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 Sleep π± (#44085) View Forum Posts  Posted on 2021-10-15 23:18:28 |
The Silver Throne The Silver Isle has always been ruled over by sovereign kings and queens. It has a history of being a prosperous realm. It was once a major trading hub for other isles, and even imported and exported to territories on the mainland. A friendly port to all, travelers would come and go and the docks always seemed to be full of fresh, excited faces. That is, until the current king's rule spelled what seems to be disaster for the once thriving island. Over the past eight years, King Barnabas has taken a greedy hold over the kingdom's exports, causing many of the land's previous allies to turn into opponents. The strong taxes he imposed on his own townspeople have all but driven them into poverty, and a rumor has it thatΒ the king is dabbling in dealings with dark magic. Suddenly, with his ailing health, and the kingdom's equally as barren land, it is apparent that a curse has been cast over not only the king and his court, but the entire territory belonging to the Silver throne. Setting music. Worried hearsay began to spread like a plague, and the dogs living within the king's realm began to wake up with fear in their hearts. It is said that a vengeful witch has cursed the land with a powerful hex. Word spread that the only way to lift the curse was for the true heir to retake the kingdom for their own. However, the task may not be as straightforward as it seems. King Barnabas has a strong hold over his throne, and refuses to give it up to just any dog. Just as well, due to his disloyalty to Her Highness, the Princess Consort, he has children spanning far and wide within the confines of the isle. Now called to join the royal court, these heirs and heiresses from all walks of life must now compete for the king's favor, or remain the last one standing in this bloody battle for the throne. Who exactly is the true heir? Will peace ever truly be reestablished within the Silver Isle? It is a mystery indeed. Perhaps the land will fall into ruin under the curse long before the dispute is settled, or maybe strange allegiances will be established between the dogs of the kingdom that twist the destiny of these royal canines forever. How this story unfolds is in the unpredictable hands of time and fate. ββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ Current Date: January 8th, 620 A.D. Current Season: Late winter - early spring. The most prosperous season, at least for the farmers and flowers growing across the kingdom. Mild days, semi-chilly nights. Perfect for huddling around a camp fire and enjoying the fruits (literally) of the season. Current major event(s): The Royal Banquet. Letters have been sent all across the kingdom, to all sorts of canines, be they noble or humble in heritage. A great banquet is to be held in the king's honor, to welcome his sons and daughters to the castle. Prepare to stuff yourself on the sweetest of food, sip the finest ale, and dance until your paws are sore to the touch. Other: Two weeks after each day in the rp there will be a small time skip to night so that the characters can resolve interactions and prepare for the next day in the rp. 1 day in rp = 2 weeks or less irl. ββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ Character SheetsView and Post Character Sheets 0 players like this post! Like? Edited on 06/11/21 @ 16:41:11 by Sleep π± (#44085) |
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yoWAi mO (#238465)
Prince of the Savannah View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-23 22:44:59 |
Ambrosia | Princess | Castle - Princess' quarters/Banquet hall | Mentions: Persephone, Ashlyn [directly] βO-oh. Thanks- I- Iβd be honoured to, Your Majesties. But wonβt the nobles or whatever like... look down on me or something?β Ambrosia's head tilted. Of course nobles tended to view other folk as inferior, but why would they do so if somebody of royal blood had personally invited said folk to speak with them? She didn't quite get it. "Oh please, enough of that nonesense, talking down on yourself around others is bound to draw everyone away from you. If lowborns weren't supposed to be mingling with royalty, this would've been a closed banquet. Relax, take a look around, everyone seems to be having fun, why don't you let yourself too? It's not like you're the centre of attention anyway." She nodded in agreement with her sister. She was entirely right, though if it had been her, she may have worded it differently. Either way, what she said made sense. She let Persephone finish before she spoke as well. "Why don't you tell me your name, dear? I would be delighted to make your acquaintance." She'd barely ended her sentence before her head turned to a brand new voice approaching them. βWell, greetings, sisters. What... interesting company youβve chosen.