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 Sleep 🌱 (#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 that 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. ────────────────────────────────────────────────── 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. ────────────────────────────────────────────────── Character SheetsView and Post Character Sheets 0 players like this post! Like? Edited on 06/11/21 @ 16:41:11 by Sleep 🌱 (#44085) |
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3 momma boys (#221238)
Unholy View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-21 13:38:09 |
Alaska| Dining hall|Mentions Merde Alaska noticing The duchess bowed low in a greeting, I am Alaska and this dog next to me is my sister Miska. It's very nice to see you Duchess Merde. she said all of this a bit confidently but as well as nervous. She couldn't help but think of her sister next to her. Miska|Dinning hall|Mentions Merde Miska bowed her head and didn't speak. Hearing her sister talk to the dutchess was good for her. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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yoWAi mO (#238465)
Prince of the Savannah View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-21 14:40:51 |
Ambrosia | Princess | Castle - Princess' quarters/Banquet hall | Mentions: Persephone, Ashlyn [directly] "Ah, it appears as if I've been cloned! Exciting. The world truly can't have enough of me, I suppose. Greetings, Princess Ambrosia, it so happens that I'm Princess Persephone of the Silver Isles. I assume that us half-sisters, yes? It's a pleasure to meet you." Ambrosia promptly ignored the first part of what she said, holding her sweet smile when she leaned over. She didn't like how the other dame- her half-sister- needed to lower her head to reach her, but pretended rather easily that she had no qualms with this situation. Before she could respond, she was startled back by a sudden blur of movement slamming into Persephone. She took a step back, although, not to avoid getting hit as well, but rather to make room for the new addition. "I-I'm so sorry! I'm sorry I didn't mean to-" She smiled gently at the rambling creature, which she now recognized as a maned wolf- she'd once skimmed through a book mentioning the lanky canines- and letting her tail wag welcomingly. She opened her mouth to speak, but she was, once again, interrupted. "Calm thyself you lanky mongrel, consider your apology accepted. Perhaps you need some wine to calm your nerves? Usually does the trick." She cringed at the dog's words, fixing the male with a soft, apologetic gaze. Before he could answer the other collie, she jumped in, moving in front of Persephone and smiling warmly at the jittery wolf. "It's alright, darling. There is no need to fret- you didn't mean to bump into us, after all." She cast a side glance at the haughty female beside them. "If you would like, you may sit with us and treat yourself to some delicacies and fine wines." Roland | Traveler | Castle - Banquet Hall | Mentions: Rye [directly] As his glare skimmed boredly across the surrounding dogs, Roland set his glass down. He'd spotted something interesting. Or rather, someone. A long-furred, golden dog, with flowers weaved delicately into his fur. He seemed somewhat lost. After a quick glance around, he managed to catch the attention of a butler moving swiftly across the room to pick up empty glasses. He motioned towards his half-empty wine glass before speaking rather bluntly. "Take my drink. I need to speak with somebody." He had moved away before the other dog could so much as answer with a simple 'Yes, sir.' and was now approaching the golden retriever he'd spotted moments ago. His sleek form moved gracefully through the crowd, slipping between dogs without concern for whatever conversation they might be having. He finally stood in front of the stranger, looking down slightly. Being a Doberman, he was naturally tall and slender, though he made a point of standing proudly so that he may seem ever so slightly taller. "Hello, sir. You seem confused- lost, even." Maybe that wasn't the best way to start off. He glanced around them before sitting down, letting his majestic cape drape around his paws just as before. He cleared his throat before speaking again."I would be happy to speak with you, lest you are waiting for another dog?" His blue eyes glinted with something unrecognizable- interest or curiosity, perhaps even nerves. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Lady (#207935)
Prince of the Savannah View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-21 18:57:19 |
