Posts by TSUBODAI

"It's no longer internal. My father's house of Martell is now a separate entity from Westeros," Tsubodai snapped. What did the oaf not understand about that? He turned his gaze back onto the flames. Perhaps if the flames had died down later, he would go fetch her heart from the cinders. "Westerosi should have been one kingdom, not seven ruled by their own petty lords. My half-sister was doing right in making it more unified."

Kinslayers were more accursed than anything, but did Tsubodai care? No. He had brought himself from BloodClan, eager to bring fire and blood to Dorne and his father's house, along with all the traitors.

Tsubodai slung the charred corpse of his half-brother onto the ground in front of his Targaryen half-sister Lorina. A bastard of Oberyn--he had plenty of those around and he supposed that no one would miss a Martell or two due to that.

However, his nose wrinkled at the smell of Insignia. "Sister, don't tell me that you can't handle your own problems? Are you so afraid of Father that you bring others to do your work?" Tsubodai growled, his voice low. Asking people for help in putting down an internal rebellion meant that Lorina feared she might lose this battle.

Tsu still is

he already started killing Martells and renounced his Martell name

As soon as the tiger slacked in her bonds, Tsubodai marched purposefully towards the cinders, using his claws to extract her heart from the black chest cavity.

"Any takers?" he remarked, glancing around in a challenging manner.

"Because you're afraid you might lose everything," Tsubodai snorted. Oberyn and the Dornish have seceded. They were out of Lorina's reach, unless she brought the war to them, which she should've been doing. Most of those rebels seemed to be gathering in Dorne, Kenshi and Oberyn included. "They are winning at the moment, so you bring your allies as back up."

The dragon dug his claws into the carcass of his half-brother that he had brought, enjoying the feeling of the blood leaching out with a nasty squishy noise. "Having your allies here merely shows that you're afraid they might succeed. You cannot find support in Westeros and your own people so you look for others outside of Westeros. I'm rather disappointed in you, sister. The Targaryen words are fire and blood, not beg for help."

He allowed his claws to snake forward towards the Martell tiger's bruised head, his talons crushing the skull with a pop that splattered brain matter nearby.

Tsubodai had caught two Dornish citizens, two boys of some Dornish minor houses that he had chanced upon while flying through the mountains. Might as well make his Westerosi declaration of name change official.

He had tied up the two boys up on a pike in Kings Landing and now they were roasting quite crisply. Little did he know that these two were the heirs of those minor houses they had sprung from.

"I, Tsubodai, choose to cast away the Martell name with this act, spit upon my Dornish heritage. From now on until the end of my days, I am Tsubodai of House Targaryen."

The black dragon strode through the ashes of the dying bonfire and tore out the hearts of the charred corpses, setting them down to cool on the stone like two bloody, glistening jewels.

Tsubodai offered the two a grin of sorts. he picked up a sliver of the hearts of the Dornish, consuming it. Dornish would feel fire and blood again with him leading the helm.

Tsubodai's pale gaze turned towards Jochi, a sneer going across his jaws. "You're siding with the traitors, Jochi? I thought better of you," the Targaryen prince remarked. "The Queen's word is law and all those who turn against it deserve nothing but fire and blood. Have you forgotten the words of House Targaryen, Jochi?"

"I am loyal to Westeros, not one of the small quarrelsome states, brother. This should have been done a long time ago," Tsubodai growled. He did agree on the idiot part a bit--Lorina should not have dragged any allies into the fight. It was Westeros' fight, a chance for Lorina to prove that they were powerful.

"The next time I see you Jochi, you are a dead Martell," the black dragon snorted, frost coming from his jaws in a mist.

Looking over towards Lilith, the Targaryen snorted in annoyance. What was the pretty fool spouting? She had not even been here half a day and was thinking of lecturing others.

"Westeros is not one of your silly fucking Clans so don't treat it as that," Tsubodai snorted. "Once you've driven that into your thick head, you can offer better advice." The Targaryen prince glanced over at his brother. "Aye, and which Martell is that? There's only him and that half-grown, Vendaval, and they're two peas in a pod."

He let out a rather grim chuckle at that.

"Westeros should have had reparceled and broken the power of the Houses. Lorina is doing just that and they're angry that their power is taken away. It should be given to someone new--someone who earns it, not just a Martell."

"Your loss," Tsubodai grunted. The Targaryen prince took a chunk of the heart, pressing it into his mouth and swallowing the bloody bit of organ.

"Good. You're getting warmer," Tsubodai added. Warmaster was close to what he was. A few more guesses and she could land on it, no? Unless he grossly overestimated her intelligence, but Fleur seemed like quite the capable young lady.

At her admission, Tsubodai shrugged his shoulders. "Everyone has a story," he pressed. He had nothing better to do right now, so why not listen to her? "I will tell you mine if you tell me yours."

"So they say. However, for the other lands, the Crown has had the conqueror's right. How many of those Wardens bent the knee to spare themselves from fire?" Tsubodai snorted. Dorne could've been conquered. In fact, with him as the leader of the attack, they would be conquered once and for all now.

Tsubodai had been hoping that he would still be unleashed on the Dornish, but now? Were the Stars really afraid of a strong leader for once? The black dragon uttered a growl of disgust, flying off without a word.

Basically a rebellion against Jocelyn because Tsu believes that the Targs should be the rightful rulers. They'll most likely end up being a rogue band of sorts.

Tsubodai was half surprised that no action had been taken against him, so the black Targ prince was still here on the land. The lion loped up the border, his pale blue eyes flickering over the kitsune with a hint of disinterest. There were plenty enough kitsunes in BloodClan to keep a skeptic happy for a century.

He merely leveled his icy gaze with the creature and waited for a response.

Tsubodai's muzzle wrinkled at all the news. The black lion hung to the back of the crowd, a cloak drawn across his features. He didn't want to be recognized today, though he wondered what stuff the Baratheon Queen was made of. Putty like the other stags.

Without another word, the black Targ prince slipped away. He was technically a prince no longer, but Prince fit his name very well. It would be soon enough that he would be Prince again, eh?

"You're a little bit bold coming to the borders with Dominion scent," Tsubodai remarked as he approached. The black Targaryen's pale eyes were cool as he regarded the snow leopard, his muzzle distastefully wrinkled.

"I love the way you beg," Tsubodai grinned as he approached, the cruel smirk twisting the corners of his jaws. The black lion approached, his chin tilted back almost imperiously as he watched the ThunderClanners. "Come here and take him back if you so desperately need it."

The Targaryen prince wondered why the other BloodClanner was so shiftless. Enemies were to be attacked on the borders, no? Using elemental powers, he sent a jet of blizzard-force winds laden with ice at the ThunderClanners.

The fire blazed around him and he felt some fur crisp away. However, that soon abated as he swept the northern winds about himself, cocooning his form. A low snarl came from his jaws as the lion lunged forward, his claws bared as he attempted to swipe them down Sasha's face.