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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=10][font=georgia]Her son now sat on the Iron Throne as the undisputed High King of all the conquered realms of Westeros, finally succeeding his aunt Lorina Targaryen after a series of outside monarchs, she was Queen Mother by default, and honour had been restored to the Targaryen name. Sweetophelia was grateful beyond all measures for the fortune bestowed upon her family but her promise to her younger son, Lucerys, was fulfilled. She had no reason to stay in Westeros aside from her family and even membership wasn't necessary. She could always visit. And she would. She would be a better mother now.


    "I am renouncing my membership in Westeros," the tall Ragdoll cat declared plainly, her expression solemn. "I will be residing full-time in BlizzardClan now, but I promise to visit often."
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    info | updated 12/7/2016

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    The announcement came as a surprise, and though they weren't at all friendly with each other, Diana found herself a bit saddened by the molly's departure. She was a fellow Targaryen, after all. And had she stayed, perhaps they would have found a chance to bond. Though she knew it was wishful thinking; they had been living alongside each other for a while now, had plotted alongside their allies to overthrow the Greyjoys. Not even a common cause such as that had united them further. "Have fun there," said the little serval as she approached, head tilted in curiosity. The thought of living anywhere but Westeros was odd to her; from what Sera had told her, the clans were so different from their kingdom! Adjusting to such a life sounded like quite the ordeal to her.


    Should she have said more? Diana wasn't sure.


    information | updated 11/27

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    Sweetophelia was leaving, right after her son because ruler of Westeros? Ace wouldn't pry (he had no right to), but it was certainly odd that she was leaving after he took the throne. The Shepherd frowned as he came closer, dipping his head to her. "Safe travels," He barked.
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    INFO & LINKS - UPDATED 11/17

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]Sweetophelia was leaving? It hadn’t been that long since the coronation, had it? Polarispride approached, folding his wings as he watched Sweetophelia’s face. No, she was serious; Hopefully, she was just as serious about her promise to visit. He hadn’t been close to her (in fact, he wasn't sure they'd ever talked), but she was a familiar face by now, and he almost felt comfortable around her after living with her in Westeros for so long.


    Oh, well. It’d be strange not seeing her around, but BlizzardClan was a nice enough place; he could understand wanting to live there, though he couldn’t wrap his head around Sweetophelia leaving here when so much had just changed for the better. Tessa was gone, Jaehaerys was king – wasn’t this the time to stay? Regardless, he wasn’t in a position to judge anyone for staying or going as they pleased when he did the same. Good luck.


    [spoiler=✨ 12/14][size=7pt]★ went missing [11/25]
    ★ returned to westeros [12/1]
    ★ re-mastered invisibility [12/11]


    GENERAL: 'cause there's no comfort in the waiting
    ★ polarispride brides | transgender male [he/him]
    ★ thirty-two months | march 17 | ages real-time
    ★ citizen of extended westeros | full-time traveler
    ★ runaway ex-leader of windclan | pining for home
    ★ good hunter | subpar fighter | skilled flier


    NOTES: room, just nervous pacers bracing for bad
    ★ may speak using telepathy [written in bold italics]
    ★ has extremely limited medical knowledge
    ★ prejudiced against anticlanners and exilers
    ★ loyal first to windclan and individuals, then to his current residence


    APPEARANCE: news, and the nurse comes 'round
    ★ DOMESTIC CAT [reference] | overall health: 70%
    ★ purebred classic siamese | shorthaired | blue point | light blue eyes
    ★ tall for his breed | lithe build | black wings | stubby blue-gray horns
    ★ always wears silver necklace with blue box attached | protective of it
    ★ scarring across muzzle | deep scar on right shoulder | ripped left ear
    — current injuries: none


    PERSONALITY: and everyone will lift their heads
    ★ dutiful, hardworking, hates being idle, modest, polite, soft-spoken, reserved, vigilant
    ★ careful, fearful, jumpy, learning to protect, nervous, regretful, sentimental, wistful
    ★ blindly loyal to few, indecisive, negative, prejudiced, timid, unforgiving, weak-willed
    ★ all opinions are ic only


    RELATIONSHIPS: but i'm thinking of what sarah
    ★ gen 1 | npc x npc | adopted by legacy brides | no living family
    ★ self-appointed caretaker of littlekit and mallowkit brides
    ★ single | crushing on n/a | pansexual
    ★ mentoring n/a | not open to apprentices


    INTERACTION: said; that love is watching someone
    ★ attack in bolded slateblue
    ★ physically medium | mentally medium
    ★ avoids combat | shows mercy | exclusively uses powers
    ★ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots/threads
    ★ nonviolent or peaceful actions may be powerplayed
    ★ may react negatively to unexpected physical contact


    POWERS: die — so who's gonna watch you die...?
    ★ character bond [with whiskey; semi-inactive]
    ★ elemental powers [all; fire-focused]
    ★ invisibility
    ★ scent manipulation
    ★ super senses
    ★ telepathy

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    Oliver Queen-Stark
    [size=10][color=white]"The Arrow"



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    He didn't know her all that well, so it was no skin off his back to watch her go. Westeros was not for the faint of heart.


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    [size=8]When you feel my heat
    Look into my eyes
    It’s where my demons hide
    It’s where my demons hide
    {Demons by Imagine Dragons}
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    [font=georgia]Fortinbras felt a sense of puzzlement that he masked as he padded over, head tilting to study the BlizzardClanner. He didn't understand why one would have two memberships, nor why anyone would give up living in the kingdom. He was certainly biased, but he loved Westeros with a ferocity. Nevertheless, he was prepared to respect her decision. He was unaware of Sweetophelia's relation to the High King, though he would have felt the same way if he had known, perhaps even more so. "I hope you find peace and prosperity there." offered the Lord of Snakewood sincerely. He tried to wish the best for everyone, particularly people like this, who posed him no threat. Besides - it was good to have Westerosi influence in other Clans, and he suspected they'd have her support in any conflicts.

    Jax felt his face pulling into a frown. He didn't want her to leave! She'd been one of the ones to be friendly to him when he needed a friend the most. He was certainly disappointed, but he wasn't going to try and stop her. He padded up toward his father, leaning against the male's leg. Jax was ready for apprenticeship, so was quite large already. Yet he still sought comfort from his father's form in troubling times. "I wish you well," he murmured softly.