β She dipped her head to the fellow collie. Another one, so soon? Ah, this makes my head hurt. "Ah! Helios, the life of the party. So glad to see you here, my dearest sister." Helios. Alright then. "Hm. Hello, Helios. I am Ambrosia." Was all she said before returning her attention to the lanky wolf. "Terribly sorry. Before you were interrupted, I believe you were going to tell me your name, no?" Her tone was softer now, as if to gently ease the bony creature into being a little bit more comfortable. Roland | Traveler | Castle - Banquet Hall | Mentions: Rye, Resone [directly] Ezio [indirectly] "Was it that obvious? I'm not waiting for anyone, it would be my pleasure to speak with you." Roland allowed himself to smirk at this. "A little bit. However, it wasn't painfully so. No need to worry about it." He threw on the last part haphazardly, refusing to let it seem as if he didn't care. That was no way to make a good impression. "I was feeling a bit out place, to be honest. So- Thank you." An ear twitched carefully as he considered how to respond this, though it didn't take him long. "That isn't necessarily a bad thing. You stood out to me, at least." His gaze followed the flowers weaved delicately into the other dog's fur. "There are too many nobles here. They either act sickly sweet, or with too much disdain. That's why you stood out to me- I knew you wouldn't behave in such a way." He'd looked away in this time, blue eyes pointedly landing on surrounding dukes and barons. "Your highness, Roland. It's a pleasure to meet you." Roland's attention snapped onto the sighthound approaching them and grimaced. He hadn't been addressed in such a way since the beginning of his third year. He was already regretting wearing his crown to the event. He glared after Ezio as he bowed once more and dismissed himself, letting an annoyed huff slip through his maw. Damned hound. "Roland, is it? My apologies, I'm not well versed in noble canines. If I've been rude-" He sighed, stopping the golden-furred dog quickly. "Roland Red. Prince of the Avestrian Empire, or whatever. You needn't worry, you haven't done anything wrong." He paused to focus on the other once more. "I'd prefer that you treat me like an equal. I might be wearing a crown, but I am nothing more than a dog." "Good morning sirs, you are both looking as fine as any other in here if I may say so." Gods, this was starting to get annoying. He studied the stranger for a moment, forcing his expression so stay- rather convincingly so- calm and collected. He made his voice follow suit, to stay consistent. "Greetings, sir. I hope you have enjoyed your time at the banquet, thus far.." Hagrid | Townsfolk | Town/Castle - Banquet Hall | Mentions: SigrΓΊn, Marcel, BrΓ€nn [indirectly] Hagrid was rushing towards the castle as quickly as he could, fox fur coat billowing roughly in the wind with every bound. He'd been forced to close up shop later than expected, due to an angry traveler doing some last-minute shopping for a comfortable shawl. He'd been waiting for them to pick one for about twenty minutes before they finally chose, then he had to spend another thirty tailoring it so that it could fit the puny dog. When starting his business, he hadn't considered that tiny dogs such as that particular customer would buy heavy furs like those that he sold. Lesson learned. Supply clothing in more varying sizes! The huge mass of fluff finally reached the castle gates, skidding to a stop so that the guards could make sure he carried no weapons, then continuing forwards with a more toned down vigor. Now that he was inside of the castle, there was no need to plow over dogs just to reach the banquet hall. He'd get there eventually. Though, he did move quicker than many of the other later arrivals and had to weave in and out through the crowd carefully, so that he didn't accidentally squish somebody on his way. A few minutes later, he finally burst into the banquet hall. His nose was met with the welcoming smell of many foods and new dogs. His mouth watered as he glanced around. Food... His eyes landed on the nearest platter-laden table and he moved forwards, fluffy tail wagging high in the air behind him. He stopped before he could reach it. Wait. Shouldn't I look for my siblings, first? And BrΓ€nn! His bright eyes trailed across the room quickly. His look-over of the crowd was rough and inadequate, so when he came to the conclusion that they weren't in the hall, it was likely that he'd simply missed them. He turned around in a circle, trying again. He still couldn't see anybody. "Excuse me? Excuse me, has anybody here seen any dogs that go by the names of BrΓ€nn, Marcel, or SigrΓΊn? Oh- Oh, no? Okay..." He sat down promptly where he was, looking down at his paws. If he couldn't find them, he was sure they'd find him. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Sleep π± (#44085)
