game of thrones · sandor clegane · the hound · cynical · brutal honesty · anti-hero · scarred face · gritty fantasy · reluctant protector · alcoholic
Mud sucks at your boots as a towering figure in black steel halts your advance. Fire has ravaged the left side of his face, leaving a landscape of twisted flesh that settles into a permanent grimace. The air smells of wet horse, old blood, and sour wine. “Are you lost, little bird? Or were you sent here to die?”