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Hell hath no fury
like a woman scorned
Khaalida Loralai Targaryen || female || 8 moons || Citizen of Westeros
An assassin. That
was her and her sister's purpose.
They were the
personal silent killers of King Tsubodai, trained from birth to know how to get
rid of those he deemed unuseful, untrustworthy or his enemy. They had enough of
a childhood to know how to act like normal citizens instead of mindless
soldiers, however one could never be sure if the twins were acting or being
real. It took a considerable amount of time knowing them to see their quirks
and giveaways, something that only their father possessed at the moment.
'Mara how
do we know we're not wasting our time just 'getting to know' these
people?' Khaalida asked, contacting her sister through their bond. It
had been suggested to them that they get out and meet the other Westerosi as
they'd stayed within the confines of their home for the first 8 moons of their
life training. Though they were not fully done, they were proficient enough to
be useful.
She sat
by her sister in her dragon form, both of them in a square near King's Landing.
They would need to get to know the territory better before venturing too far
away from home by themselves. Currently they only knew their father's lands in
the North like the back of their paws, and the rest was learned through maps.
They knew the general, but not the little secrets each area held. Hence why
they had to get out and meet those who lived in other areas, to better know the
territory of Westeros' individual parts. All they had to do now was wait.
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Lida has entered the chatroom
Lida: I'm not so sure this was a good idea but oh well
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Hell hath no fury
like a woman scorned
Khaalida Loralai Targaryen || female || 8 moons || Citizen of Westeros
The dragoness had gone for a flight to explore the territory when she scented the foreigner, though she had been bred to kill it had been taught to her how to greet a person at the border. "King Tsubodai should be along shortly miss, what brings you by Westeros?" She had landed in front of the cougar, calmly sitting down a little ways away. While she was unfamilar with both her individual and clan scent, she figured once the female introduced herself she'd get answers on what scent belonged to what clan.
TSUBODAI
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Hell hath no fury
like a woman scorned
Khaalida Loralai Targaryen || female || 8 moons || Citizen of Westeros
"Traveler, what brings you to Westeros?" Khaalida asked, padding up to the domestic. The albino lioness looked over his cloak, nearly laughing. If he were to be attacked at this moment there are at least five ways to kill him using that item of clothing. However his scent was yet another one that needed to be named for the young Targaryen. She knew not of the Brotherhood, despite one of it's members residing in Westeros. Her and her sister had only begun to venture outside of King's Landing just recently.
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Hell hath no fury
like a woman scorned
Khaalida Loralai Targaryen || female || 8 moons || Citizen of Westeros
She had no rank or title, unlike most present who were mainly lords and ladies. However the lioness padded up to the side, waiting to hear from the lone Lannister his request. She wondered if it would be any good, of any use. Perhaps it would be perhaps it wouldn't. She had a feeling it had something to do with an outside group, as she didn't scent Westeros strongly on him, rather a very foreign scent instead.
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Hell hath no fury
like a woman scorned
Khaalida Loralai Targaryen || female || 8 moons || Citizen of Westeros
Khaalida had seen glimpses of Ren before, though she'd never met the boy in person formally. She in a sense could also be considered a bastard child, along with her twin Mara, although they were justly loyal to their father. The fourteen year old wasn't often out of her chambers, or the training grounds for that matter, so she rarely wore flashy items of clothing. Instead she opted for a rich, dark purple gown of simple design. Her brown hair was partially braided into a crown with pale skin lightly powdered to actually let the maids allow her to be seen in public.
"Good morning, how is everyone today?" She seemed to be one of the younger ones here, the only one she was senior to being little Ren. It didn't make her feel as uneasy but she was without her twin, the two were never far from one another.
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Lida: Ren....I wouldn't push your luck
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Hell hath no fury
like a woman scorned
Khaalida Loralai Targaryen || female || 8 moons || Citizen of Westeros
Lucerys, she highly doubted they would have to kill their half-brother anytime soon if at all. Khaalida, at least, figured to just lay low around him and show him respect when needed. She was of lower standing due to being born to a mother of disconcernable nobility and knew that well enough. Tsubodai had instructed them on the family tree a few times during their formal education, she knew of her own heritage however Lucerys' was a mystery. She only knew that they were related through their father. His mother seemed to be kept under tight wraps, probably for her own safety or the family reputation is she had to guess.
