Notune | Prince | Banquet Hall | Mentions: (Directly) Elisavet, Open

Notune watched with amusement as his sister had a mini-fit after what she had just heard. Was she not expecting that type of response? Did that mean that she thought he was stupid? She dare not to even think about calling me stupid. he thought. I do feel the same way, brother. How could any of them even have the chance to rule the throne? I'm sure over half, if not all of them don't know the first thing about politics. We grew up in those studies. And what do we have as siblings? Woodland creatures and mere townsfolk." Notune nodded in agreement, taking a sip of water. He wasn’t fond of alcohol. ”Father is just desperate,” he sighed, ”he won’t choose a heir. His majesty is too greedy for that, I bet we’ll have the favor of the public. After all, we are the real heirs. We are the youngest of all of his majesty’s children, our reigns will last the longest.” Notune hummed. Being the youngest supposedly makes you the least wise, in this case, that doesn’t matter if you’ve had plenty of studies about it beforehand. the prince thought. He wasn’t worried about his decision making, this wasn’t his father that they were talking about anyway. "You have any plans to meet the other heirs? Best we get on their good side, huh?" his ears pricked up at the mention of meeting the other heirs. ”Yes I do. I’ve seen a few of them already. I hope that none of them are…problematic.” he spoke, his gaze shifting to spot anybody that was possibly one of the other heirs. “I also heard of one who insulted his majesty. Quite bold, honestly.” he snickered. Serves him right.

Qiton | Traveler | Royal District | Mentions: (Directly) Elesbeth, Open

Qiton observed everything that was displayed, they sure do got a lot of gold don’t they? he thought. As he was simply taking a quick stroll, a brown furball came tumbling right at him. He wasn’t the one who fell, luckily, but the dog who ran into him did. They were smaller than him, so it was understandable to why he had been able to keep himself up, whilst the smaller dog simply fell on the ground. Before he could even check up on them, they started screaming insults at him. "Awright! Watch where ye'r goin' ye pea-brained longlegs!" the sudden twist of anger in their voice surprised him, they then shoved him out of their way aggressively and went on. ”What's with em'? Must’ve choked on a woodchip’.” Qiton snickered. Wasn’t it their fault? They weren’t being attentive.

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Suz/ Mentions Dexter and Demetrius

Oh yes i don't mean it that way though, she sighs. I mean he was a bad dog, she absentmindedly rubs her shiny black stomach, I'm a traveler and was thinking about staying here till i give birth

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Demetrius|Dining hall|Mentions Suz
Demetrius shook her head in shock You would want to leave after your pups are born? she said all this a bit sadly. She always wanted to have a friend who was expecting like she was but for some reason she couldn't believe her ears at Suz's words.

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Oh, no don’t worry I wasn’t even born here so, but I never had reason to stay I will if you want. Suz said slightly stumbling over her words, being out of practice and this being her second language. Sorry, did you want me to stay?

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Demetrius|Dining hall|Mentions Suz
Demetrius's tail thumped on the hall floor a bit softly. You would? Demetrius said happiness a bit noticeable.

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Suz looks at Demetrius, of course, if you want me to. She sighs, you meet a lot of dogs being a traveler, but you don’t get many friends.

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Demetrius|Dining hall|Mentions Suz
Demetrius sees how Suz's expression is. If only you want to. I won't force you it's all up to you to stay or go she woofed gently.

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Shadow | Dining Hall | Mentions: Sigrun, Hildibrandr
Shadow dipped their head at Hildibrandr's reproach. "My apologies, I did not realize she was so close to adulthood." They tilted their head at the clear frustration in Brann's face. "I presume he'll drag me aside in the morning to speak to me either way." Shadow's expression darkened, and their lips pulled back in a half-snarl. "I could handle that if you wish. Give me the word and he will not speak with you directly again." They were clearly incensed with the King's behavior, as they had deduced what occurred during those chats from the little they knew of Brann's family and their history with the royal family. As Brann pushed his sister away, Shadow's expression filled with unfathomable pain. They watched as Sigrun padded away, and only returned their attention to the situation at hand when Hildibrandr spoke again. "By the way things are going maybe it's best that I stay away from them. It seems that's what the gods are wishing for me at least." Shadow whipped their head around, silver light seeming to glow from within their eyes. "Lady Selene wishes for you to see your family just as much as you do..." The pain in their expression had grown, but it slowly leaked away with the silver light, until Shadow's weary golden eyes were visible once again. "Lead the way then." "Very well.." Shadow padded off, slowly threading through the crowded hall to a small darkened alcove that opened into what appeared to be a deserted servant's hall. As they made their way down the hall, the sounds of the party slowly faded away, and some of the weight seemed to lift from Shadow's shoulders. When they turned back to Brann, their step was much lighter than before, and they seemed less stiff. "What I need to discuss with you is a matter regarding the recent outburst that one dog raised. You were seen at the center of the turmoil, and their Majesties wish to know why you were there." They took a deep breath before continuing. "I convinced Lady Ophelia to allow me to speak with you before Barnacle decided to make you into an example." There was a hint of disgust in the way they said Barnacle, as though the word tasted foul. "I do not believe that you would have spread rumors of a witch being in the castle, however, I am less sure of their Majesties opinions on the matter." They sat back on their haunches, waiting for Brann's response.

