[Daenerys Targaryen has a feeling she'll be running from place to place like a chicken with its head cut off tonight, but she doesn't much care. She's alone tonight - for their own safety and for hers. Her whip, while shorter than Lydia's, trails along at her side and her skin is hot to the touch, starting to smoke. She's filled with a dangerous fury as she heads towards the strawberry fields, eyes sharply looking out for anything furry and just as vicious as her.
She is the blood of the dragon. She will take back her camp with fire and blood.]
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She is the blood of the dragon. She will take back her camp with fire and blood.]