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Seeing a child walking up the main road with a basket of seashells was interesting by itself. It gave the lioness a lot of things to ponder on. Why did he have them and what where they being used for. Shifting just a bit she followed after her father as the male came forward first and she eyed the two males before falling just behind them. There was not much for here to inquire as her father had already asked what was going on and thus she remained silent.

She had been there for when they were talking about raiding the Cartel. A group she was growing more and more bored with as days continued to go by. They had no real leader and they had no real challenges thus making it not worth their time to go and invade them. Shaking her head a bit she would swoop down low across the ground, large mass shifting as she beat her wings to pull herself back up to the sky. She was bred a killing machine and she enjoyed the suffering of others greatly, but she hid her intentions with ease. As she circled around the Right Hand the female only gave a light nod of her head as she took off for the battle.

What was a child doing with a weapon? Though it was none of her business she was cautious only because of the Darling name that tagged along with said child. The female didn't much care for the strange new house that had arisen from the ashes of others, although Varick seemed like a sane enough male. Still, she came forward on silent wings, spreading them against the pale blue sky as she made her way over. Her eyes lifted away from the ground for just a moment before she folded her large sails and started to drift down to the ground before she flared them out and slowed herself. The heavy impact of her back legs hitting the ground first made a shiver run through her muscles before she dropped to all four's, gaze lingering on the stranger before she smelled the scent of the Cartel most strongly on him. Something she did not like. "What was your business in the Cartel?"

She paused in her steps as the child spoke up of giving shells to the Ladies of the different Houses. A rather challenging feat considering a lot of the Houses were home to many but she kept her silence even as the Stark boy looked her way and quickly started to dig in his basket of shells. Blinking her pitch purple orbs the female would tilt her head a bit before the child came forth with a white conch shell. It was pretty in it's own right and she gave a light dip of her head to the little one. Moving forward she gently took the shell from him and laid it on the ground. Perhaps she would put it in the Eyrie on display. "It is lovely. I thank you for it."

Colouredclan, she wasn't a fan of them but her father saw fit to give them a chance and hopefully they would not disappoint. Already they were giving it their all, with visiting and invitations and thus she felt the inclination to greet this one as she soared through the skies. Lowering herself to the ground her wings swept up a harsh wind as she landed allowing herself to pull back just a bit before she touched her talons to the ground. Folding her wings she lowered her head to ground level as the creature spoke about a color festival. Hmm, what did that entitle? The Crown Princess gave a slow nod before she shifted her stance just lightly and lifted her head up. "Sounds interesting enough. Westeros will be there. Thank you for the invitation."

Westeros needed more enemies, they were friends with too many and neutral with too many. The Cartel was becoming stale and boring and hearing the idea of hosting another raid against them almost made the dragoness cringe a bit. Her jaws parted a bit before she allowed her thick and dark paws to take her over to the scene where Varick was already discussing about the whole affair with the Cartel. Either they jumped into the current raids going on or they talked in private about such affairs. She hoped that maybe they could do a body dumping on their border or something and she'd leave a special gift for Feliks as well. But for now the Crown Princess just kept her muzzle closed, waiting to see what this would all bring.

It was always interesting to walk along the crowded streets of King's Landing and watching as those with money flung it around to purchase items that were useless only because they wanted it. Her own fortune was locked away and for a time when she figured she would need it. Her dark paws pressed hard against the streets stone roading and she paused for a moment as she heard the voice of someone who was looking to socialize. Most times she avoided those that were looking to conversation out of an age old feeling that had been embedded in her since living in Essos. But here in Westeros most where rather friendly and not as cautious, not as likely to try and kill you when you had your back turned. That was the rich were if it wasn't for political gain, poorer folk on the other hand were rather nasty most times. Still the maned barbary lioness made her way toward the scene of the almost emaciated looking dog and she tilted her head to the side a bit, looking over his russet dull pelt before she cleared her throat. Today she only wore her large black pearl in her golden collar necklace around her throat. Nothing else was needed to identify her and she settled near the group. "I see you are new to Westeros. I'm Alfeynnah Targaryen and it's a pleasure to meet you. Are you feeling well?"