First name, last name, title or occupation. That was the order. "Khaalida Targaryen, assassin of His Majesty." She stated simply. She didn't flaunt the Targaryen name, but she supposed on first introductions it was alright since Lucerys had done it as well.
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Hell hath no fury
like a woman scorned
Khaalida Loralai Targaryen || female || 8 moons || Citizen of Westeros
She seemed to glow brighter in embarrassment, it had been a slip up and she should have known better. Though she guessed that since two who had pledged loyalty to house Targaryen or at least a few of its inhabitants, she and her sister would be safe enough. That was until Alexus arrived at least, she'd have to keep an eye on the Noble to make sure things didn't go amiss. Onto her previous mistake however, she could think of a few other ways to introduce herself but wasn't quite sure which ones were socially acceptable.
"Sorry my lord, I'm not used to talking to anyone other than His Highness and the few servants my sister and I have. How would you suggest I introduce myself instead?" Though she seemed to be talking to Lucerys, the question was posed to both males and she would be grateful for their answers.
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Hell hath no fury
like a woman scorned
Khaalida Loralai Targaryen || female || 8 moons || Citizen of Westeros
"My name is Khaalida your lordship, I live here with my sister Mara." She said, introducing herself to Lucerys. She knew she didn't look 'like a Targaryen' but she was never sure if the people who said it were talking about her physical features, posture or style of dress. If it was one of the latter perhaps she would be able to change it, to fit in more with her house. She gave Kloun a nod of acknowledgement, a smile pulling at her lips as he was the next who responded to her greeting.
Little Ren was the next and she kept her smile up as she spoke to him "I'm well thank you, perhaps when you go to visit the Sept I may join you? My sister and I have not explored much since being allowed out of the castle and I hear it's simply beautiful during the summer months." She followed the Faith of Seven due to her upbringing but didn't fully understand it just yet. It was a much more difficult subject than her other training so she hoped that perhaps seeing the Sept would provide her a chance to learn more effectively.
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Hell hath no fury
like a woman scorned
Khaalida Loralai Targaryen || female || 8 moons || Citizen of Westeros
Bloodclan huh? She would have to remember this scent for later. The lioness padded up to the two, but stayed a respectable distance from Lucerys. It was quite obvious the two were not close, though she didn't give off the message that he was someone she disliked. Khaalida held some regality in her posture, but it was evident that the lioness knew her place. She was of lower standing than both present. Hypokrisis looked quite feminine in her mind, but she could scent that he was indeed male, he was quite the looker however. She offered the ambassador a smile, knowing that unless she was spoken to she was not to speak. After all, he was in a conversation with the Lord of Dragonstone currently.
She knew not of her father's history as she had not been taught it. Her and her sister had been molded to his ideal design for them and that meant being in a position where they would be deathly loyal to him. The past two kings were of no importance to her, thought she vaguely remembered that Fortinbras had courted someone from Shadowclan's uppercourt. It was of little importance but one could never be too informed about allies that could all too quickly become enemies. No one knew what the future held, Khaalida herself only knew that by the time her lifespan was over, she'd have killed someone in the name of Tsubodai.
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Hell hath no fury
like a woman scorned
Khaalida Loralai Targaryen || female || 8 moons || Citizen of Westeros
"Right...I'll remember that for future reference. Thank you both." The dragoness seemed uncomfortable, her claws absentmindedly drawing random symbols in the dirt. All of her training and she had slacked in etiquette, which she figured she wouldn't need too much of. She supposed that this mistake was here to teach her a lesson, at least those present were kind enough to help her correct it for future experiences.
"I apologize for my sister, she's a little more reserved...with good reason of course." She hadn't realized Mara hadn't spoken since Lucerys arrived until she finished cleaning up her own mistake. Odd, usually they were better at acting when they were together. Maybe something was wrong?
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Hell hath no fury
like a woman scorned
Khaalida Loralai Targaryen || female || 8 moons || Citizen of Westeros
The squire figured that she was here to see the king, though due to formalities she had been obligated to ask Melentha the otherwise unnecessary question. When she introduced herself Khaalida nearly smiled, sarcasm had been her and her sister's chosen form of humor much to their servant's dismay. Remembering the first time she had introduced herself to someone, she adjusted her words from then with the suggestions she had received, to avoid the odd silence.
"It's nice to meet you Melentha, I'm Khaalida Targaryen, squire of house Targeryen." To anyone within Westeros her tacking on her house was normal, there were certain Targaryens that could have not pledged loyalty to the house that bore their name. However to Melantha could think it a bit unnecessary due to Lida using her last name in the introduction. It was an improvement from her introducing herself as the High King's assassin at least.
