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The thinning oak trees blurred passed the canine, and all that was heard was the excessive panting, the pounding of his paws against the rough, untraveled dirt, and the never ending pulses of his beating heart. He had thought he was being chased - tailed, if you would. He had thought he was so close. Through an open meadow, into a river where he had slipped and caught his skin on multiple sharp things, and now almost out of a forest. Little did he know that no one was behind him at this point, and there may have not even been someone in the first place.

With his large paw pads cut and leaving tracks, Lykos picked up a new scent, sending cautious waves throughout him. He didn't know where he was, but at least he could find out now by talking to others. Hopefully they wouldn't kill him on sight. Sniffing out where the border was to this territory, the tall canine kept himself alert for any sound or sight of others. He hadn't even noticed his wounds, as the adrenaline pumping through him kept him distracted. "Is there anyone nearby?" he called, his deep voice echoing around the empty area.

// yo, this is meg's rper

i'm going to try this guy out and i really miss westeros

It was seconds after he had called out when the figure of a cheetah came into his line of vision. He was a calm and somewhat curious male, and seemed interested as to what the canine was doing here.

"Ah, a sight for sore eyes..." he murmured with a nervous, lopsided smile. He then cleared his throat, dark eyes gazing at the stranger, taking in the information he just gave him. The wolf hadn't heard of Westeros before, and it still hadn't rang a bell when the cheetah spoke of it. "I'm Lykos and I," he paused, glancing about with a sheepish expression, "I appear to be lost. Westeros doesn't ring a bell. Is it only you here?" Lykos inquired with a curious gaze.

//thanks!

At first glance, the maneless lion seemed a bit intimidating, more so than the cheetah beside him. It might have been the way he held himself, like he didn't have to worry about anyone there taking advantage of him. Lykos wished he could feel that way at least once, but unfortunately due to his trust issues and anxiety, that would probably never happen.

The large canine moved all his weight onto one side of him, only now realizing that he was in pain on his paws, as he listened to the stranger's question. He was from a small city, quite a ways from Westeros. At least, that's what he believed, as the tiring and long journey caused him to forget which was was which. He had some issues, to say the least back home, but never meant to flee. This was all an accident, yet it was fortunate. Somewhere in his head, he was happy to never see the sorry lot in his home ever again. Here he could start anew. In this... ah, yes. Westeros. That's what it was called.

"You wouldn't know of it, trust me," he replied to the Westerosi, his maw offering the male a smile. His ears swiveled back as a sting of pain went through him. Apparently the adrenaline had died down. With a disgruntled huff, Lykos glanced between the two. "Would it be much trouble if I joined? Your home seems interesting and I... well, I'm in a bit of a pickle."

//aH THANKS

This was, perhaps, not the best time to have joined Westeros. It was only his first day here, and upon wondering up to a meeting, he realized very quickly some dire things. It seemed like someone, with the surname Targaryen, was stating himself King. There was a mix of feelings with the Westerosi around him, though most were backing him up. Except this Lynderly fellow. This wasn't his place to speak up, as he knew nothing of Westeros' politics and families, so he decided to sit and watch with Maegor - a Westerosi that happened to be at his joining. With furrowed eyebrows set in concentration, Lykos observed the scene before him.

I was planning out a happy little life in Westeros for this character when I realized that he needed trauma and sadness in his life before I could let him be happy. I haven't really plotted much on here, and I haven't had my characters necessarily be sad on purpose - mostly because if they're sad, I'm sad. But I'm going to do this because character development needs to happen.

First things first, this guy is super gay. Homosexual. Homoromantic. He'll have platonic relationships with females, but he's all about males. I was thinking either a guy meets him, seduces him, and then uses him in any unhealthy way possible OR a female forces him to be in a romantic and/or sexual relationship with him. The way he gets out of it will be decided along the way, but I thought he needed this in his story to add development.

Mostly everything is allowed (litters and injuries included), just not killing.

