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It was him, but nothing passed over her expression as he approached her. Looking at her with a cautious nature that she didn't act upon. It would be wise to be wary of anyone that came around, especially some large canine and she breathed out slowly before trying to calm herself. Though she had ill feelings for the dog in front of her she kept them bottle up on the inside just as she should. She didn't deserve to allow her emotions to filter out and be exposed, nor did she deserve to have an opinion and she winced at the thoughts that spiraled through her mind from this form. She felt the slave collar rub her throat and she hunched a little bit more before forcing herself to stop it. She was not this thing anymore and the quicker she found her item the better. "My name is Claudia. I'm looking for a necklace, gold mostly and it wrapped around the shoulders. I lost it through my travels around the clans. As for a favorite food I prefer beef." Straight forward she guessed and she looked away from him, shifting just slightly as her paws trembled a bit. Calm down, everything was going to be alright and she clenched her jaws just a bit to try and keep herself from laying down upon the ground. If she broke now there would be no going back and crying was the least of her worries.

//it's alright!

An intruder, a creature she would have easily taken care of in her dragon body but she had no way of doing that now. That form was lost to her so long as her necklace was gone and so she didn't move from her position, watching from the back in a thick black cloak that concealed her form from the viewing of others. She pressed a paw hard against the ground before she sat down then, eyes intensely upon the intruding dinosaur but not in any way challenging. They were distant and uninvolved as she looked away slowly and to other Westerosi members. They could handle this for she would not move to try and help, it wasn't her place.

"Thank you..." The monotonous voice pulled from from the scarred muzzle that was the only thing visible from the cloaked female. She breathed out a ragged breath of tension as she made her way over, hoping this interaction would be short and sweet. There was no true reason to linger and she had accepted the invitation as much as she possibly could with teh thank you but maybe she should say more to let them know. Slowly she sat down, legs trembling just a bit but not from any type of exertion that was known. She simply bowed her head, swallowing against the slave's collar that was wrapped tightly around her throat. "Westeros w-will..attend."

They were speaking about Ximen, the drunken fool that had come forth and spoken to them about what was happening with the Blackheart Rouge leader, Fourthwall, and this child like warlord. She couldn't speak her mind. At least not as she was and the female just moved forward to stand behind the group of animals as they talked. Her own thoughts of what was going on was revolting and Varick was right it wasn't about the age alone, it was the image the body held. The grown male was attracted to a child's body and that was sickening by itself. She breathed out a low sigh before shaking her head, trapping her thoughts before they left her muzzle. Whatever happened with Bloodclan and that Rogue group was up to her father and that was primarily that. She tilted her hidden cranium as she looked at the child before shrugging her shoulders a bit, not deciding to speak up. Her shoulders hunched a bit, ears pulled back and head lowered. She'd just listen and keep the shadows. Westeros was fine and prospering just as well as far as she knew it to be.

She remembered her as well. From the raid. The Raid. The one that didn't matter and the ones that would follow after that didn't matter as well. An endless cycle on repeat that would prove to yield nothing in the end. It was tiring just thinking about it even now but her expression remained the same, her torn ear pulled forward underneath the cloak to listen to what the female spoke of. Her chest tightened, a convulsion that made her claws dig into the ground. Pain. It hurt but she bared through it as she allowed a small and tired frown to pull along the edges of her muzzle. "I'm....I'm sorry. I had thought..m-maybe someone might have it and came...." Her words stopped short and she turned her head away, looking down at the ground before she rolled her shoulders. It wasn't here then and she had wasted more time. More time for her to regress and she didn't want that. Her jaw trembled then before she just gave a small shake of her head. "Nevermind...you don't want to hear excuses. I'm sorry for taking up time." Was she sorry, truly sorry? It was a possibility that she was and she lifted her head up to peer at them from underneath her hood. Sure, they had been enemies of her's but like this she was lower, much lower than the ground they walked on. "Yes, it was...a gift. It's important to me for many reasons. But I-I suppose I should go..."

New form, new form... The thought bounced around in her had causing her claws to dig deeply into the ground in anguish she didn't even know she had. The idea alone of this being a new form was vile and disgusting and she almost shook her head. Teeth were bared for just a moment, ears pulled back underneath the hood of her cloak before she forced it back, forced it all back. Shaking just slightly she took a step back and stared toward Caspian though she doubted he could see the pained and almost wild look in her gaze before she just shook her head almost violently. No, no he couldn't know who she was and without a word she turned and left the scene since business was done with.

She came forward for some reason with a bowed head and a feeling of being unnecessary. Her eyes flicked up merely from underneath the hood of her cloak to take in the Sunclan leader that had come here. He wouldn't recognize her considering she had abandoned Sunclan long ago and especially not in this body that she was in now. Her jaw trembled at the pride she had lost, the power and she sat down slowly, paws pressed hard against the stone beneath her paws. Now she was nothing and wouldn't be anything. There was no Crown Princess here and she doubted that her father would let such a monstrosity keep a title such as that. So she lingered in the background, to listen and see what they were going to say. It would most likely be political business and she craned her head to the side a bit, eyes focused mostly on the back of her father.

