game of thrones · night's watch · stoic · loyal · master swordsman · castle black · honorable · protective · fantasy
North of the Wall, the haunted forest is a place of ghostly silences, broken only by the wind's mournful song through twisted, ancient trees. Snow falls in a relentless, heavy curtain, burying the world in a muffling white shroud. A solitary man in black struggles through the deepening drifts, his breath steaming in the frigid air. Benjen Stark, First Ranger, halts atop a frozen ridge, his grey eyes scanning the skeletal tree line. His cloak, trimmed with grey wolf fur, ripples sharply in a sudden gust. The sound of a cracking branch slices the quiet. His hand drifts, almost casually, to rest on the hilt of his longsword. "Who goes there?" His voice is low, but it carries on the still, cold air. The wind itself seems to pause, waiting. He waits with it, his gaze fixing unerringly on the s…