View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-24 00:40:37 |
Rye | Traveler | Location: Castle: Dining Hall. Mentions: Roland, Resone. "That isn't necessarily a bad thing. You stood out to me, at least. There are too many nobles here. They either act sickly sweet, or with too much disdain. That's why you stood out to me- I knew you wouldn't behave in such a way." His ears tipped forwards as the dog continued to speak, quietly enjoying their accent. Too sweet or too disdainful? His eyes scanned the crowded room, landing on each dog as they passed his vision. They all seemed perfect to Rye, though he admittedly had a history of holding even the worst characters on a pedestal. All dogs were outstanding in his mind. "Roland Red. Prince of the Avestrian Empire, or whatever. You needn't worry, you haven't done anything wrong. I'd prefer that you treat me like an equal. I might be wearing a crown, but I am nothing more than a dog." He returned his full attention to the Doberman once again, making note of the sigh in the dog's voice. It was apparent that Rye had said something wrong. Just the thing he hadn't wanted to happen. Hmm. Nothing to do about it now, I shouldn't dwell on it. He thought with a shake of his head, the smile never wavering from his face. His eyes closed once again as he opened his mouth to speak, "Nothing more than a dog? Dogs are quite magnificent in their own right. I find you quite dazzling, equal or not." He replied, his head tilting a bit to the side as he spoke. It was clear that he had no shame in what he had just said, the words spilling out without a moment of hesitation as if he were discussing something as simple as the weather. "Good morning sirs, you are both looking as fine as any other in here if I may say so." Yet another strange dog had wandered up to them. Rye stood up to bow in a slight greeting, his long fur now hanging low underneath his body. "It is a lovely morning, isn't it?" He replied, his tail wagging slightly behind him. "Greetings, sir. I hope you have enjoyed your time at the banquet, thus far.." Glancing up towards the noble dog at his side, he noted the smallest glint of annoyance in the prince's features. A soft puff of air escaped his nostrils, perhaps the quietest of laughs. Ah. Why am I laughing? What if he's uncomfortable- His scolded himself in his mind, subconsciously scooting closer to the gruff dog in an attempt to comfort them. Hildibrandr | Royal Guard | Location: Castle: Dining Hall. Mentions: Marcel, Hagrid (Directly.) SigrΓΊn (Indirectly.) "BrΓ€nn!" The shepherd swiveled on his heels as he heard his name, his tattered ears perking as Marcel ran towards him. "Marcelia!" He beamed back with the same enthusiasm, his tail wagging ever so slightly behind him. "When did you arrive? Have you seen your brother and sister?" He barked the questions out, a smile settling on his features. He had thought about asking the pup if their parents had come along as well, but he already knew the answer to that. Just as he had gotten a word in, a great mass of red fur darted past and disappeared into the crowd of dogs. Wait. That looks like- As the ball of fur poofed from sight he took a few steps forwards and barked into the crowd. "Hagrid! You're going to pass by without giving your brother so much as a glance?" His voice was laced with a fake scolding tone, though it boomed out as to drown out the chatter that surrounded them. He chuckled under his breath as he awaited an answer, for the younger dog to appear, or perhaps he would force BrΓ€nn to dive into the throng and track him down. He'd prefer not to have to resort to the latter. Elesbeth | Beggar | Location: Royal District. Mentions: Qiton, Open. Elesbeth had darted into the castle and grabbed a mouthful of the nearest drumstick. It was delectable to the beggar, paws-down the best thing she had ever put in her mouth. Well, seeing as how she had eaten raw rats in the past, it didn't have much competition. She didn't particularly trust that it wouldn't be snatched away from her, so she made a beeline to get away with it. In her haste she had all but ran face-first into a solid mass of dark-grey dog. Her precious leg of lamb fell from her teeth in the collision and she stood staring at it for a second as it plopped to the floor, visibly upset. "Awright! Watch where ye'r goin' ye pea-brained longlegs!" She all but shouted to the dog who hadn't quite turned to face her yet. Obviously, the run-in had been her fault. Even she knew that. Not that it mattered much to her. If they hadn't been standing in her way, the precious fairn wouldn't be sitting on the floor. Without a second of hesitation, she leaned down and grabbed the food back up in her mouth. It falling onto the ground seemed not to bother her in the slightest and she shook it aggressively at the stranger before stomping past. 