História The Black Wolf - Capítulo 18


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Gêneros: Ação, Aventura, Drama (Tragédia), Fantasia, Luta, Mistério, Romance e Novela, Violência
Avisos: Adultério, Estupro, Heterossexualidade, Homossexualidade, Incesto, Insinuação de sexo, Linguagem Imprópria, Nudez, Sexo, Spoilers, Tortura, Violência
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Alguns dos personagens encontrados nesta história e/ou universo não me pertencem, mas são de propriedade intelectual de seus respectivos autores. Os eventuais personagens originais desta história são de minha propriedade intelectual. História sem fins lucrativos criada de fã e para fã sem comprometer a obra original.

Capítulo 18 - Wild things


Fanfic / Fanfiction The Black Wolf - Capítulo 18 - Wild things

Lucy POV

"Ghost, stay with us!"

"Skye!" I screamed. "Skye!!"
Damn it.

My bloody black Direwolf was heading in opposite direction along with Ghost. They've been acting so weird lately, and I had no ideia why.

"There goes your pets." Qhorin Halfhand teased.

"They're not pets." Jon snapped.

"No, you're right, they're not. You can't tame a wild thing. You can't trust a wild thing."

"And who said anything about taming them?" I asked. "They are not tamed. They're loyal."

"So you think." Qhorin said. "Wild creatures have their own rules, their own reasons. You'll never know them."

"Did you know that dogs came from wolves? And we and all creatures share the basics stuff? We're born, we eat, we shit and we die. Doesn't that tell you anything? Hum? At the end we're all the same."
Maybe I probably should stop talking now.

"Right, clever girl. The wildlings we're looking for sleep during the day and hunt at night. What do you think we should do?"

"I thought you said you couldn't know wild things." Jon questioned.

"I said you can't. They find a nice cave to hide in while the sun's up and do their killing when it's dark." Halfhand told us. "This is their country. I know where to walk. When not to walk. I've lost good man who fell into a crevice they didn't see."

"My father always said I was of the North." Jon commented.

Qhorin laughed.

"I wasn't joking."

"Look around boy." He said. "This looks like home to you? If you start thinking you know this place, it will kill you. You understand me? No you don't. We're at war. We've always been at war. It's never going to end, cause we're not fighting an enemy. We're fighting the North. And it's not going anywhere. The Watch has given you a great gift. You only have one thing to give in return. Your life."

And I thought I was a dramatic chatty.

"I'll gladly give my life." Jon replied.

Qhorin suddenly stopped our walk, grabbing him by his cloak.

"You don't want to be glad about it. I want you to curse and fight until your heart is done pumping. And know this boy, your death will be a gift to them at South of the Wall. And they'll never know what you done. They'll never know how you died, they won't even know your damn name. They will be alive because some nameless bastard at North of the Wall gave his life for that. Now...do you understand me?

"I do." Jon answered.

"Then you're even dumber than you look."

"Lord Qhorin Halfhand, I didn't think you'd be more of a Drama Queen than I am." I joked.

He turned to stare me, and that lasted long three seconds before we couldn't keep ourselves from laughing. 
Jon looked exasperated.

"It's just words boy, to give us a little warm at night, and makes us feel like we got a purpose." He chuckled. "Come on."

They kept going, and I took one final look behind, seeing the Direwolves getting more and more distant.

 

 

 


When we found the wildlings, I made a bet with Qhorin and the other Rangers that I could take them all on my own. Cause they were only four after all. And when I did win, I'd have a right to permanently be a part of the missions beyond the Wall, access to the best food and wine the brothers had, and most importantly, their respect.
Taking my bow along with some arrows, I positioned myself behind a rock as the others spread to prepared themselves to corner the savages in case something went wrong.
The accord was, I would attack first. Because being only one girl, they would try to stop me instead of running. And if I couldn't knock them out properly by myself, Halfhand and his crowd would interfere, surrounding the sons of a bitch.
You can do this.
Jon was responsible for giving me the sign to go, so I was waiting for him. And before he nodded, I saw his lips murmuring a be careful to me.
Nodding back, I aimed my bow into a wildling's chest.
No. Just don't think too much.
But I changed my mind at the last second, hitting his shoulder instead of his heart. But it was perfect the same way. The arrow went through his flesh, lodging between two stones. Which kept him stuck on his place. 
I could have laughed.
Jumping above the rock, I landed in their midst, before they could see what hit their friend. 
And I felt it for the first time in a while. The adrenaline, that made me feel most alive. 
Everything slowed down as I knew it would, and I could see and feel every move. 
Punching the man next to me, I felt someone grab me from behind, trying to immobilise me, and I let it, seeing the one I punched getting up with a hammer in hands.
When he got close, I took an impulse, quickly involving his head with my legs and rotating my body. 
That made them both fall.
And I hit them, one with my feet and the other with the elbow. 
That was easy.
Another wildling ran to get an axe, but I was faster, kicking him at the back of his knee, and pushing him against a rock. 
And his hood fell, revelling a ginger girl.
Shit.

"Arrggg." Qhorin screamed, passing his sword at the neck of the falling men.

"Heyy." I snapped. "What are you doing?"

"You didn't kill them, lost the bet."

"No I didn't. Our bet was that I could knock them all by myself. I never said I would kill them."

He sighed. 

"And besides we don't have to." I continued. "We could interrogate them."

"They won't answer."

"I've got a girl here." I pointed at the ginger wildling. "Just let me question her."

Hearing our arguing, Jon and the others left their hideaway to join us.

"She'll bite her own tongue off instead of talking."

I rolled my eyes.

"What's your name?" I asked her.

"Ygritte."

"She was reaching for this axe when you got to her. Given half a chance she'd berry it in your face." Halfhand stated.

"I gave you my name."

"I'm Lucy." I told her.

She faced Qhorin.

"You ought to burn them, the ones you killed."

"We'll need a big fire for that." He replied. "Tell me, Ygritte. Why do you want us to make a big fire? There's some more friends in the area?"

"Burn them, or maybe you'll need those swords again."

"Our girl here, Lucy, already killed one dead man. And can do it again if she has to. Now, what waits beyond the pass?"

"The Free Folk."

"How many?"

Ygritte smiled.

"Hundreds and thousands. More than you ever seen, Crow."

"Why come to the mountains? What's in the Frostfangs your king could want? Or did you mean to march on the Wall?"

She didn't answer, making Qhorin get closer to touch her face.

"Do you know who I am girl?" He asked nicely.

"You're Qhorin Halfhand."

"Tell the true. If your people capture me, they'd take me prisoner?"

"They'd take your head off your shoulders if they were feeling kind. If not they'd kill you slow."

He sighed, shaking his head.

"There's no food for her. No one to watch her. If we let her go, she'll bring Mance Rayder's army down here. Needs to be done." He unsheathed his sword. "I'll do it."

"NO!" I stopped him. "No. Let me do it."

He stared me.

"Alright. Come on brothers. We'll meet you at the top, don't take long."

I nodded in agreement, and they all kept going. Only Jon crossed his looks with me before he left. With those worried eyes.
Shit.
What did I get myself into.



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