The female came forward already knowing that there might possibly be a new meeting to attend. Her paws carried her to the Throne Room and she settled her pitch black form beside that of her betrothed, tail curling gently to rest against his leg lightly. A soft touch that was meant to be comforting as she focused her dark gaze on that of her father's form upon the Iron Throne. Really, she was curious as to what this was going to be about.

Was she late to the raid, no, not by a long shot as it seemed that nothing was going on. They were too busy trying to defend themselves from Bloodclan it seemed and she listened to the distant battle cries of pain and misfortune. The female neglected to come forth in her dragon body but instead she walked forward in her lioness form. Standing tall and prideful as she looked around. No opponents and it was a shame they would leave this side so unprotected. Such a shame indeed. A bored yawn filtered through her muzzle as she laid down and lightly placed a paw on her muzzle. Maybe they should hold a picnic, claim this section as their own turf from now on. Might be fun to add to Westeros claims.

The dothraki princess was primarily disgusted when the hideous creature attempted to lob a pebble at her. It did hit her but the impact was no more troubling than a fly smacking against her mane. Part of her didn't want to interact with such a vile looking creature and she had half a mine to ignore her. Simply because she was only here to see how this raid turned out and so far it was turning out like all of the rest, boring and trivial. There was hardly anyone here and she almost rolled her eyes before she decided to humor the thing that had come up to her. Pitch purple eyes shifted back to look at the creature and, looking down at the snow leopard before she curled her muzzle. "I see that your idiot is showing and you've started speaking gibberish. Well, allow me to teach you." Her tone was pitched low as it typically was and she rose to her paws, eyes flicking up to the sky for just a moment.

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The massive dragon took her time getting to the meeting and she flew low across that of King's Landing. Her four eyes were locked on her father as he spoke of the events and raids that were the head lines of the evening. She landed not far away, upon a building, claws digging in hard to crack the dry brick but she didn't much care. No she was in a more...different mood today. Her head lifted up and she felt her muzzle part on a low breath, tail swaying back and forth.

It was a bore and the more and more that they raided the group they more they would see them as just someone fighting nothing more than the thin air. She didn't see herself participating in this one, no, she was bored and tired of fighting the Cartel. She wanted more, different facts that she could watch the life drain out of and thus she focused more why they were helping Colouredclan. She held no interest of love for the group and she supposed because they were on a trial run they were obligated to do something. Sighing softly the female merely shifted her eyes away from the Right Hand, eyes watching the clouds that were up above. There wasn't much she could say here.

"I would also say we should watch Hawkclan considering the Cartel has their little leader wrapped around her paw. They are allies after all and Feliks has been speaking ill of us to her." She spoke with a casual sounding voice as she spoke up during the meeting. Her tail swayed slightly as she debated on what else she could say considering the new hierarchy. She had no issues with it and thought that adding such ranks would benefit them. So she merely nodded in agreement to what was going on currently with that. New roles meant better options.

"Here to join." Came the rumbling voice of the dragon from up above. Her large shadow covered the serval for only a mere moment before she circled back around and dropped from the sky. Her gold accented form folded thick membranous wings as she landed with a hard thud upon the ground, shaking her body to expel the extra energy from the impact itself. She found it interesting, his colors and her head tilted to the side a bit, four eyes fixated on the stranger before she settled herself and lifted her head up a bit. Though she was a dragon she attempted to be just as accepting as the next creature who lived here in Westeros. "Antonio Seraphim. Well, your name is rather interesting. But welcome to Westeros, I am Alfeynnah Targaryen, Warden of the East and Crown Princess. You may choose the lands in which you wish to live or strive to make your House name known. House Seraphim sounds rather interesting."