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 24/10/21 @ 01:40:33 by Sleep π± (#44085) |
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Ellesmera (#236564)
Sapphic View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-24 07:03:22 |
Seth | Heir/Outlaw | Castle-Dining Hall | Mentions: Open Seth sashayed through the dining hall, a wine glass in jaw. He could feel the spiteful glances and the pointed whispers, all aimed at him. Murderer, Killer, Spiller of Blood they said. Which wasn't specifically true, yes he had killed, but no, it wasn't on purpose. The physicians refused to diagnose it, saying that Seth needed a Physician for the mind, which there were none at Silver Isle. If only the other dogs knew his story. He set down glass and took a sip before journeying over to a couch in the far corner. It was completely empty, and was likely to stay that way now that he had taken residence there. He waved a maid over and she refilled his drink. It was comical how she almost ran away from him after her job was done. He was careful to moderate his drinking, but he still had enough to give him a buzz. Seth would need it to survive this thing. Corvus | Witch | Castle-Gardens | Mentions: Open Corvus had left her skulls and bones back in the coven. She did not want to tempt death today, even if she was walking to to a giant royal family reunion. Which was sure to be boring as hell or interesting of someone killed someone else, not that she wanted that to happen. She had escaped to the gardens, she was close enough that she could see that party, but the party could not see her. Her short legs carried her through the gardens and she almost giggled at the insane amount of flowers. Her tattoo flowed against her skin, seeming to almost shift and writhe at every movement. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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3 momma boys (#221238)
Unholy View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-24 07:48:29 |
Alaska|Dining hall>> castle outside.|Suz (directly) Merde(directly) Alaska's head snapped towards the black coated dame a bit sudden. um. Excuse me for a bit Alaska dipped her head to Merde and a pale look towards Suz before rushing out of the dining hall to outside. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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α©αͺEαα―Oαͺα΄ E (#237195) Wanderer View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-24 11:01:35 |
Resone | Dining Hall | Mentions: Roland, Rye Res dipped his head, noting the touch of annoyance in the larger brute's expression. "My apologies if I'm interrupting your conversation." He looked around, a touch of despair in his face. "I don't know anyone here, which makes it quite uncomfortable to attempt to speak with people." He shifted a bit, his cloak falling forward to hide his trembling paws. "I will leave if you'd rather." He sighed softly, preparing to step away. Marcel | Dining Hall | Mentions: Brann, Hagrid Just as Marcel opened his mouth to tell Brann he hadn't seen either of their siblings, someone pushed roughly past him from behind, pressing his slim form against Brann's chest. "Oof!" He let out a soft grunt as his nose connected with the brooch on Hildibrandr's doublet, causing a stabbing pain to shoot through his head. Merde | Dining Hall | Mentions: Alaska, Suz, Miska Merde smiled at Alaska as she spoke. "Well, the royal chefs have indeed outdone themselves this time, the food is divine. You should try some." She almost didn't hear Miska speak, but snapped her attention onto the quieter dame once she did. "Well if you start feeling overwhelmed come and find me darling, alright?" She smiled kindly at Miska. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Lady (#207935)
Prince of the Savannah View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-24 11:52:53 |