Suz was relaxing in the sun nearby when she heard a conversation going on between two dogs, she lay nearby waiting. So they're acquaintances? why is this so interesting, She felt worried for her baby but she knew they were safe, at least for now. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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estervan (#230307)
Sapphic View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-21 23:50:10 |
Aloy | Royal Maid | Location: Castle / Banquet hall. Aloise stood patiently amongst the other maids, awaiting any order from the royal's and nobles. Her gaze scattered across the large hall as she stood in the side lines, the shadow casting over her feels that she wanted to have fun in this party but couldn't, she is just a lowly maid in the castle. Aloy listened to the noise of silverware clattering and dogs chattering and murmuring. It was a nice white noise, washing out the rude comments and gossip. Her gaze fell onto her brown paws , feeling a bit bored despite this was a party,, that she couldn't join in. A tired sigh escaped her lips now looking forward to all the crowds of dogs. It was cold over here,, 0 players like this post! Like? |
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3 momma boys (#221238)
Unholy View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-22 05:38:19 |
Marwa|Outskirts of town>>>dinning hall|Mentions Demetrius (directly and indirectly) open to anyone. Marwa pads up to the dining hall and walks through the open doors cautiously. She looks around a bit nervous as she had the plants she found stashed away. She pads up to another dame accidentally bumping into her not realizing where her footing was, Oh my gods. I'm so sorry madame she said a bit embarrassed stepping away from the dame and faced her. Realizing who it was her heart felt like paws were pitter pattering on her heart. Demi! she said trying not to sound louder then she was. Ezio De Aldetore|Outskirts>>>dining hall|Mentions roland (directly) rye (directly)open Ezio sighed and gotten up walking towards the dining hall doors and enters it head held high. He looks around hopeing to see Marwa and spots her looks more nervous then usual. Seeing her a bit more happy again he walked towards red and bowed. Your highness roland. It's a pleasure to meet you. Ezio then looks to the confused looking male returning to his hight. Hello misure. My name is Ezio De Aldetore but people call me Ezio. If you need me to help with anything you'll find me by Marwa he then pointed to the dame who was within a cluster of others letting him know who she was. Bowing to lord Roland he took his leave towards his friend. Snickers|Dining hall|Mentions-open Snickers pads up to where the food is located sniffing the air. Her eyes lit up smelling her favorite food Mmmm corn casserole she then quickly grabs a plate and puts about a medium sized portion on it, sitting down at a table nearby she starts to eat. Hera|Dining hall|Mentions open Hera stood near a corner of the dining hall feeling a bit out of place. She never realized how much bigger she was then the rest of the kingdom's dogs. Demetrius| Dining hall|Mawra (directly) Demetrius looks at Marwa as her tail thumped on the ground. Your ok Marwa! she nuzzled Marwa under her chin in a greeting. I'm happy to see you. Dexter|Dining hall|Mentions Demi (indirectly) Marwa (indirectly) open Dexter stood by Demi smiling at her then Marwa chuckling. 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 22/10/21 @ 10:19:05 by Flareon (lights off+) (#221238) |
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murderthistle | they/it/any (#230278) Confused View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-22 16:13:27 |
Helios| Castle, Dining Hall| Persephone, Ambrosia, Ashlyn A flash of colour caught Helios’s eyes. A small auburn creature clad in a purple cloak tripping. Lio turned her head archly. The thin dog- no, wolf, she realised. A maned wolf. Curious... Helios’s cold haze flickered to the dogs that the wolf had bumped into. She leaned in sharply, shoving her drink at the nearest plate-carrying dog. Those were princesses. Her half sisters. One was Persephone, whom Helios had met. The other looked very similar to Perse. Helios made her way swiftly to them, looming behind the red-black-white wolf. “Well, greetings, sisters. What... interesting company you’ve chosen.” Her face was a mask of barely hidden contempt. Ashlyn| Castle, Dining Hall| Persephone, Ambrosia, Helios Ashlyn blinked. “O-oh. Thanks- I- I’d be honoured to, Your Majesties.” He stuttered. He shifted the woven bracelets around his forearms. “But won’t the nobles or whatever like... look down on me or something?” He curled his tail around himself. The small canine reluctantly picked up a glass of sparkly liquid. “I mean, I’m kind of like... lowborn, should I be talking or mingling with royalty?” He wondered half to himself. His ears shivered. All at once he felt a shiver down his spine. Ashy twisted around and felt his heart drop to his paws. There was yet another rough collie standing behind him. She radiated menace, and subtlety shining black diamonds hung from her ears. She was looking down her snout at him and the other princesses. Terror shot through Ashlyn. He found himself edging backwards towards Ambrosia, who had been the friendliest so far. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Skippy Brambles Bon Vaunen🎀 (#188943) Usual View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-22 18:12:45 |
Persephone | Princess | Location: Royal District - Castle Mentions: Ambrosia, Ashlyn, Helios, Aloise[Directly] Theseus, Sigrun[Indirectly] "It's alright, darling. There is no need to fret- you didn't mean to bump into us, after all." Persephone didn't seem to be affected by the side glare that came her way from Ambrosia, the collie mix simply letting out an amused huff at th apologetic tone she had taken to the maned wolf. Especially the little pet name; Darling. He didn't mean to bump into them sure, but looking where you're heading should be something all dogs do. Er, wolves too, anyone really. "If you would like, you may sit with us and treat yourself to some delicacies and fine wines." Some fine wines indeed. Persephone thought to herself, attempting to take another sip from her glass, a displeased look dampening her expression as she realized it was empty. Scooting herself over just in case Ashlyn did join them, Persephone almost considered getting another glass of wine, but she knew it was better to just hold back instead of risking herself appearing completely and utterly trashed. Forest dweller or not, she does have some sense of class. Hmm, maids are like little royal servants right? Maybe she could have one fetch her a glass of water, sounds fair. She is Their 'Royal Highness' anyway, not like they could refuse. Well, to Persephone's knowledge they couldn't. So, Persephone's gaze searched through the crowd, eventually landing on a group of neat looking canines by the idelines, not joining in on the feast or any chatter. Perhaps they are maids? They look like it, and if they weren't she assumed they'd listen to a Princess anyway, royalty seems to scare the poor. “But won’t the nobles or whatever like... look down on me or something? I mean, I’m kind of like... lowborn, should I be talking or mingling with royalty?” Ash's voice took Persephone's attention away from the bundle of maids momentarily, the pretty maiden fixing him with an almost pitied look. "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." Persephone started, moving to take a sip from her wine glass, immediately looking quite miffed as she remembered that it was empty, before she went back to speaking. "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." As she finished speaking, yet another collie seemed to be coming over, and once the broad came closer Persephone recognized the face. Helios, yet another half sibling, the first one she had come across, in fact. They didn't spend too much time together, as they really just happened to cross paths and share a couple words, but either way Persephone wouldn't have stayed longer with her. The broad just seemd terribly aloof and cold, not like Persephone was unsettled by it, it just made Helios seem a little boring. Even know Helios looked to be in a deep state of boredom. "Take the word 'everyone' lightly, will you?" Persephone said, more to Ashlyn ust before Helios spoke. “Well, greetings, sisters. What... interesting company you’ve chosen.” Despite how contemptious the dog spoke and looked, Persephone didn't fail to smirk at her before she'd speak. "Ah! Helios, the life of the party. So glad to see you here, my dearest sister." Persephone didn't believe at all that her words would lighten Helios's expression just a little bit, but she still spoke in a lighthearted, almost teasing tone, her head tilted to the side slightly. Now, where was I.. Persephone thought, ears pricking as she recalled the group of maids from earlier. With a small huff, Persephone watched the group of maids, waiting to see if any of them would look her way, because she definitely wasn't leaving where she was. Almost as if she willed it into existence, one of them eventually did look her way, a smaller, brown and white furred broad. A cocker spaniel, maybe? Aside from collies and shepherds, Persephone always