"Yes, Oldtown, if you can get passed Lord Varick." After all he was the ruler of old Town, not Lady Josephine. She wiggled just slightly before she dipped her head. So he had traveled far and along the way he seemed to have ran into some trouble here and there. But as he said he was healing and doing better than he had before. He was healing and that was very much a good sign of health. She merely cast a soft smile upon her muzzle before she looked away. What her ranking was mattered not and she was more intrigued to see what other creatures responded to her without knowing the power that she held within these lands. It was interesting and she lightly lifted a paw to press it against her muzzle as a soft yawn pulled from her throat. "The lands of the East are also open to you. My home of Snakewood and the Eyrie are more then open if you can not seek refuge in Oldtown. But Oldtown is charming by itself. Have you been able to see the North yet?"

He was a charmer wasn't he and she gave a light nod of her head, a small smile pulling at the edges of her scaled muzzle. Slowly she shifted her form, allowing herself to shrink down from her large and often imposing dragoness body and to one that resembled that of a black maned barbary lioness, dusted with white spotting and white cobwebs. Pitch purple colored orbs were still located on Antonio's form before she twisted herself slightly and beckoned to the male to come forward and walk with her. "There are many places you can stay. Oldtown to the West, along with High Garden and Casterly Rock. Perhaps Dorne or Dragonstone to the South. King's Landing is the capital the main city in which many gather each day. Then there are Riverrun, The Eyrie and Snakewood to the East. I own both the Eyrie and Snakewood but the Eyrie is my main home. Winterfell is to the North. I fancy visiting there sometimes myself."

The dragon flew low over the territory wings spread wide as she dipped low and looked upon the ground beneath her. She was here on business and to invite there ally to one of their events that was being hosted by Josephine. Hopefully it would turn out well enough. Landing upon the border after she had circled above for sometime the female allowed a gentle huff to leave her as she wait just a moment. "Blizzardclan you are invited too Westeros' pen pal event."

We can dance // Westeros letter event // if we want to

//so this is some backstory and a plot she's gonna be going through

It was not real common knowledge that she was of dothraki descent but if some looked at her, really looked at her they may begin to question where she had come from. Some may think she was from Dorne but her roots did not lie in Westeros at all. No, she had come across the sea, in a land that was not as fulfilling as Westeros happened to be. Especially not for a half breed such as herself. Her own people or what she had thought was her own people had demeaned her, calling her a dark witch and her own Khal had threatened to take her life. If it hadn't been for her mother she would have most likely been cast aside to rot alone as a mere baby. To slowly starve and become nothing but skin and bones before wasting away completely. But then again she would have been dead before that. Still, she was thankful for her mother and she always would be but the people she lived with less so for they still managed to make her life hell when her mother wasn't around. Who cared if she was the Khaleesi's daughter when her father wasn't the Khal. They all knew she didn't belong and they showed it quite quickly. She didn't have a chance the moment her mother died they were on to her, shoving her and pushing her. She became a prisoner in a place she already knew was unsafe for her, chains binding her legs completely and the march was on. The female never had expected her people to want to get rid of her that badly and she truly feared what would happen to her so she found a way to escape one night, tricking a guard who was a little too friendly. She ran and ran into the night but Essos was full of dark terrors that the world didn't know of. Some of those dark terrors had friendly faces that lured a starving child in and told them that everything to be okay. So naive she was in thinking those slavers would have helped her. No, they were just looking for more free labor to torment and they found her. It wasn't pleasant and she tried her best to be defiant but she only knew so much but resisting was futile and she was made into their little slave. There was no free will, there was no talking back or punishments were handed out. There was no fighting.

