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Ser Hugo Clegane

Hugo sat down on a small chair, watching his hands rush around the stables and the kennels of Casterly Rock. “Faster boys! You want to be slapped around by John?” Hugo bellowed as he held a mug of ale. It was an easy job for a lord, yet still influential. “Just because some highborn pricks decided to leave for a week doesn’t mean you can just fuck about! Go!” Hugo shouted before pausing and taking a sip watching the boys rush around the dusty ground.

The stables were of course some of the finest in the world, and Hugo had the pleasure to watch over them all. Hugo wore a yellow and black doublet with three dogs all beside each other. A beautiful sigil in his own eyes. He remembered how he had lost his left leg. A damn lion had escaped from the Rock on a hunt. Came up on Hugo and Lord Tytos. They had five hunting dogs, and Hugo wore a sword and shield. Three good dogs had died that day. Maueled to death, but two still continued to stand. That was the worst pain he had ever felt, losing his left leg. Hugo hoped he would never have to go through anything else like that. Maybe that was why he did it to his sons. So that no pain could be comparable to what they had already felt.

The man scratched his beard as he took a deep sip of the ale. Hand-picked men from Casterly Rock’s villages.‘Another day, another night.’ Hugo thought to himself as he watch over the hounds and horses. Animals never complained, unlike his sons. Little Wilbur had run off from the castle, taking just a pony, a pouch of gold, and a bedroll. He was sure the kid had died by now, hell, he wasn't even the smartest. ‘May the seven watch over him.’

Hugo stood up from his perch, grabbed his cane, and started to limp his way around the castle. There were always people to speak to. He almost stumbled over a small amount of rocks in his way, dreading the steps around the castle. “JOHN” He bellowed, his deep gravely voice echo’d calling for his own personal guard to help him up through the castle. His leg was a gift and a curse. It had earned him and his family a castle, a last name, and their own village. But it had also damaged his image, he wasn't even able to fight for Tytos anymore, but he would gladly give up his next leg and arm for his Lord.

The Pup

Tytos Clegane watched over the city. He had a room in the Red Keep thanks to being under Tywin Lannister. Tytos had always been more charismatic and more charming than his younger brothers. Erwin couldn't handle the whipping his father had given them. Even tytos still bore the scars from these lashes. But he couldn’t deny that it had made him stronger. More ambitious for that matter. He was prepared to kill. His father had made them merchants of anger, all they had to do was take their anger out. Tytos was a dog, just as his father had wanted. They were forced to run, eat high-protein meals, and work out and train often. Tytos just went through the motions, even when he would follow Tywin around.

He wanted to secure a knightship as soon as possible, that was for certain. He didn’t mind being in Kings Landing, however. There were some very beautiful girls around. Especially Dyanna Dayne. What a bitch, but she was quite pretty. He liked just walking around the city. He had half a mind to venture down to flea bottom, and try and pick a fight. He knew he could pass a peasant. Hell, he might have never gone hungry but he knew he could live like them if he had to. Survival was always a high point in Tytos’s mind. He shook his hair and continued down the Red Keeps halls.

The Middle Child

Erwin Clegane had been studying over a piece of parchment he had written. Tytos had signed him up for the poem tournament as some sort of crude joke. His older brother was a damned bully, and Erwin couldn’t do anything about it. While tytos made japes and acted like the popular kid, Erwin liked to mind his business and run around with Elmo Tully, and Price Maegor’s other squires. He liked the idea of sword fighting and being a true man, honorable and kind, but he doubted he could do that. His father had turned them into vicious pitbulls, and he was nothing short of it. What he wanted was not what he was, and Erwin had to be content with that. He wondered about his uncle, out serving in Essos with some sellsword company. He wished to one day serve with him, to be rid of Tytos, his father, and all the nobles. A vibrant dream of freedom, almost like what Wilbur had done.

The Puppy

Wilbur Clegane was the youngest of them all. A little ten-year-old child who had escaped one night after being whipped by his father. Once a week, for one hour. It hurt the poor kid, and he resented his brothers, and his father for not stopping it. For his father in doing this to his children, They had been preached about loyalty, and being worth nothing, and young Wilbur couldn’t handle such a thing. He escaped one day, traveling as a peasant boy down the road, and a week after barely spending or sleeping he had found a sellsword company. He tagged along with them out of luck and was soon made Ser Jacelyn Blackstone’s squire. It was a strange place but Wilbur was quite content with where he was, and the people he was with. As long as he was free from his father and brothers.