thought spaniels were an awfully pretty lot. "You," The princess woofed out, perking up as they made eye contact, waving her over with a flick of her plumy tail. "A glass of water please? I'm terribly thirsty." Sigrún | Townsfolk - Farmer | Location: Loyal District, Castle Mentions: Theseus, Spiro [Directly] "Oh- Are you alright!?" Sigrún leered at the brute with an annoyed gaze, ridding the dust that collected her coat from the fall with a vigorous shake, large ears whipping loudly against her head as she did so. "After being trampled? Yeah, I'm doing quite swell." Sigrún said, her voice sarcastic, laced with disdain. She really was just fine, other than a bruise or that'd most likely form along her spine, but she was both annoyed and offended at how she was basically a roadblock in that moment, so she's not going to be so passive about it. "Hey, wait. Bear-footed cur? Now see here-" At Theseus's next sentence Sigrún's stance immediately widened, her head lifting as she was already preparing for her rebuttal, but ultimately she was left hanging, the brute suddenly cutting himself off. Oh? Did i really shut him up? I shut up an adult! Serves him right! Sigrún's expression took on a more smug look at this thought, her tail wagging slightly at what she percieved as a victory. Jut wait til she tells Hagrid about this! Hm, she still felt a little disappointed though, she would have told him off more. "Now see here!" Sigrún looked a little confused now, her head tilting to the side as the dog before her adopted a more friendly and excited tone than before. Noticing the look of recognition on his face made her look even more confused. Oh.. he knows me? ...Which means I know him? And upon closer inspection, she did actually remember him, albeit vaguely. I do know him! He knows Brann!! "Sig! What are you doing here? Last time I saw you, you barely came up to my knee! And you were covered in mud!" Sigrún's tail began to wag, and she smiled slightly at the other. She didn't seem to be bothered by how Theseus was practically shouting, most likely because she was a very obnoxious individual herself. "I'm sure I wasn't that small!" She protested almost as loud as he. Sigrún wanted to be just as big and strong like her parents and older brother! She didn't want to be reminded about how small she was! "You're uhhh... whats your name again? The-soos? Theesiz? I dunno, Weapon Guy. You're the Weapon Guy!" Was what Sigrún followed up with, peering up at Theseus curiously. Helga had mentioned to her once that Weapon Guy was the son of Barnabas, but she didn't really believe it. Weren't all dogs with royal blood all snotty and weird? He didn't act like that, but if he were here, it must've been true. "Have you seen my brother?" Sigrún asked hopefully, just as another brute came up to them from behind. “Dear me, Theseus. I hope you don’t make a habit of plowing over your future subjects. You won’t be a very popular king.” Spiro's voice came out of nowhere, and the shepherd mix jumped slightly, turning around to look at the duke. Sigrún, somehow, didn't hear of the rumors surrounding the wiry dog, and if she did it would have been clear, as sh most likely would have stared at him in stunned awe. Instead, Sigrún let out a snort of agreement, turning to look at Theseus with a smug, teasing look. "Yeah, aren't you supposed to be all proper and noble? Trampling your subjects doesn't seem very kingly of you." 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 23/10/21 @ 01:55:47 by Skippy Brambles Bon Vaunen🎀 (#188943) |
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Sleep 🌱 (#44085)
View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-22 20:17:58 |
Barnabas | Monarch | Location: Castle: Upstairs. Mentions: Ophelia, Mortain, Konstantine. Rather quickly, he snagged the small glass vial from Mortain and tipped his head back, gulping down the liquid without a moment of hesitation. In his haste, he had all but ignored whatever the two dogs had said to him. Shoving the container back towards the physician, he knelt down and grabbed the potion from the floor before proceeding to chug it with the same voracity. He let this vial slide from his teeth, not even flinching as it fell to the floor with a loud clang. Tipping his slender chin downwards, he stared down at it and the small amount of auburn liquid it still contained. He was surprised it hadn't shattered, annoyed even. The two liquids swirled together on his empty stomach, causing an uncomfortable burning sensation. Despite this discomfort, he could suddenly breathe once again and the heavy fog seemed to be lifting from his mind. "Will this last me until the end of the