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for kloun, reading the note had taken far longer than two beings before him. after all, he'd only learned literacy later on within his life and even still he knew just enough to get him by. end game? if he were to be completely honest, the guard dog had not thought much of this rather life-altering group due to it note affecting him or those he looked after directly. however, he knew of the creatures within it and the purpose of grand destruction from which it was built upon.

kloun allowed a thoughtful from of gentle expression to meld the darkness of his features, hues of the golden crown which so many loomed for glistening with a certain odd form of emotion one could not truly place. "I wonder if their would be repercussions for not joining in on the madness," he stated this as if were concerned in either way the events unfolded. but there was also a spark of intrigue for the group and the events in which would surround the desicion conjured by their king. perhaps the westeros was about to become more than just a storm whirling quietly awaiting to be released.

kloun was another who came forth with no words spoken, seeing as there was no need to break the silence which dwelled within the atmosphere. the guard dog listened with a grave expression across ebony features, as if he were attempting to solve a puzzle with the syllables his king protruded. an ally event? if the twins went, he'd indefinetly follow, if not, he'd not even bother with the idea. unlike those other lords and ladies the youth had no need or interest in building connections. np, he'd simply await tsubodai's words.

it would begin to seem that there was nothing but targaryens over running the westeros- well, those of the noble name lingering within fire and perhaps a few scattered starks and bannisters. but kloun had an amusing form of feeling that one day their gracious kingdom would be solely that of elitists with lovely, violet eyes. the youth approached with a smile of odd gentility curving the lines of his parsley lips as his hues of golden crowns focused upon the new tarygaryen. he was distracted only for a moment when lady alfeynnah stated the other's presence a pleasure, for the gesture almost made the knight laugh. but he didn't allow any cracks to seep through his fine procllene. "I'm Kloun- a knight of the targaryen household. If you need anything, don't be afraid to ask," the youth offered with a soft, kind laced tone.

//that's the roleplayer's ignorance, my bad ;-;

mother.

from the moment this word was spoken the fine porcelain of kloun's facade shattered from his dark features. indeed, it was an agreement amongst the two siblings to never speak of the mother which death had stolen far too swiftly. but the elder of the duo could tell remus had realized his mistake of phrasing from the expression of horror in which lined brutish features and so held no ill will towards the other. even so, there was still a silence in which stretched between them for a considerable time, as if the word had to settle into the atmosphere before either brother could offer any more bits of conversation.

"I suppose she graced me with such a name since it was so similar to hers," kloun noted, tone low and lacking the jest in which it once held. however, he managed a gentle smile yet, regaining bits of pieces in which had scattered from his face. but his brother's words swiftly reverted kloun into the expression he was meant to carry; one in which matched his beastly hues of monster's intuition. it made him appear quite scary, if one had been used to seeing the usual emotions he used to convey fabricated feelings. "Hmm," kloun began, his face feeling not quite as strained as it had been, "I honestly don't care about politics, but when it comes to the targaryens perhaps we should ask around later on in the day." ask around- remus knew what this meant. it did not mean polite ways of inquisitive words, no, it meant snooping about and catching wind of stray conversations.

it was miraculous truly, the fact their were more targaryens than there were members of the kingdom he now occupied. kloun came forward alongside mara, gaze of golden crowns atop kings' noble heads focused upon the young boy who'd stepped foot upon westerosi land. he took note of the other's apparent exhaustion, as he noted all intricate traits due to his impeccable observance of others. "Long journey, I take it?," the night began, tone gentle and smile strangely kind.

//this is human au by the way <3

it was evening now, when the world was tinted blue as it struggled to decide between light and darkness, as kloun currently occupied himself by some odd form of self training which involved throwing knives into the ancient bark of undeserving trees. it was a rarity for the young man with stars for hues to not be within the presence of the two he deemed masters, but today it had occurred due to the fact the fore mentioned two were to attends some form of private meeting in which no one- including guard dogs, no matter how gentlemanly they potrayed themselves- aside from those of targaryen origin were to intrude upon. and so, after much discontent and dismissing words from rhaenys and visenya, kloun went off to amuse himself the sole way he knew how.

