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    ooc. i wrote like too much whoops i got the muse™ uhh the beginning is mostly backstory so if you don't want to read the whole thing you only really need the last two paragraphs


    It had been a long time since she had ventured off of the Iron Islands she called home. The young adult had rarely left her home, even during the rebellion her cousin had put on so rashly. No, she had elected to stay with her father - that is, until the targaryens elected to remove him to their prison of a keep, and elected their elder brother as Lord Reaper in his stead. It had been a blow to the younger female, of course, but they had bided their time, remained on Pyke and watched politics from afar.


    Now, however, she was intrigued. With their brother's disappearance, her life had been lonely on the isles, rarely visited by the green lords of Westeros. Now, however, the information had finally worked up to her that there was a new king - another targaryen, some exiled prince she didn't ever recall before he had taken the throne. While normally she would have been content to watch the lords and ladies of the continent continue their struggle for powers, she knew that perhaps with many of the house heads that had been present for the Grey Rebellion fading into nothingness that her chances of clawing her way into their formalities would be easier than ever before.


    While she had no great love for the Westerosi thanks to her father, she could not deny the advantages of forming ... friendships with the court members. After all, she could never build up the Iron Islands to their previous power without interacting with the other houses. Instead of gathering a crew, knowing that it may be taken the wrong way, she instead elected to take on her puffin form and fly for Westeros. It took a length of time for her to finally arrive in Kings Landing, tired and weary from her trip, but the bird dropped into one of the larger courtyards, landing softly as a silver fox, her preferred form. While most of her family had lived out their lives as otters, she had never had as much appreciation for small animals - however, like her moods, her forms changed as easily as the tides.


    the Greyjoy's stormy gaze glanced around the space around her, tail swishing up dust from the tiles. She was unsure if she was supposed to announce her presence in an official way - she had only rarely made the trek to the eastern side of the continent, and her diplomatic skills had suffered under her father's strict ironborn teachings. Still, she had no concerns about what the green lords would think of her. What did their opinions matter? "HELLO?" she shouted without a hint of reserve, already impatient. Were the westerosi too lazy for greetings, content to lounge about in their palaces? She dearly hoped this wasn't a waste of time. She really want to improve relations, if only for her own benefit.


    Hell hath no fury

    like a woman scorned



    Khaalida Loralai Targaryen || female || 8 moons || Noble of Westeros



    "Well aren't you a tad loud? What's your name dearie?" A gemstone dragon stepped forth, a humored smile upon her maw. She too had a fox form, one as black as her father's scales and in places as white as the moon. However her and the other two she shared full blood with either preferred to be lions or dragons in day to day life. Her interest perked as she scented the tell tale sign of an ironborn. So perhaps this was the person who had beat her to taking over house Greyjoy, though she didn't know for sure.


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    Amethyst was sitting around when a loud voice frightened her. She stood up beginning to wonder is they were under enemy attack when she realized it was just a plain greeting. Looking around to find the source of the voice, she spotted a new joiner. She knew she was a Greyjoy but she couldn't remember her name for the life of her. "Hello, I'm Lapiz. What was that holler about?"


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    Josephine couldn't relate to staying at home or agreeing with her family or even being swayed much by their opinions. She had left home as soon as she was able to, wanting nothing more than to get away from Varick and the pain he caused her. She had run away because she didn't know how to fight her circumstances. She still didn't, really, but at least she could try. She had wandered for so long when she had heard of her brother again but this time without the terrible stories of his crimes. No, this time it was in reference to the power he was gathering in a place she had never heard of, Westeros. She knew she needed to confront him. She needed to challenge him. She still didn't know how, exactly, she intended to do that. She was terrified of any sort of violence so she knew her goal wasn't simply to kill him or disable him as he had her. No, she didn't know what she would do but she knew he would pay for the pain he had caused her and their siblings as children.


    In any case, she would hear someone shout a greeting and seemed to flinch, alarmed by the sudden noise. When she realized nothing was wrong, she would make her way over in curiosity, settling down when she realized this seemed to just be a meet and greet of sorts. The woman offered a gentle smile to the stranger before she spoke. "Hello. I don't believe we've met. I'm Josephine," The leopard would state, giving a slight dip of her head as she spoke.


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    The Greyjoys were rather reclusive as of late so the Bolton didn't have much information about that family. Fortunately, this was all bound to change since one of Dagda's sisters appeared. Were they going to make a comeback? She hoped so, after all, they Greyjoys were under her jurisdiction if anything. And hell, from what she knew and learned about that house, the femme quite liked what they stood for. They had been part of a rebellion, managing to kill Blindlove. She liked their spirit and their loose morals, Ironborns were creatures that she, a Bolton, could identify with though she was not one herself. "Hello," she would offer back as she joined the growing group. The serval did not say more as she expected the Greyjoy to introduce themselves.

