraphina, I'd like you two to be Zetas. Andreja, you'll be a Theta. Meyles, I'd like you as a Kappa."
He spoke strongly, feeling the energy surge back through his veins like he was more than a warlord. He had his woman back, his children would likely follow suit. "Our laws will be simple, we do not wish for a quarrel with any other packs. Do not repeat what we have done here elsewhere. Furthermore we are cutting ties with Tarben. You may all know of Beartooths reign there, and that I was once a part of it. We will not follow their same acts, we will only act if provoked. No slaying unless in acts of self defense. We will not force ourselves on anyone, and we will not lay claim to others against their will. Am I clear?" He asked, his voice staying clear before he looked to his sister. "As for our fallen dragoness, I am sad to say she was my sister, Estelle. A vicious opponent, yet slain by a meer, likely wingless victor. She was strong, but I cannot say I know her well anymore after the Tarben war. May her wings guide her home, for she has no place here anymore." His hellish gaze swept to his wife, a small smile on his face before he howled a breath of large, black and red swirled fire into the air in a victory cheer. When he finished, he looked to his wife once more, nuzzling into her audit before he whispered. "I want to ask how the children are, but with how beautiful you look I may have to wait and put some more in you. If you're up for that sort of thing tonight." He murmured quietly with a playful smile for only her to hear.
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