sometimes severity is the price we pay for greatness // new body, open

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 475px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px]Malaella was no longer a lioness.


    Well, in theory, she was, but for now, that form had been long forgotten, this new one, this almost expected one, easily taking its place. She was larger now, with huge wings and a row of pointed teeth. The perfect killer. The perfect Targaryen. As she assessed her surroundings, she couldn't help but wonder how her family would receive her and this change. Certainly it would be nice to fit in and, at will, she could always morph back into the big-cat that she had been brought into this world in. She imagined their faces now, perhaps touched with surprise, perhaps with pride... maybe even a combination of both. She couldn't wait.


    Out stretching her new wings, Malaella Targaryen would patiently await the arrival of someone, anyone, eagerness nipping at her cold heart and excitement dully dancing within her lavender oculars. Despite being a symbol of fire, she felt at home as a dragon, comforted by its size and secured by its sheer might.


    This body, it would serve her well, she knew that.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 475px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px]The familiar sound of her brother's voice caused her to momentarily pause in her assessment and turn to him, a look that resembled triumph embracing her scaly features. "Lucerys, hello. I'm not quite sure what happened, but I'm certainly not complaining. It's so different... But I like it," she explained with an uncertain bob of her silver head, hesitantly flapping her wings. She supposed that she would have to learn how to use them, lest she wished to stay flightless forever, but a part of her was almost frightened. She was a creature who had never left the ground before... adapting to the vast horizon and blue sky would certainly be a challenge. What if she was unable to do it? What if she fell and died? But such thoughts were not welcome at a time like this and she banished them, trying out a casual smile in the older Targaryen's direction. Faintly, she recognized Coriolanus and shot him a glance in greeting as well, her head tilting just slightly to the side as she awaited a response.


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    Malaella, it seems you have been holding out on us all this time. Came the slightly teasing remark of the obsidian dragon. It was strange, he was so used to towering over his older sister, but now she was the one standing above him. A small smile touched his lips as he watched her give an experimental flap of her wings. He remembered those days, the time where he could not fly. I could teach you if you'd like. Khashi offered casually. Sure he had taught himself but how hard could it be to teach his sister.
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    "Malaella, dear, you look stunning!" The lioness purred, smiling warmly. "I'm so proud of you!" Perhaps she was overdoing it a tad, but Braixen always had the warmest of hearts for her family. She wasn't like her sister though, no, she was comfortable with those outside of the Targaryen family. However, nothing would stop her from giving all that extra love to her large amount of kin. Braixen was a lover of attention, so the last thing she wanted to do was push overs away. Malaella was cold as ice though, which wasn't a bad thing - just different. Different didn't necessarily mean bad, which was proven because of how great the former-lioness was. The two may have been polar opposites, but Braixen still adored the fellow Targaryen.[/fancypost]

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 700px]The image of a new dragon which greeted her mint-green orbs reminded her once more of her childhood. She was transported back in time to when she was curled up with her denmates as her mother weaved a fascinating story centered around dragons and the like. She could remember being curled up, the last awake of her siblings, staring wide-eyed at her mother and hanging on every word that poured from her lips.


    Blinking, she was returned to reality. "You look very nith, Malaella," she commented with a calm smile as she strolled over, stopping beside Braixen. "Are you able to thitch freely? Between a lion and a dragon, I mean."


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    palina | westeros | apprentice | female | nine moons | melanistic lioness with mint-green eyes | speaks with a lisp


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px;][justify]★ ★ ★[size=3pt]--[/size] [size=9pt]The concept of pride running through the bloodline was alien to the alluring pantheress; since she had lost her touch with her own roots, she could not even guess what would her family be proud of and what would become a must-have virtue amongst the family members. Maybe being leopards or wildcats in general was something her family that had abandoned her possessed, but why did she make a fool of herself to think about her insignificant traitor family? Was being the worst parents to let a child survive with travelers a trait? Shooing the idea off her mind, the femme passed the group of Targaryens.


    It did not take her long to stop on her tracks and let her mirror like optics that possessed haunted vivid clearness and a shade of forest green that arouse suspicion to fall on the party. From what she could make out, the silver dragoness that took most of the attention happened to be Malaella; should Fleur be surprised? Dragons were what Targaryens traditionally adored, not to mention important figures in its history were all dragons. It seemed like a subliminal matter of pride and honor to have the body of the large creatures that intimidated the majority of peasants which also lead Fleur to contemplate. Would the power of Targaryens ever fade? The fire of their strength grew each passing day, and Fleur was concerned on behalf of the other houses although the show of their tight family bonds were highly appreciated.


    Without approaching the group, she left the scene, skeptical about the large house she secretly adored and contemplative about the situation Westeros was found to be dragged into.
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