Just as Gren, Sam, and Small Paul think they have the slightest chance of escaping, they run into an Other.
Not counting flashbacks and legends, the Others have made exactly two appearances. I’m never going to pass up the chance to draw them. I pretty much stuck with my standarddesign which is mostly Grays armed to the teeth.
My only problem was having it dismount the horse. Dismounting is a pose I’ve yet to find a good reference for. In the end, I gave up and did it as a portrait.
The lower branches of the great green sentinel shed their burden of snow with a soft wet plop. Grenn spun, thrusting out his torch. “Who goes there?” A horse’s head emerged from the darkness. Sam felt a moment’s relief, until he saw the horse. Hoarfrost covered it like a sheen of frozen sweat, and a nest of stiff black entrails dragged from its open belly. On its back was a rider pale as ice. Sam made a whimpery sound deep in his throat. He was so scared he might have pissed himself all over again, but the cold was in him, a cold so savage that his bladder felt frozen solid. The Other slid gracefully from the saddle to stand upon the snow. Sword-slim it was, and milky white. Its armor rippled and shifted as it moved, and its feet did not break the crust of the new-fallen snow. Samwell I – Page 251