Suz listens to the conversation. she looks to Merde, itβs a shame they had to leave so soon, she said watching as Alaska left. Suz moved her satchel around, Iβm thinking of collecting samples of the food to try to recreate, she says showing a box of sugary sweets. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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3 momma boys (#221238)
Unholy View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-24 12:06:03 |
Ezio|Outside| Mentions Marwa Ezio looked at Marwa a bit differently then he usually did. He looked down then back at her face and asked her his question Marwa, I-I love you and I want to be with you. I mean like forever he then looked down awaiting her reply. Marwa|Outside|Mentions Ezio(directly) Marwa looked at him shock on her face listening to him Marwa I-I love you her expression changed to grief and whispered Ezio. You know what I am if others found out...... our pups..... you..... I can't. I wouldn't want that for you and pups. she looked at Ezio who had turned away from her his ears pinned. Watching him run off into the woods her heart sank. [Did I mess up my only chance?] tears whelled in her eyes as her ears pinned against her head grief coursing through her. Alaska|Outside the castle|Mentions Marwa, Ezio (indirectly) open As Alaska was outside she heard a female and male dog talking to each other. Ezio. You know what I am Alaska's head raced with thoughts. [She's a witch!] Alaska bolted in the castle screaming on the top of her lungs. 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 24/10/21 @ 13:19:15 by Flareon (lights off+) (#221238) |
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Sleep π± (#44085)
View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-24 12:42:46 |
Jezevec | Outlaw | Location: Castle: Dining hall - garden. Mentions: Corvus. The feigned noblewoman slipped through the noisy crowd, her nails clicking against the marble floor. The noise was drowned out by the chattering voices. Her bright eyes slid around the room, admiring the plates of food and shiny silverware. Pure silver, it could bring in a fair bit of coin. She picked up a knife and tapped it against the hardwood table, setting it back down after a moment. Despite it's glittering surface, she paid little interest to it and quickly stepped away from the banquet. Only an idiot would steal something with the king's seal on it, that would be like stamping a wanted poster on your forehead. No, there were better treasures to be had. Continuing on her journey, Jezevec noticed a golden chain hanging from the pocket of a boisterous noble. Bending down as if to adjust her own vest, she snagged the string of metal in her teeth and pulled it clear from the brute's possession. Along with it came a splendid locket which Jez proceeded to tuck away before trotting along. Weaving her way out of the noisy hall, she noticed a room leading outside. Stepping through, she suddenly found herself in a luxurious flower garden. It was then that the wolfdog's sharp eyes landed on a fair-statured canine dipping in and out of the plants. They seemed to be enthralled by the abundance of flowers, and as she drew near she could make out an intricate tattoo covering the dame's body. Interesting. Her cloaked figure almost floated through the manicured topiaries until her long legs closed the distance between herself and the canine who had so piqued her interest. "It seems his majesty's flowers have taken life." She spoke at last, her head cocking to the side as she stared blatantly at the other dog's tattoo. "What a lovely design." She added, her fiery eyes peering out through the dark robe that enveloped her. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Vespering [MAIN] (#33076)
Heavenly View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-24 14:12:21 |
Spiro | Duke of the Trading District | Location: Castle - Dining Hall 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 24/10/21 @ 14:12:52 by α΄ α΄Κα΄ΙͺΙ’α΄ (#33076) |
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murderthistle | they/it/any (#230278) Confused View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-24 14:34:53 |