"Thank you..." It was all she could say as she had not expected the help from the Cartel. They seemed more prone to looking after their own and their members. It was a shock but she kept herself calm because if she allowed herself one moment of a break things might turn a different way. Her head lifted up slightly but just barely as she nodded her head in gratitude for the warm farewell that was until another came forth. His image one she remembered but had not seen in a very long time. She blinked once underneath her cloak's hood as she studied him. His actions and his mannerisms, as if he knew something but that was not possible. This form had never been seen in Westeros before, no one had even graced it with their eyes so all they knew was that it was possibly canine in origin from the muzzle that they could see. Truthfully she had left this retched form in Essos a long time ago when power was given to her to escape her personal hell. To take the power that belonged to her but now she was in it again, her dreams stolen from her. She gritted her teeth before she looked away, debating on a response. No crumbling now and she merely shook her head at his last question, if he had seen her before. She doubted it. "It's...unlikely." Two simple words before she took in a small breath and rose up to her paws, her height daunting but her body language submissive, it was time to go. "The offer is...much appreciated but if it isn't here I need to keep looking. If someone has it it could be a-anywhere..." Speaking too much, speaking too much, slaves didn't speak.

She roamed the streets of King's Landing, hanging in the slums with the filth, the poor. Her eyes never lifted up from where she walked so she often bumped into other denizens, muttering subconscious apologizes that didn't much matter and were second handed. Her eyes were far away and distant worrying about whose filthy paws were holding her necklace right now. Her power. She felt ill, sickened as she shifted herself, making sure that none of her body was showing from beneath the cloak she word that covered her face. Sometimes other people would try to talk to her, and sometimes she would listen half heartedly to their problems but she was always consumed with her own. But it didn't take long for her to leave the poor part of King's Landing, entering the wealthy district whose people gave her disgusted and wary looks. As they should. The collar of a slave was visible through the ruffles of her throat and it pressed against her neck like a noose, always reminding her of her place as she approached the Red Keep. Why was she going there? She wanted to be alone and being among either of the people bothered her greatly. But guards stopped her and she gritted her teeth harshly, a rolling growl leaving her throat. Not the best move and when they got rough she felt herself bowing down submissively.

TSUBODAI

So the strange creature was going to be staying here from now on. She didn't see any reason to come forward and speak welcoming words. The Crown Princess was more withdrawn into herself, watching from the shadows underneath the cloak that covered her body. She breathed in a soft breath of pain as she watched them, being cheerful and loving toward their family. She never really knew this. Perhaps maybe from her mother once but it was so fleeting she doesn't even recall her loving touches. The cloaked female merely shook her head before she turned away and left the scene giving her best regards from within her mind only.

Tasks seemed like the best thing for her. Slaves did work, hard labor that nobles felt was too beneath them to do. So the cloaked female slowly made her way forward toward the scene, eyes solely looking at her paws. Hopefully she would be given a hard task so that way she could prove herself and not be given away. No, wait...wait. They wouldn't give her away she was the Crown Princess and her brow furrowed a bit in confusion before she breathed out a harsh breath. "I need a task."

She had eyes and ears in a lot of places and what happened in the Bloodclan meeting had been interesting but it wasn't her place to say anything. No, not at all really. She could have told her father but what point would that make and she didn't much are for Colouredclan so maybe she would think again about speaking about it. Still, she came forward underneath her cloak as usual, keeping her distance but watching as she wanted to. Her body slowly sat down, legs trembling a bit as she breathed out a ragged breath, feeling the scarred flesh pull against her muzzle. Shaking herself a bit to attempt to calm herself as she waited to see if there was any worthwhile news that was going on from Colouredclan, besides the disrespect they had already presented.

trackking

She cared not for who was the new Warden of the West, although she liked the fact that Josephine was in her proper place now. Power beseeches power and if she understood this and used it to her advantage then maybe she would be able to get out from underneath Varick's thumb. This also put in perspective of the fact that she needed to pick a new Warden of the East but there were hardly any Targaryens left in Westeors but a save a couple and they already held positions of power here. Shaking her head a bit at how most of them had vanished without trying she settled back against the ground, merely giving a low nod of her head at the succession of power. It was interesting that much was positive.