Ever since the meeting where the Targaryen house took the throne, Lykos found himself not leaving King's Landing. It was one of the first places he went to once he joined, but it was rather too hot for a wolf like him. His fur caused the sun's rays to beat down into his skin, and there never seemed to be enough breeze, water, or shade. At least, these were his thoughts as he trotted down the streets outside. A wolf like himself was meant for the cooler, even cold areas of the north - where the Starks were from. Lykos had been reading up on Westeros - of what the houses were exactly, where they were placed, and their history. From what he knew so far, he wanted to travel North, and perhaps join House Stark. Though he still knew quite little about it, and wasn't sure if they would even accept them.

With his mouth full of books on the Starks, the canine saw someone else who seemed to be disliking the heat just as much as he. With a concerned gaze, he sped up to reach the female, dropping his books in the process. "My lady, are you alright?" he inquired, glancing over her. Was she having heat stroke? She didn't seem like she was comfortable, and she seemed rather confused. Most people here in King's Landing had places to be, people to see. Never had he seen someone confused. Her scent smelled faintly of Westeros, but it had a strange mix to it. He would ask about that later, or not at all, as her health was the main priority. "Could I get you some water?"

It was not long after he met the returning member when he realized just how confusing everything must be for her. With most of the people she knew gone and a new reign, it must seem quite lonely. See, Lykos was a man of empathy, and tried his hardest to put himself into others' shoes. And when putting himself in Myrthia's shoes, he decided they needed a chat over wine or tea. The room he was renting out, due to the fact he had no occupation and was fairly new here, wasn't the best. It was tiny and wasn't very appealing. The only redeeming quality was the view. Out the window, one could see the castle as well as the water beyond it. In front of this window, he set up a table, two goblets, and some drinks for his expected guest. The six foot (and three inches) man sipped on a glass of wine, watching the passersby below as he waited for Myrthia.

//this originally wasn't an au but i started typing like he was human so

Myrthia  

Seeing her taken aback by his words caused a brief look of pity on his face. The wolf before him could be called lady just by being polite, just as any other female in Westeros. When she asked her first question, he opened his maw to respond when she continued to nervously scramble for words. "And I am no lord. It's nothing but being polite," the canine replied with a soft smile, noting her uncertainty about herself. "Strange, you have a Westeros scent... but nevermind that, we'll get some water." The mystery of this canine bugged him, but still, there was no solving these puzzles if she died of heat stroke right there in front of him. Lykos glanced around, hoping to see some other Westerosi that knew the place better, that had been around longer than he had. They would likely introduce this female to the kingdom better than he. Within his thoughts, he almost forgot to introduce himself. "Call me Lykos," he woofed, glancing down at her briefly before looking around across the crowded streets for a place they could sit and get water. "What is your name?"

The sound of the knocker caused Lykos to jump out of his thoughts, almost spilling his wine. Quickly setting down the goblet, the man sped over to the door, and opened it soon after his guest spoke. His hair was a mess, and some would say his lopsided smile was, too. His eyes wrinkled with a smile as he gestured her to come in. "A pleasure to see you again," he said, getting excited as he would be able to get down to the puzzle known as Myrthia. "I wasn't sure if you preferred alcohol, so there's tea if you'd like," he murmured, waiting for her to enter so he could close the door against the heat waves outside.

Most in Westeros wouldn't be so kind as her. From reading - yes, he had already read quite a few novels all about the histories and personalities of Westeros - quite a number of untitled Westerosi would use him in this situation. If they were titled, well, they wouldn't even be in this situation. Her comment about his home caused a huff of lighthearted laughter. "Do I? It seems rather bland." The man only chuckled at her next few words before the blush began crawling up his neck. This happened when others knew what he was up to. It wasn't that he was guilty of what he was doing, but it felt a bit embarrassing that she had known his intentions of inviting her here. "Ah, right," Lykos began with a clearing of his throat. "You came back to Westeros after leaving, correct? What was the last thing you remember happening here? If I knew this, I could help tell you when you... well, disappeared. And it wouldn't be so disorientating knowing what events are happening now."