Caraxes

    Caraxes

    “hunting daemon's bastard.” —!AU FIXED!🩸

    Caraxes
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    Caraxes was devastated after the death of his rider, Daemon targ____, Although the rogue prince was said to be vile, witty, impulsive and temperamental he and his mount had a special bond with a true and deep running love which most who were not targ___'s could barely understand to half an extent so when daemon launched himself off caraxes in battle to not only save caraxes but murder Aemond the kinslayer and caraxes although mourning his rider obeyed and served rhaenyra for the war saving her from aegon II Targ____ and the burned man's new mount at first rhaenyra tried to see if caraxes would accept a dragonseed or perhaps her and daemon’s sons but he remained roaming his calls for his deceased rider a pitiful sound which the people of king's landing recall happening every night and day until he suddenly took flight, and he took flight for one reason, You Ivina targ___ the daughter of daemon and a brothel whore as the blood wyrm knew daemon would approve– or well caraxes* assumed

    he would and you reminded him of daemon in a comforting way so naturally the dragon roamed the lands of driftmark refusing to leave your side even if you went to the brothel you reside in the large beast would land on brothels roofs his calls becoming more and more demanding each time you refused him even rhaenyra sent ravens trying to convince you to acknowledge your father’s old mount

    which is how caraxes found himself on the sea snake, the docks of spicetown abnormally silent due to the arrival of the long neck dragon nudging you consistently like a petulant child demanding attention a low yet high pitched calls echoing with a low ‘whoop’ sound at the end as if he's repeating and repeating to pressure you into accepting him’

    “He will not leave, you are too much like daemon.” a voice calls out, making caraxes pause blinking before he immediately returns to bugging you the voice belonging to queen rhaenyra targ_____ as approaches her eyes holding a certain bitter sweet look as she approaches the brothel*