feast?" He growled the question towards his doctor and mage, not looking up to address them. After a second of sitting back on his haunches, Barnabas slowly lifted himself back to his paws. He could feel the strength returning to his limbs but still used the wall as a support. He didn't trust that the fleeting stability would last. "We should make an appearance- The guests will surely be getting restless soon." He spoke. Clearing his throat, the king finally pushed away from his support. Turning slowly to face Ophelia, he nodded to his wife, beckoning her along. "Have the seating arranged by the time we arrive." He woofed at no one in particular, assuming that at least one of the castle staff would take care of the request. Before he reached the doorway he paused to readjust his crown and mantle, positioning them correctly on his head and across his shoulders. "Shall we?" He dipped his head politely to the princess consort, waiting patiently for her to fall in step beside him. Theseus | Prince | Location: Castle: Dining Hall. Mentions: Spiro, Sigrún. "After being trampled? Yeah, I'm doing quite swell." His ears flattened against his skull, though the smile never faded from his features. "Yeah- Yeah, I'm sorry!" He woofed out, the grin on his face telling a much different story. It seemed to take a moment, but the younger lass' eyes lit up just as his had. She remembers me! He thought, his long shepherd-like tail waving enthusiastically behind him. The motion caused a few guests and waiters to duck out of the way, not that Theseus was paying much attention to them anyway. "You're uhhh... whats your name again? The-soos? Theesiz? I dunno, Weapon Guy. You're the Weapon Guy!" He huffed in a crossed manner, "Weapon guy? Is that how little of an impression I made-" "Have you seen my brother?" He snapped his trap shut as Sigrún asked the question. In fact, he hadn't seen Hildibrandr, not today at least. He had only seen him briefly on the day he had arrived at the castle. "Can't say I have, Sig." He woofed, his voice softening as he replied. "Stick around for a bit and I'm sure he'll appear though, he'd never miss a chance to see you lot-" "Dear me, Theseus. I hope you don’t make a habit of plowing over your future subjects. You won’t be a very popular king." The voice was somewhat familiar, but Theseus couldn't quite place it at first. He whirled around to face the 'strange' dog, front legs splayed out as if he were moments away from tackling them. A faked, fearsome, look was present on his features, though the smile still present on his muzzle seemed to outshine it. "Spiro!" He barked the name out loudly, lifting his head and raising a brow. "A popular king? Perhaps you should speak for yourself, beloved duke of the trading district." The last words came out in an overly-exaggerated sarcastic manner. In all honesty, he hadn't been a terrible duke, despite the rumors that circulated him. Much better than some of the past, at least in this blacksmith's opinion. Not that Theseus would ever admit to that, nor did he pay much mind to hearsay. As Sigrún piped up with a similar statement, his face scrunched into a disgruntled expression. "Proper and noble? Now why would ever stoop so low?" He faced Sigrún when he spat out the blatant insult, paying no mind to the loads of aristocratic canines that were currently standing in the room with them. A cheeky grin stretched across his face. "I'm already too kingly for the likes of these royals, they're intimidated by my noble charms." At that he bowed in an extravagant manner to the white-furred lady, his head hanging so low that his nose threatened to make contact with the floor. Rye | Traveler | Location: Castle: Main hall - dining hall. Mentions: Roland, Ezio. "Hello, sir. You seem confused- lost, even." His honey gaze snapped away from the smooth floor, now landing on the sleek-looking lord standing in front of him. Rye sat there for a moment, unsure of how to respond. "I would be happy to speak with you, lest you are waiting for another dog?" His brain seemed to catch up at last. Oh. A soft smile washed across his features and his eyes fluttered closed as he replied. "Was it that obvious?" He asked with a quiet laugh. He readjusted the way he was sitting so that he could face the strange canine. "I'm not waiting for anyone, it would be my pleasure to speak with you." He added with a small dip of his head. His wavy ears, decorated with splendid flowers, hung forwards at the gesture. "I was feeling a bit out place, to be honest. So- Thank you." His head lifted as he spoke, his tail wagging slowly behind him. Refocusing on the Doberman, his golden eyes studied him rather