'How often will I ask myself so many questions before madness takes me?' The irony of the thought was not lost to Jon, yet that seemed to be all he had been doing for the past three weeks. 'How the fuck did I get here?' Was the one he asked himself the most. But HOW? How DID he get here, and what was…here? "I can't stay in place." Yet even as he said it he knew he would be going nowhere until Viserion returned with food…hopefully something he could actually eat this time. 'The light', Jon was sure that was what it had been.
Yet for everything that had happened to him he could not dwell on such thoughts for long. How could he when everything in this Jungle was trying kill him? 'This Jungle, this fuckin jungle, this fucking place!' He was angry now, had been angry, and confused, and now... hungry. He wanted nothing more than to drift into sleep and be as one with Viserion as he flew in search of food. Yet he could not, would not attempt something so dangerous while Viserion was away, not again, not after the first night.
Things in this wild were poisonous, he was sure they were after he had eaten those berries, fruit? They were purple, and larger than strawberries. But they had a seed in their center. They were sweet as he ate and spit out their cores, but any sweet thoughts he had of them vanished later that night as his insides burned, and he shat out fire. 'Now truly I am a dragon' Jon had thought as he had lain in pain. Viserion' bless the drake', had stayed by Jon the entire night, despite the smell, protecting Jon all night from those blackbeards.
Blackbeards, they were like night come alive. If a Great Lion and a shadowcat had fucked each other and their spawn had fur to reflect their black hearts you might have an idea of what they looked like. Some had longer hair around their lower jaws, the males. They were quiet to, and climbed the trees of this jungle as easily as a housecat might climb furniture. It didn't matter though, they were dangerous and that was all Jon needed to know, could know. Three had come upon Jon once in the day while he had washed himself in a stream he and Viserion had flown across.
He had spotted one in the trees watching him….just watching. At first he was surprised at the creature, curious and afraid of both its size, and strange facial hair, perhaps the feeling was mutual. Then he heard a low hum, a purr from behind. He turned to see that there were two more of these beasts behind him. One had a beard longer than the first Cat's, the other was slightly smaller than the either, and had no beard at all. Jon had panicked then; he had left Longclaw and Darksister at the river's edge with his cloths 'Foolish!' he thought "Stupid" he said, because he knew that in having come to an unknown place, in an unknown way he should have been wise enough to keep at least one of his weapons on his person.
But he hadn't, and now he might pay the price of that mistake with his life. Or perhaps he might have had he not been a warg. As the first blackbeard jumped to the ground and stalked closer Jon had backed away, slowly wading backwards through the water and further into the stream, it was a shallow stream, and now the other two were skulking closer even as his heart started racing. Then he knelt.
Calming his heart Jon acted fast. He extended his mind to the first cat that was now bearing his jaws and growling, it no longer looked curious, only hungry. It resisted at first, fiercely so, as cats often do. Then it screamed. A loud caterwaul in pain or in plea for help, it didn't matter for even as it screamed the others stopped in confusion. Then Jon had him, and it was a male. Jon saw through its eyes even as it struggled for control, they struggled for control. But this cat's pain was of only brief importance to the other two as they stalked yet closer to Jon's still body.
Jon wasted no time. Even while he was fighting for complete control over this fucking cat he ran, and pounced upon the other beast, the beardless one. Wasting no time he sank his new jaws into her, he knew this was a female now. Then he felt a great weight upon himself, the other beast had come to the aid of the female, its mate. It had thrown itself against Jon, and bitten into his shoulder blade. As Jon screamed with the cats jaw, and in his own mindscape, the female turned itself from underneath him and had started clawing at his jaw.
Soon the fight would turn into a slaughter. The other male was larger, and its mate was now at its side having escaped while Jon was wrestling, and clawing at the angry male and the female was not so much smaller than either of them. Jon let go then, let go of the blackbeards mind and body and returned to his own body just as the two cats he had been fighting charged at the cat he had controlled. He felt himself comeback into his body just as it had always been when he phased out of Ghost or Viserion. The cats had gone then, chasing after the cat he had been just moments ago at the time. Jon didn't relax then; he was done washing himself, and done being stupid. The blackbeards had come for him that one time in the day, now they only came in the night, twice as hard to see, and twice as hard to kill. He dared not sleep unless he was in Viserions embrace. Only then did he feel safe.