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    Hell hath no fury

    like a woman scorned



    Khaalida Loralai Targaryen || female || 8 moons || Noble of Westeros



    So she was right, this was the runt that had beat her to control over the Iron Islands. How perfect would it have been for her father to have control over those unruly members of Westeros. She'd have to make note of this to him, knowing he probably would assign someone trustworthy to keep an eye on her. Murmurs she knew, were oft words of distaste and so she made note that this particular Greyjoy would have to be marked down as a potential threat to her family's seat on the throne. "Lady Khaalida Targaryen of Riverrun, pleased to see a Greyjoy finally off of their islands."Not a lie, not a truth. Her voice held no suspicion, her words kind in nature. The more they left, the more information could be gathered on them.


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    ooc. whoops i deleted my post because i missed a post and now the posts are a little mixed up rip sorry Saltedcaramels


    They all seemed to appear from nowhere, melting out of the shadows like ghosts one after the other. The first who approached was massive, forboding - a dragon looming over her small form. Still, she raised her head, tail fluffed up as if in warning - despite her small size, she would not hesitate to defend herself if it was needed. "One often needs to be loud when in the presence of dragons," Mera murmured as she stared up at the greeter, and she did not bother to make it clear if she spoke of the species or of the family. Still, she continued without hesitation, not lingering on her words. "I am Mera Greyjoy. With the disappearance of my father and brother, I have elected to...make new acquaintances in Westeros, in hopes of restoring the Iron Islands." It was a half truth, as she did indeed plan to make new alliances with the green lords, but they may have different ... ideas behind her motivations than she did.


    Of the other three who approached, She first turned to the second Targaryen girl to approach - had they bred like rats since she had last met them? - who she offered a harsh smile. "Shouting is the fastest way to get anywhere in life, my lady. A helpful thing to learn it would be," the Ironborn stated simply, before glancing over two the timid boy. Kittens were uninteresting to her, but she offered a curt nod before fixing her gaze on the final person. She didn't recognize her family scent, but perhaps she had spent too much time away. Either way, she felt a hint of ... amusement at the number of woman at court. Much more women than men, as far as she could tell.


    Not that she had a problem with that. "No, we haven't met. It's a pleasure, Josephine."


    Just as she finished, another approached, yet another lady. She was familiar with this one's scent - a Bolton. While she was familiar with the bare politics of Westeros, she had always struggled to discern whether they technically fell under the safe keeping of the west or the north. She held little love for the Lannisters and Mallisters, the Tullys and the other western green lords - the only Westerosi who managed to hold her respect were the northerners, often harsh and unforgiving as the landscape itself.


    And with the reputation of the Boltons, she was eager to learn more about the Northern ladies. "Hello, my lady. Bolton, yes?" she questioned, wanting to confirm her house before the conversation continued.


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    Greyjoys. Ah yes, more than any family in Westeros, the Mallisters had a history with them. Hell, her people were responsible for defending against them; keeping them from getting too cocky about the coast of the Riverlands. It was no great surprise that this Greyjoy would be similar to others, and hold a similar distaste for her own house. Dagda hadn't, but she also remembered Dagda being somewhat of a loose cannon, even by Greyjoy standards. "It is a pleasure, my lady." Jaelynn would begin as she prowled over, taking a seat short distance away as to converse, but also respect the dislike that she also knew bloomed between them in the past. "Jaelynn Mallister. I recall your brother was Dagda, yes? He was a wonderful strategist, last I remember. He was intriguing to speak with." It was not meant to flatter, but rather to make note of a skill that she appreciated. Whether their families hated each other or not, the Malliste had been curious of the otter she had met in her first arrival to Westeros. If anything, she had seen substantial battle promise.

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    She was pleased and somewhat flattered that the Greyjoy was aware of who she was. It wasn't often that creatures did considering that she mostly kept to herself in the first place. Of course, she was the mistress of alliances as well and kept a careful eye on their allies and the other groups in existence so if anything, she claimed that her work ate up all her free time. But deep down, it was a little excuse since she found socialization difficult at times. She wasn't raised to do small talk, her warding days only taught her how to be deadly yet clandestine, it was what her father wanted for her and she couldn't help but resent him a little for that. After all, what was a life without lasting relationships? She was very aware of the hole in life.

    "You are correct, Lady Greyjoy. It is a pleasure to meet you at last," a small smile would cross the serval's face and she dipped her head to one of the newest ladies of Westeros, "how's the business back on your islands? And your family?" She sorely hoped they were going to make a come back since they were a rather interesting family.

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