intensely. His robe was lovely, and the crown positioned on his head meant he was surely from some royal lineage. Never having been around such noble dogs, Rye was unsure of how to address him. Or- if he even should try and address him. "Your highness, Roland. It's a pleasure to meet you." He swung his head around to greet the newest dog who had wandered up, a tall sighthound with feathery fur. "Hello misure. My name is Ezio De Aldetore but people call me Ezio. If you need me to help with anything you'll find me by Marwa." He nodded once again in the same manner, not managing to mutter out a reply before the slender canine had bowed to Rye's company and stepped away. Highness? He thought, eyeing the dog he now knew as 'Roland' curiously. A king? A prince? His head tilted and his eyes narrowed slightly, the faint smile returning to his his face. "Roland, is it? My apologies, I'm not well versed in noble canines. If I've been rude-" It was a genuine apology, though his voice didn't seem very apologetic at all. In fact, it was still as gentle as ever, though perhaps a tinge of amusement had crept in. Hildibrandr | Royal Guard | Location: Castle: Main Gate - Main Hall. Mentions: Open. He stood in a soldier-like fashion beside the main gate. Having been positioned there after the initial guests had arrived, he had missed their grand entrance. Now he was forced to stand at attention, stark-still, until someone came along to relieve him of his duties. Despite this, he was careful to scan the faces of all the dogs who were still arriving. Perhaps he could spot one of his younger siblings, though not likely. They probably already arrived... He thought dejectedly, tearing his thoughtful gaze away from the guests. It was unlikely that his mother and Alaric had made an appearance as well, since they were doing all they could to stay away from this place. There was no real point in getting his hopes up. It didn't take long for his huffing and sighing to catch the attention of a fellow guard, and after scooting closer, they struck up a conversation with Hildibrander. "Bränn? You've got family here, yeah?" He flicked an ear towards the nosy dog, ignoring him for the moment. "Hey, look. I've got no kin, how about you take off that gaudy sash and go enjoy yourself. I'll take your place, won't speak a word about it to the higher-ups." At that, Bränn's stoic stance slowly crumbled and he regretted the chilly front he had offered them. His ears pinned back and he dipped his head in thanks to the other guard. "Thank you." He more or less whispered, slipping the silver and blue strip of fabric off over his large ears. Handing it to the guard, he nodded his head many more times in thanks before skirting away from the post as quickly as possible. Slipping in through the main doors, he adorned only his vest and silver brooch. Save for his regal fur and tattered scars, he slipped into the crowded hall and blended in seamlessly with the guests. Ah. Let's find the kids, shall we? His head swung around wildly, wondering where exactly they would congregate. The dining hall- of course. 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 22/10/21 @ 20:32:36 by Sleep 🌱 (#44085) |
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Ellesmera (#236564)
Sapphic View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-22 21:09:37 |
Ophelia | Royal Consort | Castle - Upstairs- Royal Chambers | Mentions: Barnabas, Mortain, Konstantin Ophelia opened her mouth as if to say something as the aging King drank the two potions. Generally, mixing medicines or the like was a bad idea. Especially ones so crucial to ones life. She didn't remark though, as Konstantin had said it would mix well, add a little punch to the mixture. She watched as the floor seemed to rush out from under Barnabas's feet and he steadied himself against the wall, yet another ailment of his sickness. With a gentle shake, Ophelia straightened out her white fox fur and nudged her tiara back into place. The old thing didn't work as well as it used to, she would have to go get it fixed. She began to stroll after Barnabas before she turned with a quite puzzled expression. The thing was, she hadn't released that there was a physician and another one. She knew that Mortain was a physician, she had watched the younger dog grow up and thrive under the old Physicians tutelage, but Konstantin was new to her. It was the aging consort had forgotten about Mage. She shook it off and threw a thankful grin in Mortain and Konstantine's direction. She finished the walk over to the door and prompted Lets go darling. Ever the thoughtful being, Ophelia nudged the door open and held it open as she knew that Barnabas wasn't fully recovered yet. "Come on. The kids are downstairs doing who knows what and eventually one of them is going to do something. And more something then usual. With your other kids there too, someones gonna get into a fight." 0 players like this post! Like? |
