Hound I
Stranger's hooves made a clanging noise as they hit the rocky road he was traveling. The Hound was contemplating if he should stop and rest or continue going on his way.
"I can't stop. I know what type of scoundrels roam these woods. I would be able to kill any little shit who tried to rob or kill me. But I know the shits wouldn't have the honor to fight me one on one. No one is that honorable, No king, No lord, No knight. Definitely no knight. And a king or lord can't anymore either. Even lord Eddard has thrown away his honor for family, calling the shitbird Joffrey the rightful king, even though he knew better. Honor is dead, and the war of the five kings killed it."
The Hound had been riding for a couple days now when he spotted a bar. The hound sighed.
"A little drink never hurt no one, plus I now have money to buy it with." he said.
The Hound dismounted Stranger.
He tied Stranger to a metal bar and entered the crappy looking bar by pushing a sheet covering the door out of the way. Inside the bar a small band was played a song that sound familiar to him but he couldn't put his finger on it. He sat down on a stool in front of the counter and tapped on the table to get the bartender's attention.
"What'd you want" said the man.
"I want to stick my hand up your ass, what do you think? ALCOHOL!" exclaimed the Hound obviously not in his normal state of mind, being so tired.
The bartender turned around and went to a barrel filled with alcohol and filled a cup, giving it to the Hound. The Hound didn't waste time with acting normal. He chugged the cup and slammed it back down on the table.
"More!" said the Hound sliding some coins on the table.
At this point some people were looking at him, but he didn t care. After a minute people started going back to what they were doing. He started even feeling a little of his rocker.
Was this because of the drink, his tiredness, something else?
It wasn t helping that he still couldn t identify the song. What could make this day worse he didn t know, but he knew what could make it better.
The bartender finally refilled the cup and the Hound chugged it. This happened again, again, and again, until he passed out on the counter.
The Hound's eyes opened and he sat up. He looked to the door and saw that it was darker out now, 2 maybe 3 hours have passed he assumes.
"I guess it's better that I fell asleep here then out there, I guess I should continue on." the Hound whispers to himself.
The Hound now was decently rested but he still wasn t in the right state of mind.
Can t be the alcohol either, I sure feel the effects that come with it wearing off. thinks the Hound.
Whatever it was it was annoying the Hound.
And still he was forced to listen to that god forsaken song!
Many people would call it annoying, but the Hound would personally call it...
"Bullshit!" said a man talking to another man as they entered the bar and sat next to the Hound.
They were now talking quieter, as if they wanted to keep their conversation secret. The Hound decided to listen in.
"Did you see what fuckin mercenary did it?" asked the first man.
"No but if I ever met em' I would slit their throat ear to ear!" said the second man.
"Who ever brought that Stark whore back to her brother, and saved his life from our massacre should pay with their life." said the first man.
"Arya? When could they have massacred Rob Stark? At the wedding? Frey would never let an assassin through his door unless he wanted them in. Had Frey planned to betray Rob?"
The Hound looked at the men with the corner of his eye.
"Bolton men? Could Roose of been in on it? Joffrey? No, Joffrey doesn't have half the brain to plan that out, more likely Tywin." thought the Hound his mind racing.
Something we can agree on said the second man.
Hopefully soon we ll see our plan come through. said the first man.
The second man laughed.
Hey, tender! Get us two glasses! said the second man.
Give mine a bit more alcohol than his, I deserve it more! said the first.
Fuck you, man. I m already payin! said the second punching his friend in the arm.
The Hound stood up and pushed in his chair.
As he grabbed his bag of money he remembered the name of the song...
He walked out the bar as fast as be could.
He proceeded to untie Stranger and mount his steed.
The Hound kick his horse in the side and proceeded the ride toward the stronghold he saw the Starks last.
He only had one more question.
How had he survived the song that has killed entire houses or scared them into submission?
How did he survive the song that made brave warriors liss their pants.
How had he survived The Rains of Castamere?
Ok, I'm sorry for taking for so long but I didn't know how I was going to continue this story. But it is not dead, I hope you enjoy this chapter and it's little cliffhanger. I ran into some problems hardware wise as well, delaying this chapter but still I liked writing this chapter, and I hope you all have a good day. -FanFlixs23