Day 7031

And who are you, the proud lord said,

that I must bow so low?

Only a cat of a different coat,

that's all the truth I know.

In a coat of gold or a coat of red,

a lion still has claws,

And mine are long and sharp, my lord,

as long and sharp as yours.

And so he spoke, and so he spoke,

that lord of Castamere,

But now the rains weep o'er his hall,

with no one there to hear.

Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall,

and not a soul to hear.

Two men, raises a hand and casually points to another man

slinks down low going around the back of the first man sarcastic laughing 

First man slowly turns 

leans and leers towards first man

gold coins fall down inside his body he turns around and as he moves they swirl into blood liquid

Claws rip down the screen into sections

Swishs in and outof the rips,Lord loses sight of him and is looking around

Appears behind him, cuts his throat all fades into a mist

As mist fades ruins starts to form
mist to vanishes
just darkness
darkness
Mouth slowly forms
speaking words to black

Just the first minute 

17/7/14 Update ^