Helios| Castle, Dining Hall| Ambrosia, Persephone, Ashlyn Heliosβs mask of an expression slightly shift as Perse addressed her. Perhaps a smile twitched across her face, then she looked as cold and emotionless as ever. βIndeed...β she sighed. She listened to the other princess, Ambrosia, introduce herself briefly, then turn to the scared looking wolf. Curious. Ambrosia appeared to be more interested in some... peasant maned wolf than her fellow royalty. The concept was unknown to Helios. The cunning collie was only speaking to her siblings to find out what they want, and who they are. Lio watched the wolf carefully, perhaps, if the princesses became attached to him, however unlikely that was, Helios could use that. Ashlyn| Castle, Dining Hall| Helios, Ambrosia, Persephone Ashlyn crept closer to Ambrosia. βAshlyn, Your Majesty.β He whispered, then realised how close he was standing and jumped. βS-sorry-β He fidgeted with his armbands again. He wondered maybe if he should leave, this place was dangerous, what if he got found out? Surely he would be put to death, but what if he told them he was a good witch, who didnβt want any trouble? They probably wouldnβt believe him... As Ash was thinking, multiple expressions flashed across his face. He cut his thoughts off quickly and retained his gaze on his paws. Yes, looking at his paws was safe. He tried to ignore Heliosβs presence. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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α©αͺEαα―Oαͺα΄ E (#237195) Wanderer View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-24 15:06:07 |
Mortain | Royal Chambers -> Physician's Ward | Mentions: Konstantin, Nightmare Mortain smiled slightly at Konstantin's response, "J'adore les sons d'autres langues." A few words of her native tongue slipped out in response to the Borzoi's. Her eyes glittered with something like joy as she looked down at the mage. "Please, follow me. I have a lovely bottle of red in my personal storage." She stood, moving gracefully despite her size. As she walked away, she looked back at Konstantin with a hint of a feral smile. Merde | Dining Hall | Suz, Miska, Alaska Merde oohed at the delicate box of sweets. "Those look divine, I hope you are able to recreate them for your family's pleasure." Suddenly she was cut off as a dog ran in screaming at the top of her lungs. As the crowds of courtiers and townsfolk moved back, Merde pushed forward, gesturing that Miska should follow her. When she saw that it was Alaska screaming, Merde let out a high-pitched bark, "OUT OF MY WAY!" Suddenly, there was a clear path across the floor. "Alaska, what is it? What's frightened you so?" She reached up and gently nuzzled the other dog's cheek in a comforting manner. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Ellesmera (#236564)
Sapphic View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-24 15:23:58 |
Corvus | Witch | Castle-Gardens | Mentions: Jezevec Corvus may or may not have squeaked. And not the good kind of squeak. The freaking out over a tiny spider kinda squeak. Completely overreacting kind of squeak. If dogs could blush, she would be blushing. And she may or may not have jumped. Like three inches off the ground. Once the coydog had finally stopped looking for a way to escape, she answered in a distracted, stunned way. " They do seem to be uhhh growing? I think? My opinion doesn't matter, I've never been here before." The happy, light hearted Corvus that had been present just moments before had shrunken into a quiet and scared one. Her ears were slightly pinned back, as if she was trying to mask them. One more defence mechanism that Corvus had trained herself into. Keep the ears hidden, the spells and incantations only spoken at midnight alone and above all else, never get attached. That would be one more person that you have to lie too. One more person you have to keep safe from. " My tattoo? It's uhhh from my-" Corvus searched for a reliable lie to wrap herself up in. Something that was believable, but also something she could keep up with. Not her family, to personal and she couldn't lie about her family, maybe a dare by a friend? She couldn't tell the black robed stranger that it was a ceremonial thing. She could, that would be half a truth. But then the other Canine would think she was a priest or something to that degree. " -friend. My friend got me drunk and dared me to get one. He already had the design picked out an everything." Seth | Castle-Dining Hall | Mentions: Merde, Alaska (Directly) Seth stirred at the shriek. He hadn't entirely expected something to happen this early. The food hadn't even been served yet. He set his drink down and padded over to the scene. His black, orange and white coat glimmered in the candlelight. Seth stopped momentarily to complement himself and continued going. When he was a good 20 feet away he was able to make out a tiny little dog and a bigger one. 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 24/10/21 @ 16:04:09 by Ellesmera ( Lights On) (#236564) |
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3 momma boys (#221238)
Unholy View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-24 16:03:26 |
