TAKHT YA TAKHTA // TAKEOVER

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    Raspberry flicked her ears when she heard a call of a takeover, she didn't

    go over there - didn't obey and just considered on leaving the kingdom if

    this crap was going to go on. But once she saw Vahriinlok being wounded,

    she growled, running up. "After how I see who you are, I'd just leave -

    poof. If your temper is going to be that way you might as well have

    no members except your own blood and people too afraid of being

    killed. Leaving is an easy thing to do. To me, you're nothing but a

    stranger from an enemy group. I'd rather be led by a kind king or a

    king that didn't treat his members like trash to step on." The malinois

    swished her tail angrily, She was young but head strong and bold; unafraid.

    She turned around, not wanting to hear a word from him unless it was stepping

    down or agreeing to her and promising to change.


    //All IC opinions ;)

    nothing burns like the cold.

    "Run away, boy," Tsubodai spat as he watched the canine race off. The dragon's gaze was cold as ever as they rove through the crowd, seeking another challenger, almost. Daring those who thought they could rule to step up to him so that he could show them they could not rule. They just simply did not have the power. The black dragon had been waiting for a moment like the current one Westeros had presented him. He'd waited patiently for years.

    He was ready to take the absence of other challengers as assent to his rule and Tsubodai was about to announce it as such, until another dog spoke up. A loud rumbling laugh came from him. When he finally managed to reign in his amusement at Raspberrypaw's words, Tsubodai offered a few cordial words of wisdom. "Temper? You have yet to see a tyrant. I am from Westeros--born and raised, ignorant dog. And what else did you expect when there are opposing claims to the throne? One person's injuries is better than a whole battlefield of the dead." Tsubodai counted this victory has better than others--in the Targaryen past, brothers fought sisters to tear the kingdoms apart and the Baratheon usurpers battled it out with the last Targaryens of old. There was a small snort of amusement before he added, "Then go. If you have no stomach for Westeros, then go. It had always been like this. It will always be like this." He saw the canine as much to naive--did she think the world ran on kindness?

    CAUSE I AM, I AM A LITTLE WICKED ･ﾟ✧

    It was as if Westeros had rotted to nothing but children with no understanding of how the politics worked here. They were violent, firm, they left no room for error, even if the ruler at the time was not. What had the previous ruler led these people to believe? Westeros has always been this way. Not to mention the only violence displayed was literally because of a challenge, it wasn't like the child hadn't knowing looked death in the eye and only gotten a warning whereas many others would be dead where they stood. Did they know nothing of this culture? Of how it functioned? Ignorant children, why occupy a land if you knew nothing of their ways and shied in the face of a little blood? They wouldn't last long in actual Westeros. In the Westeros lead by her father, the true king or any that occupy in his wake.


    Mauve scales glimmered in the low light as the dragoness lowered her head ever so slightly at the child's tangent. What a small little fool, she didn't even admire this one's bravery. They were just an idiot, and a young one at that. "Then leave," Rhaenys rumbled cooly, her pale eyes snaking over the form of the puppy. "As my father said, there is no place for you here, you clearly have no knowledge of this place. Of how its always been." An obnoxious scree sounded from above and the large beast shifted her wing, allowing Meraxes to oncemore occupy their place perched onto it, looking down on the strange child to mirror Rhaenys herself. Never one pair of eyes, always two. The pair, much like she was with her twin, were inseparable.


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    Strider jumped to the side as Tsubodai went after Vahriinlok again, and watched with a grim expression as the canine was beaten again and took off. Of course, Strider felt bad, but if the Lynderly was going to run away, he couldn't exactly help that. He had stood up, but not all the way; he was not on anyone's bad side yet. Good. Neutral ground was his favorite place.


    The cheetah stepped back and watched as Raspberrypaw attempted to taunt the Targaryen King. Again. Heaving a quick sigh, Strider watched as she teleported away and the area was quiet once more. He glanced up towards Tsubodai, wondering what would happen now, if anything.


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    GOOD WOMBS HAVE BORNE BAD SONS･ﾟ✧

    Lucerys watched the entire scene play out with cool amusement. He would have preferred to see the Lynderly pretender killed on the spot, but his father seemed to be demonstrating some degree of mercy today - certainly not for the child's sake but with a more pragmatic motivation in mind undoubtedly. His pleasure at the turn of the situation only increased as the Lannister spoke up. He was still alive? How disappointing. His pale gaze flittering over to Raspberrypaw then, the male Targaryen found himself unable to concentrate on most of the canine's long-winded nonsense. Cowards died everyday with no one to remember their name - that would be the ultimate fate of Raspberrypaw.


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    nothing burns like the cold.

    The Targaryens were certainly putting up a strong united front, but that was that--they were family and it was expected. Now, Tsubodai had to see if the rest of the kingdoms would follow suit. The dog teleported away--a coward. The Targaryen patriarch had always seen teleportation as a coward's weapon, made for easy escapes. But no matter--there seemed to be no more voices of dissension among the masses and he was pleased at that.

    "Then, let this be known--all who wish to keep their positions in Westeros will meet with me to bend the knee and profess loyalty. Otherwise, you are stripped of your positions. Furthermore, I will be declaring my coronation day on July 4th so I can make my claim good to become your ruler." Ironically, two or so years ago, this was the same day that the Dornish declared secession from Westeros. Tsubodai felt like he was one upping his father in this declaration and if his scaly lips were less rigid, he might've smiled.