She was brutalized for stepping out of line, she was brutalized in more ways than one. And one day she just snapped. She fought against them, screamed at them but it made no difference and that was also the day that she lost her face. Or so her slave owner called it that. She was marred too ugly to be his little whore anymore. So he made her work in the back of the home, scrubbing floors and doing the filthy work of the house. She was no better than the ground that they walked on but a burning anger was hidden inside of her. She deserved better, she deserved more than what was given to her. When her owner wasn't looking she was. She was watching and plotting, trying to envision a way out of this place and those sullen sin filled lands. It was her only hope of living but those days were long from actually becoming a reality for her. She had to scrap and fight against the current, fight for what meager meals she was able to get. But soon she made her dream a reality and she escaped, her torn hide racing through the streets a mere three feet tall and stumbling. Her paws slapped against the hard pavement, fear drumming through her chest as she made her way. She knew of a place she could go or at least safety. A sewer, where the rich would never go to try and retrieve their property. Even with the darkness around her she felt as if she could hear them behind her, cursing and yelling, hearing the crack of a whip behind her very feet. But she never stopped. She quickly made her way into the tunnel, falling into the filth before picking herself back up again and struggling to breath against the stench. Her life from there had been equally just as bad but there were silver linings, she met friends, met others that helped her along the way until she found something. Something that helped her understand her role, her true potential in the world around her. It must have been a fluke to have killed that male night and taken his possessions to find that golden collar necklaces.

The coywolf had been trying to make her way to Westeros, to some how cross the vast lake and see the land that many others whispered about. She's heard of a family, of a dragon in particular that could have the answer to a better life for her. The Targaryens, a name whispered to her by her mother gently in her ear during the night. A better male than the Khal ever was. She believed in this notion and that the deaths it took to get to this point meant nothing to her survival. That necklace unlocked the door for her to get out of Essos. The large black pearl was the source of the female's powers and the bodies it had given her, the dragon, the lion. All of it was from that focal point and she understood that she had to keep it safe at all cost. But she could not foresee that someone would have the courage to break into her home and take it from her. Take everything from her as she slept in a place she had deemed safe.

It was with the morning sun that she woke up, stretching and feeling oddly stiff. The sun lifted up in the sky and bathed the Eyrie in bright light but something was not right. She felt..different she felt...odd. The first notion that she was was the fact that her tail didn't move, in fact she didn't feel anything at all. A hard fear drove into her and she forced herself up feeling scared skin and flesh pull against itself. Lifting her head up in despair the Crown Princess lifted her paws and felt for her necklace around her throat, searching with a harsh desperation but it wasn't there. It wasn't there! Instead a thick collar met her touch, made of scarred leather. A sense of unyielding disgust and agonizing terror made her body seize up and she turned on her bed, throwing the thick blankets around and tearing at the cot. But it wasn't there. She was stuck in this body, in this disgusting image of what she had been in Essos before she had managed to take back her life. This body that had been used and discarded time and time again as if it was garbage and a whine broke from her, cut short by labored breathing. Her vision was murky on one side and she quickly moved from her bed, grabbing a nearby cloak and wrapping it around her form to hide it. She had to hid it for what would Lucerys think. What would all of Westeros think? "No..." It was a murmured and cracked tone that spilled from an auburn and grey scarred muzzle as she stepped forward on shaky paws to leave the entrance of her home. Sunlight not allowed to illuminate this hideous monstrosity that was her the body she had been born in. Her face was hidden beneath the hood of her cloak and she swallowed thickly, reduced to scraping blunted claws against the hard stone of the path she walked. Who could have taken it. Who! She had to find it, had to search for it because she needed her necklace just like she needed oxygen to breath. But where would she begin to even look?

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Find it. That was the only words circling around her head. She had to find it and the desperation tore at her and circled her neck in a choke hold like the very same collar that adorned her now. Whoever had taken it would pay dearly and with their life if she got her paws on them and she swallowed hard, gaze distant, troubled, and worried. Most of her visage was hidden beneath a thick black cloak that only allowed her scarred muzzle to be seen. No one had seen this form before, not even thos of Westeros and so she was an enigma to everyone around her. Only the scent of heat and desert sands left her form as she slowly made he way to the Cartel's border, her identity only known to herself. With shoulders hunched the female waited there, head low and breathing ragged. She felt ill being in this hideous body and her intense colored orbs focused on a nearby rock. Just ask questions and leave. That was all she had to do. Hopefully all she had to do.