Miska|Dining hall|Mentions merde (Indirectly) Miska rushed after Merde seeing her sister who was pale white. She started tearing up seeing her like this but held it back. Alaska|Dining hall|Mentions Merde (directly) Miska (indirectly) Alaska was pale white turning towards her sister and Merde, A-a witch she stumbled over words, There is a witch here. I over heard the dame talking to another male. Ezio was the males name I beleve. The dame was Marwa i believe. she said all this hurriedly. 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 24/10/21 @ 17:12:37 by Flareon (lights off+) (#221238) |
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Lady (#207935)
Prince of the Savannah View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-24 16:36:22 |
Suz puts away her sweets, a witch, she said exited as she ran to Alaska. She ran outside to the only wolf out there, are you a witch Suz asked. She shook their paw hurriedly, never met one before your So cool 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Sleep π± (#44085)
View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-24 19:02:24 |
Barnabas | Monarch | Location: Castle: Upstairs - Main Hall. Mentions: Ophelia, Mortain, Konstantine. He followed closely beside Ophelia as she pushed the door open and insisted they hurried. "Yes, yes." He replied, glancing slightly over his shoulder as both the physician and mage confirmed that the solutions should last until the meal was completed. As long as I hurry- His expression hardened as he traipsed quietly down the hallway, lost in thought. "I'm not particularly looking forward to this, Ophie." He confided in the merle collie at his side. "Based on the first one I met- I think I may be in for a long banquet." A sigh crept into his voice as it trailed off. He was referring to that unclassy brute, Theseus, of course. Damned brat was brazen enough to comment on my age. His brow furrowed as he recalled the incident. As they stepped ever closer to the main hall he slowed his pace and turned his slender face towards the princess consort. "If I begin to feel weak I will return upstairs, you enjoy yourself and don't worry over me too much. They insisted this medicine would last the feast." He woofed, though he was sure the lady would be rushing after him if he were to have to leave. A mixture of chatter and boistrous laughter errupted from the hall ahead of them and he finally quickened his paws to step out into the brightly lit entrance. Now adorned in a lighter robe, one that matched her highness, he paused at the top of the staircase for a mere second before slowly making his way down. All the while he nodded in an over-gracious manner towards the dogs who had noticed them. They themselves seemed to cease their conversations and step out of the way cautiously. Hildibrandr | Royal Guard | Location: Castle: Dining Hall. Mentions: Marcel, Miska, Alaska, Merde (Directly.) Hagrid (Indirectly.) He took a stumbling step backwards as the younger dog lurched forwards. Their nose had collided painfully with his brooch and he stooped down to check on them, worry clouding his expression. "Mercelia! Are you alright?" He barked, glaring past the white-patched dog towards the guests surrounding them. "Your nose isn't bleeding is it?" He asked, a commotion behind them causing him to whip his head around. It was a high-pitched scream, followed by a chorus of hushed muttering. The only word he could make out clearly was 'witch'. His lip peeled back in annoyance as a cluster of guests began to flock towards the scene. "Go and find your brother for me, I'll meet with you both in a moment-" He guestured towards his sibling with his muzzle, motioning for them to get further away from the cluster of rampant dogs. "Go. Now." Swiveling around, he all but forced his way through the crowd. At the midst was a panicking spitz-type dog, surrounded by many rowdy guests, as well as a familiar duchess. He stepped dangerously close to the group, looming over them. Clearing his throat to catch their attention, he spoke at last, his voice coming out in a quiet hiss. "If you haven't noticed we're currently in the castle." He growled, the noblewoman's presence doing little to quell the hostility in his voice. "There are all sorts of folk attending this banquet, be they nobles or dogs claiming to be witches. Lest you intend on causing a panic or getting yourself kicked out I would suggest choosing your words a little more wisely." He glanced up, making note of a fellow guard who was wandering towards them. He motioned them away with a rather stern nod of his head. He then turned his glare towards the lingering dogs, many of whom shrunk away at his gaze and began to disperse. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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