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3 momma boys (#221238)
Unholy View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-23 06:14:23 |
Ezio|Dining hall>outside the castle|Mentions Marwa (directly) open to others Ezio joining his friend nuzzled her under her chin as she returned the greeting. Hey uh Marwa? Can I talk to you outside? he awaited a reply then he walked out of the castle. Marwa|Dining hall >>outside the castle|Mentions Ezio (directly) Demetrius, Dexter (indirectly and directly) Marwa looked at Ezio a bit curiously Hey uh Marwa? Can I speak to you outside? she nodded her head at his question, bowing her head to her friends. Excuse me she politely said before running after Ezio. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Lady (#207935)
Prince of the Savannah View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-23 06:44:37 |
Suz left her spot, the conversation decidedly unimportant, maybe I should sample some of the food, she thought, after all a party isn’t a party without food. She walked over to the dining table, the delicious smell surrounding her. Maybe I’ll meet some royalty too, this land IS new to me. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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samael (#237217)
View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-23 13:33:00 |
Notune | Prince | Banquet Hall | Mentions: (Directly) Elisavet "Good morning dearest brother." Notune heard a voice speak beside him, Elisavet. All but a greeting was enough to show annoyance on the prince's face, he quickly suppressed a growl and changed his expression. A coin for your thoughts, Notune? Oh, sorry, I think I already know what you're thinking. Are you thinking about how those mongrels could compete with you? Are you worried about," She's trying to irritate me, isn't she? he thought, waiting for her to finish. "I don't know, how they could take the throne right from under your nose?" It took all his self-control to keep himself not lashing out, "Then that would mean they would have taken it under your nose too, I wouldn't be the only one sulking in envy." He snapped back, in the calmest voice he could make that fit the mood. It was showing that he was irritated, he wasn't trying too hard to conceal the tone of his words. Elisavet was similar to him; a high competitor, who'd be just as annoyed as he was if he was the one speaking those words to her. However, that would be out of character for him to speak such words out of his mouth. His sister wanted entertainment out of his anger, and he wasn't giving her the full satisfaction that she wanted. ”I have a bad feeling about our half-siblings. And I don’t know why.” he sighed, turning the conversation another route. Other than them stealing the throne, they could cause a lot of problems that aren’t politically related. Qiton | Traveler | Royal District | Mentions: Open Qiton had arrived a couple hours before the gates had opened, a boring wait. Though he had endured much longer than just a couple hours too. He was amazed at the start, it made sense. He spent most of his time in the lands where barely anyone settled, and only travelers and outlaws and witches roamed. Even the food was delightful, everything was unlike what he was used to. Luxury, something that he barely ever even thought of having. But other than the luxury that was presented to him, the royals weren’t the kindest. He had heard about the king, a greedy and power-hungry king that would do anything for more power and wealth. He had…three legitimate children, and…he has heard more than three illegitimate ones. He wouldn’t be surprised if he had 5 or more children that wasn’t his royal consort’s. Ha-ha, surely it isn’t that many. Right? he thought to himself, but with doubt. Ahhh, maybe I should do something other than sit and eat, now, who to talk to? Synopy | Duchess | Banquet Hall | Mentions: Open The moment the gates had opened, Synopy was delighted. The thoughts of the food and the villagers and even the chance of talking to the royals made her very excited, though she’d never express it in an unmannerly way. She had made sure she wore her most luxurious robe, with her average necklace and several pieces of jewelry to accompany it. Synopy had never thought anything bad about the king, she knew his ways weren’t the best but she excused it anyway. Everyone, or almost everyone, seemed to be enjoying everything. She noticed several dogs that looked like near clones of the king, she recognized all the already known heirs, Prince Notune and Princess Elisavet seemed to be stirring up a nice conversation, while Princess Ambrosia was talking to another dog, that looked very much like her herself. Perhaps they are one of the heirs? Or is it just a coincidence? Either way, Synopy wouldn’t mind it. Though she had loss some respect for the king, for his infidelity must’ve upset the royal consort in a way. Shaking the thoughts away, she continued with what she was doing. Keeping an eye out, for anything she thought would be interesting. