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Post by Basil on Oct 12, 2015 21:57:14 GMT
The wolf was looking at her. Its jaws were red and wet and its eyes glowed golden in the dark room. It was Bran's wolf, she realized. Of course it was. "Thank you." Catelyn whispered, her voice faint and tiny. She lifted her hand, trembling. The wolf padded closer, sniffed at her fingers, then licked at the blood with a wet rough tongue. When it had cleaned all the blood off her hand, it turned away silently and jumped up on Bran's bed and lay down beside him. Catelyn began to laugh hysterically. I love all the RW foreshadowing in that scene. She has a knife to her throat, blood on her fingers and hands and when it's over, she begins laughing hysterically.
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Post by Basil on Oct 12, 2015 23:37:08 GMT
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Post by Basil on Oct 14, 2015 11:03:03 GMT
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Post by day dreamer on Oct 15, 2015 17:28:08 GMT
Whenever I see the name "Caitlyn" I always want to pronounce it like "Catelyn" now. There's no going back.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2015 20:49:10 GMT
Who is that? They're shitting on AHS Hotel on their feed.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2015 20:57:59 GMT
Who is that? They're shitting on AHS Hotel on their feed. Some random LSH fan. I didn't link it because of him, but because of the pic. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2015 21:04:50 GMT
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Post by Basil on Oct 21, 2015 21:08:52 GMT
I can't express through words how much I love and admire Catelyn.   |
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Post by Basil on Oct 26, 2015 20:44:46 GMT
(Why the fuck am I making myself sad again ...  )Well, the feasting was plenty and the singing in tuneand the Stark wolves, they howled ‘neath their northern moon.So loud were their cries that the closing of doors was drowned out.Lady Catelyn alone had the river’s sharp ear,heard dancing reels turn to the Rains of Castamere.In her skin and bones growled a creature of doubt. Lord Bolton approached, with a thrust to Robb’s heart
he gave him the Lannister Lions’ regards,
and the king’s mother wept, for his last word had called her to him.
There was nothing she felt cutting Lady Frey’s throat
and she felt nothing more when they slashed her own.
The North will remember, she thought, and they’ll have all your skins.
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Post by Basil on Oct 27, 2015 19:16:06 GMT
The tears burned like vinegar as they ran down her cheeks. Ten fierce ravens were raking her face with sharp talons and tearing off strips of flesh, leaving deep furrows that ran red with blood. She could taste it on her lips.
Catelyn Stark raised her hands and watched the blood run down her long fingers, over her wrists, beneath the sleeves of her gown. Slow red worms crawled along her arms and under her clothes. It tickles. That made her laugh until she screamed. 
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Post by Basil on Nov 12, 2015 12:23:09 GMT
I just want to give her a hug.
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Post by Basil on Nov 12, 2015 12:27:12 GMT
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