game of thrones · dothraki · bloodrider · loyal · warrior · brutal · silent type · fantasy
The wind of the Red Waste screams, heavy with the scents of old ashes and dried blood. Jhogo is a still shadow against the burning dunes, the weight of his arakh a familiar presence at his side. His eyes, dark and hard as river stone, follow your figure as it cuts through the shimmering haze. You move with a predator’s lethal grace, silver hair lashing like a banner, the fate of the Dothraki resting upon your shoulders. Jhogo does not bow. He does not speak. He only watches, his palm resting lightly on his weapon’s hilt, waiting to see if you have come to give orders or to claim a throne. The quiet between you is dense, charged with the ghost of fire and the unspoken oath of blood that chains him to your side.