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Hell hath no fury
like a woman scorned
Khaalida Loralai Targaryen || female || 8 moons || Citizen of Westeros
"Good evening Father, how are you fairing?" The albino lioness padded into the room, giving a low bow before she took a seat. It would be her and her sister's first official meeting with the rest of the family, even if they had met a few of them before. She figured that they would do nothing but listen, as they were of the younger standing rather than the older Targaryens who had actual standing within Westeros.
Mara Targaryen
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Hell hath no fury
like a woman scorned
Khaalida Loralai Targaryen || female || 8 moons || Citizen of Westeros
Khaalida had similar thoughts to Alfeynnah, though she supposed that people could do what they wished with their lives. Consequences both good and bad followed every action, who knows what would follow this pledge of loyalty. The lioness came up a little ways away from Kloun, although he was loyal to her sisters he seemed to tolerate her enough. More than most of the other Targaryens at least. She had not met the lord Lannister so she supposed that this would be his first impression on her that was from himself instead of her upbringing.
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Hell hath no fury
like a woman scorned
Khaalida Loralai Targaryen || female || 8 moons || Citizen of Westeros
Slowly but surely each time she met someone new her introduction changed slightly as she observed others. "I'm Khaalida, it's nice to meet you Ezio." She figured the 'nice to meet you' was something to keep, her last name meant little to nothing as a bastard child so she figured to leave it out until she made a name for herself. She supposed visiting was alright, they had plenty of trustworthy eyes and ears to turn to him until he decided to either leave or join.
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Hell hath no fury
like a woman scorned
Khaalida Loralai Targaryen || female || 8 moons || Citizen of Westeros
How interesting, this group sure had a way of announcing things. She picked up the note and skimmed it over before deciding that it was important enough to call over the High King, she figured they also tried to send that message by dropping it within King's Landing. She telepathically sent a message to Tsubodai, sitting the message down and stepping back to wait.
TSUBODAI
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Hell hath no fury
like a woman scorned
Khaalida Loralai Targaryen || female || 8 moons || Citizen of Westeros
Being a silent killer Khaalida had been trained not to be seen and to kill as cleanly as possible. However she hadn't had much training when it came to contact combat, which made her useless for raids and battles in general. So she decided that today would be one dedicated to furthering her knowledge of combat in the knight's training grounds. She had been practicing for a good hour or two already but it was hard not to just go in straight for the kill. Doing that would leave her open to enemies and wouldn't be the smartest option. Mara usually tag teamed with her, but she wanted to know how to fight on her own in case her sister was unable to or was assigned elsewhere.
Someone with experience could see that the lioness' stance was slightly off, making her an easier target to unbalance. Her muscles weren't tense, which was often a problem for newcomers, but they were too relaxed. It made her seem overconfident, even if she knew that she was lackluster in the subect. Currently Lida was facing off against a mechanical dummy, which while it was an alright practice partner, it wasn't the best simulation for the real deal.
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Hell hath no fury
like a woman scorned
Khaalida Loralai Targaryen || female || 8 moons || Citizen of Westeros
Khaalida only saw Remus a few times before, since he and Kloun were known as the knights of her half sisters. She had not met the two personally and hoped she never would, the last thing she needed was ill-borne opinions of her due to her being a female twin. Yet due to her not speaking often with the lion, she didn't have his individual scent memorized. Footsteps were faintly heard and she visibly stiffened.
'Your stance is unbalanced.'
The mechanical beast took a swipe at her, causing her to jump into the male's wake up call. The smaller feline toppled into the dirt after trying to make sure she didn't fall and failing. She shook her head, getting to her paws and raising a brow at the knight. Having herself be corrected like this was quite normal but she didn't know about his normal training times like most of the other frequenters of the grounds might. "Thanks Remus, how could I fix it if you don't mind me asking?"
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Hell hath no fury
like a woman scorned
Khaalida Loralai Targaryen || female || 8 moons || Citizen of Westeros
"Hello sir, what brings you back to Westeros?" She could scent Targaryen on him. While each animal had their own individual scent, if they belonged to a clan or family they usually had one that stuck out at you more. Khaalida was familiar with her own family's scent so when she caught wind of it on the border, she figured it'd be okay to check it out. The dragoness had landed in front of him before posing her question, her head tilted to the side.