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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ᗩᒪE᙭ᗯOᒪᖴ E (#237195) Wanderer View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-23 16:23:44 |
Resone | Dining Hall | Mentions: Roland, Rye Resone noticed he was being ignored by the ladies he was attempting to chat with and decided to move on, some instinct telling him to look around. As he did so, he spotted a pair of handsome gentlemen chatting in a corner. One was wearing a magnificent robe and crown, while the other had only the flowers woven into his fur. Res decided to see if they would be willing to talk with him, and so slipped carefully between and around the groups of dogs mingling. As he approached, he caught the scent of the flowers woven into the one's fur and was even more compelled to speak with them. Once he was close enough, Resone cleared his throat softly, hoping that it wouldn't startle them. "Good morning sirs, you are both looking as fine as any other in here if I may say so." He dipped his head slightly, looking back and forth between the two in a hope to catch any disinterest before he became invested in the conversation. Marcel | Dining Hall | Mentions: Hildibrandr As Brann entered the Dining Hall, Marcel caught sight of him out of the corner of his eye. He sat there for a moment, dumb with shock. "Brann!" He called out, leaping up and running to his big brother, forgetting that he hasn't seen Marcel since before he became male. His tail was wagging furiously as he ran up, eyes alight with joy. Merde | Dining Hall | Mentions: Alaska, Miska Merde watched as the doberman padded over to a lovely looking retriever. She then swung her head around to look at the dame who was speaking to her. "It's lovely to meet you Alaska, Miska." She smiled at them for a moment before speaking again. "How are you finding the banquet? I hope you are enjoying yourselves." Mortain | Royal Chambers | Mentions: Barnabas, Konstantin, Ophelia, Nightmare, Shadow Mortain watched as Barnabas chugged the two potions, an eyebrow lifted in what appeared to be amusement. "It should your majesty. If you begin to feel weak again you must retire to your rooms, I cannot give you any more of that tonic until tomorrow." She looked over to Konstantin. "Would you care to join me to discuss various herbs and tonics over a glass of wine?" She tilted her head, seeming extremely interested in his answer. Shadow | Royal Chambers | Mentions: Barnabas, Ophelia, Nightmare, Konstantin, Mortain Shadow was standing at attention outside the door when Ophelia opened it, and dashed over to hold it open for them. "Please your majesties, allow me." Once they passed, Shadow took their place a few paces behind and followed them down to the dining hall, nodding to the guards they passed. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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3 momma boys (#221238)
Unholy View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-23 16:58:14 |
Alaska|Dining hall|Mentions Merde Alaska's tail wagged happily. The banquet is amazingly busy. I love meeting new breeds and getting to know others. Also the best part right now is food! I've been waiting for the banquet to eat. Alaska chuckled at the waiting to eat food part. Miska|Dining hall|Mentions Merde Miska cleared her throat a bit before speaking I'm honestly ok with it. Food is great and all I'm just not one of those...... dames who mingle much. Miska bowed her head a bit trying be respectful. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Lady (#207935)
Prince of the Savannah View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-23 17:57:09 |
Suz, decided to explore, her being a traveler and all, she saw an Alaskan husky chatting with someone and came over to join in. she heard the name Alaska. Hello lovely party, she said, how do you guys find it? I do mean it’s new to me. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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