She'd been resting just along the docks of King's Landing, watching as the ships and boats came and went about their business. Some carrying grains, some fish, some even weapons. Before she never much paid attention to the day to day workings of the laboring citizens but today was different. She watched and took in their tired faces as they lugged about crates of different items, wiping off sweat from their brows. A part of her was sorry for them while the other part told her she should be helping. There was a smaller part in her, the smallest now that she was in this form that told her she was a Targaryen, that she was power and fire and death. She did not do this kind of labor anymore but it was such a small voice now that she ignored it. Her body was still cloaked, form buried beneath bundles of thick black cloth and she looked at her paws that peeked out from underneath. A shining of a golden band was visible and she lifted a paw to pull it off from around her ankle. The accenting rubies gleamed in the light and she felt a tight frown pull at her muzzle. Lucerys. She hadn't' seen him nor talked to him since she changed. What would he think of her now? She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't even noticed one of the large fishing tigers giving her and odd look and when she looked up he was coming over to her with a friend. "What you got there? Looks a bit too fancy for the likes of you." Her ears pulled back underneath her hood scarred muzzle tightening up as she attempted to put it away back where it belonged but his friend pressed down hard on her paw and she dropped it. The gold of the band jingling in her ears as it rolled for a moment and the tiger picked it up. "Wait a minute. I know what this is! It's that royal engagement gift that was given to the Crown Princess. Ya know that exotic lookin' woman. She must have stole it!" A protest rose to the cloaked woman's lips but it died almost instantly as the friend slapped her right across the face, the pain blossoming up like red fire. But it made her bare her teeth sharply at him though she didn't move from her position, head slightly turned to the side. Slaves didn't fight back. But I'm not a slave! I'm Crown Princess Alfeynnah! Tch, not in that body you aren't. Just look at you. Her thoughts fought with one another as the two males talked amongst themselves before they looked back at her. The friend grinned, a thin lion who moved toward her. "What else do you have underneath that cloak."

Before she could protest, a scream that died in her throat he quickly grabbed her and started pulling at her cloak. The motion itself made her sick, not because of any perversion but because they were going to see her. See her disgusting body that was unfit to allow the sunlight to warm it's jaggedly furred. Her claws flailed viciously and she felt them sink into the lion's body before the tiger came in and knocked her down and the cloak flew off her form sunlight beaming down and making her close her eyes. She could feel the warmth on her scarred form and she felt a sob run through her throat. The gasps from the two men made her curl up into herself. "Look at that, she looks like she's seen some shit days. No wonder she was hidin'. Let's get out of here." They both took off back to their boats to finish what they were doing, the tiger having kept her golden band. She scrapped her claws against the stone forcing her way up and she attempted to move toward them. They couldn't have that, it was her's, Her cloak was forgotten for the time being but she was conscious of the way she looked, severely conscious.

Ambassador? Yes...yes that was her and the cloaked female slowly made her way there. Her paws tapped against the stone as she walked with head low and she had some interesting news, very interesting news. Both of which included Bloodclan. She had eyes in many places and she was intrigued by what was currently going on and what he ears heard. When she got to the meeting her eyes flicked up to Lucerys but just briefly before she looked away, face shrouded in darkness. A seat she did take but much further away, body relaxed but hunched.

She moved forward cautiously and stood upon the fringes of the gathered animals. Her eyes were upon the form of her father a slow smoldering resentment starting to take shape within her form. Taking a deep breath the female sat down, cloaked body nestled in shadows as she laid her head upon her paws. The first announcements were the usual congrates and for the sake of most things events. She had to help with the Targaryen house tour and she just gave an small nod, one that was barely noticeable.

Did she receive a invitation? It was a possibility since she was roaming about the Eyrie and keeping herself away from civilization. But her murmuring birds always let her know what was going on and why. Her father had carried forth to call a meeting of those of ranking and even in this form she understood she needed to go and be presentable. Shaking her head a bit she moved forward, taking the long journey from the east and to King's landing. Without wings it was certainly a trip and she mused over that idea by itself before she focused on the task at hand. Quickly she moved and was upon the meeting in no time, arriving quietly and she settled near the group, keeping her head bowed down.

Just feeling someone leaning up against her made her flinch and step away. He shouldn't touch her, not this thing that she was. It was unfitting for someone of high blood to do such a thing and she merely looked away before she realized that he could see her. All the scars, the beatings, the claw marks, the bites. She sucked in a harsh breath and turned, looking around wildly for her cloak to cover her body. They were reminders of what she had gone through, detrimental reminders and she didn't want others to know or to figure out what had possibly happened. So she quickly sought out her cloak and she when she spotted it she grabbed at it, hastily putting it on and wrapping herself up in the protective darkness that it brought with it. Shaking as she was now she merely looked at Caspian although he was interrupted by her sister, someone else who wouldn't recognize her in this body. But she'd come and stood up for her. Still it was too late and the men were getting away, faster and faster on the open ocean. "It's....my wedding band..." She finally spoke up, voice a trembling but airy lightness. She slowly settled back on her haunches as she watched the boat drift off. "It's gold...accented with rubies.."

"Shiremun, I'm to help with the tour..." She spoke in a small voice as she came up behind the male. Her body was aching a bit, her face especially after the run in with those fishermen but she kept that to herself. Standing there she looked at the male although she didn't say anything about the similarities she saw in his face. No she merely gave a nod since she was supposed to help him with the tour as a weekly tasks thing given to her by Varick. Slowly the cloaked woman settled down on her haunches, wincing a bit as she struggled to relax herself.