he was getting hot, the sweltering sun merciless to all even within the later hours of a long summer's day. it did little to harm his flow, aside for the youth reaching back to tussle the ebony, unruly locks in order to allow some form of air to catch his neck. for a moment, it made him stop and wonder how he'd allowed his hair to get so long. the locks of starless sky had gotten to the point of medium length, so he now had to tie them back in order to keep stray hair from his vision. then he remembered. he'd started allowing this when upon the day he was taken in by the twins he now owed the world, upon their saving him at the age of sixteen whilst kloun had been in the process of dying from the hands of a mercenary of an enemy guild they'd been warring with. it was from that moment rhaenys and visenya had taken the boy with crimson stained finger tips into dragon stone to be cared for and educated. perhaps he'd allowed his locks to become so unruly to prove he'd changed? to hype up the illusion? he wasn't sure. either or, they were getting annoying and kloun figured he cut it soon. despite these self-relfections, there was one sole thing kloun knew of for fact- they could educate him, feed him, whisk him away from the life of a muderous nobody, but in the end he was still just a rabid dog in which had been taught a few fancy tricks.

kloun caught wind of another's presence- hearing the crumpling of grass against feet and the soft breathing of another approaching- and so swiftly snapped his head into the direction in which this came. it was unlikely an enemy, as the person was not trying to be discreet, but it never hurt to be on guard. in that moment, he held one of those awfully frightful expressions upon his rather slender features, but it medled into one of sweet gentility upon realiziotn of who approached. kloun would offer a gentle, strained form of smile as he subtly bowed his head, "You shouldn't be wandering out here alone, young lord."

ren targaryen  

while others, at the very least, appreciated the majesty of those assorted dead beauties scattered about within different forms of pots and baskets; the rabid dog could not even find that within his being. for he'd never cared for flowers, or even thought of them for that matter. it was usually as a child that one found adoration within assorted daises and lavender sprigs, but when he was but a little one with large, wondering hues kloun's intent had been on a quite different skill set than that of picking flowers. even so, as he approached with cruel thoughts about dead weeds, kloun pulled forth a gentle smile and form of shrug. "They're quite beautiful," he'd begin, stating aloud the thoughts of those who gathered, "And they at least took the time to think of us and set aside something." it was a fruitless attempt of shedding light upon the situaton, giving the expressions of those nobles which surrounded him.

"Dragons," kloun appeared perplexed for but a moment, expression of inquisitive nature tinting darkened features before one of realization lightened the emotions drawn upon his face. ah, that's right, the party. he'd nearly forgotten about his experience of playful banter with the young lord upon the night of the aforementioned's introduction as a true prince of the tagaryen house hold. one could hardly blame him, the royal family held hosts of parties in which smelled of ladies' perfume and fine foods that he was forced to intend on the twin's account and so he was quite forgetful of specifics.

still, he wondered why the other got the impression he knew so much about his house's sigil. kloun had learned a little about the race upon being educated as an adolescent, but it had not like he'd been given an expanse of knowledge. "I'm not as versed on the topic as a maester, but I can offer you what knowledge I have," kloun noted, tone thoughtful. its not as if he had anything better to do, and perhaps he'd gain his twins' favor if he was kind to their youngest sibling. "What would you like to know?," kloun offered, offering one of his infamously off-putting smiles.

upon coming forth to the scene, watching as the young targaryen pushed her sibling forth upon the roughened pavement, an expression of amusement in which was almost genuine fell across darkened features. the creature's hues of molten crowns came to fall upon the younger beings before him, offering a curving smile at the two's antics. "I take it you know each other," kloun noted, tone light and airy at the obvious statement in which he reprimanded.

kloun disliked sweets. no- no that wasn't precisely it. as a matter of fact, the youth who possessed golden hues of molten crowns had never once tasted sugar in all his two years of breathing life. for he did not posses the normal childhood of indulgences that most held and after being saved by the two being he know loyaly served until death, there had been no time even then to think of such confectioneries. and so the creature knew nothing of why the others felt such joy at the notion of simply eating- after all, it was such a mundane activity. but he managed one of his perfectly woven, yet off setting smiles of gentility upon approaching the scene. "It's very kind of you to go to all this trouble, miss queenie," the former killer acknowledged, sickly-sweet in his tone.