HE ATTAC | p, lucien | BUT HE ALSO PROTEC

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    DON'T YOU EVER TAME YOUR DEMONS __ Ren Targaryen
    The young wolf pup had found himself out in the middle of the loner lands, blissfully unaware that the area was full of aggressive and violent rogues. Of course, he had heard stories of these lands, but they were called different things in Westeros. Some people said that it was full of wildlings, or white walkers, although Ren was perfectly sure that he hadn't passed the Wall to get here. He had just walked, in a perfectly straight line, all the way from Westeros, his home lands. He'd been born and raised there, but he was desperate to explore. Like most Westerosi children his age, Ren was desperate to become a knight. However, his stammer meant that most people overlooked him for high court positions, which made him feel simultaneously angry and sad. Betrayed, even. His father was the king, after all.


    And if my heart just stops, pack my memories in it (I want to know all the love I've got)

    And if my heart just stops, keep me alive for a minute (I want to know if a curtain drops)— tags

    The male liked to walk around a lot, which led him to getting into trouble at times. Due to being an airhead, he couldn't really control where his feet took him at times. Sometimes he ended up in the Exiles, or even in The Rogues' territory, which was a disaster all in itself, considering his clan's hate for them. At any rate, he was firmly in loner land, hunting for something or another. He had actually forgotten what herb he was meant to collect, and was literally winging it. Sometimes he just needed a distraction, not an actual task. Scenting someone nearby, the medic would focus, and hesitantly follow the scent. Since he had been in Westeros not too long ago, he knew it came from there, and hoped who ever it was, wasn't hostile or rude. Those were the worst to meet here. "Hello?"

    DON'T YOU EVER TAME YOUR DEMONS __ Ren Targaryen
    The wolf whipped his head up, jumping back slightly and getting into a defensive position. When he realised that the other person didn't seem too aggressive or hostile, he straightened up slightly and offered a weak smile. His pelt gently ruffled in the wind, and he searched the male with his eyes. He seemed like a normal cat, and he didn't smell of an anticlan - Ren deemed him safe. "Hello... I am R-r-r-ren T-targaryen," he murmured under his breath, feeling rather concious of his stammer. It was one thing stammering around his family in Westeros, let alone stammering around a complete stranger.