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Oh no, it’s fine, Suz says to Demetrius. I’d love to, she says as she rubs her very pregnant stomach.

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Ophelia | Royal Consort | Castle - Dining Hall | Mentions: Barnabas, OPEN ( Directly), Merde, Other Dogs in Dining Hall, Heirs
( Legit and Ilegit) (Indirectly)

Ophelia padded in towards the table and took her customary place beside the King. The collie was extremely tempted to unhook the fox fur mantle but Merde had spent so much time getting it just perfect so she could ruin the look just yet. She had brought along her glass of red and set it down beside the other one. Almost mindlessly, as if it had been trained into her years and years ago, the Royal Consort adjusted the positioning of the glass until it was perfectly square with the others. Ophelia's nudging of the glass was not to criticize the servants work, it was just a tic. She often did it, a echo of her not so perfect past. Unlike Barnabas, she smiled for real. Her grey eyes swept around the murmuring dogs as they moved toward there seats. She could easily pick out Barnabas's other children. They looked so much like him, but at the same time so different. Ophelia could place some of the heirs with names, Theseus was a sharp, more saturated version of his father. Persephone was the light coated dame with the strange eyes. " It's so strange how similar they all look to you." The Old Canine remarked in an offhand manner, as she tried to keep the mood light.

Seth | Illegitimate Heir | Castle-Dining Hall | Mentions: Barnabas ( Indirectly) Open

Seth's roughed up coat bristled as he heard the voice of his father for the first time. It was just as disgusting as he had thought it would be. His whole stance shifted into a more defensive position, almost as if he was expecting someone to go at him. The heir straightened up and sashayed toward the table. He took his place as far away from the others as possible, quite close to the doors if he ever needed to get out.

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Ambrosia | Princess | Castle - Banquet hall | Mentions: Ashlyn [directly] Barnabas, Persephone, Helios [indirectly]

“Uhhhm, I sell flowers and produce- I’m not like a farmer- but I uh do grow food sometimes. And flowers.” Ambrosia's eyes sparkled with interest. "So a florist of the sorts? How lovely! You really must show me some of your flowers in the future, darling." She offered an enthusiastic tail wag. Ah, how truly exciting! The castle did have a garden, of course, but the neatly cropped hedges with their normally imported, blue blooms were not of much concern to her. She'd be far more engrossed with viewing plants grown by somebody from scratch. Oh, and perhaps she could make an investment in her friends shop-business-thing! Her thoughts were cut off by a sudden silence, that was only to be filled by the ailed voice of her father. "I hope you are all enjoying the banquet. Please do sit and enjoy this splendid feast. I'd like to invite my own sons and daughters to step forward and join my family here at our table." She frowned when her eyes landed on her father's location at the head of a table. The fuzzy collie didn't want to leave her newfound friend. However, it didn't seem that her half-sister, Helios, had any troubles when swiftly leaving to join Barnabas. She looked back at her maned wolf counterpart, contemplating her choices with care. Despite the thought, impulse seemed to take over anyhow. "Why don't you join me at the table, dear? I'm afraid I will have to sit near enough to his Majesty, for the sake of Mother and appearance, but I'd enjoy your company." She took a few steps forwards, lifting a paw daintily to gesture towards the table.



Roland | Traveler | Castle - Banquet Hall | Mentions: Rye, Resone [directly] Barnabas [indirectly]

"I am Resone. It is lovely to meet both of you gentlemen, and I hope we can become close." Roland didn't really bother to respond verbally to this dog, but he gave a small nod as recognition. His attention returned to the golden-furred dog as he spoke. "My name is Rye. And it's lovely to meet you as well." He gave this dog a gentle bow of his head. Rye. An interesting name. "'Tis a pleasure to meet-" There was a hesitant pause that lasted for no longer than a heartbeat, "-the both of you. He blinked at the flower that drifted down from the handsome- polite gentleman's fur. He seemed to consider letting it be known to the others, but that didn't seem to be a concern. "Oh no! Would you allow me to fix that for you?" He tensed. That was a bold move. Obviously he wouldn't- "Of course! It would be much appreciated." A pointed ear flicked backwards. "It would be my pleasure." His gaze hardened as the collie leaned over to Rye, getting far closer than the red brute would have liked. Bold, alright. Right in my face, too. Like some sort of twisted challenge to my interest. He looked away when Resone lifted his head once more, to reset his cold expression back to neutral. Of course I wouldn't win something like that. These sorts of things have never been my forte. His gaze settled on the two dogs once more. It was slightly awkward for him now, and no matter how hard he tried to tone down his annoyance, a tenseness sparked between him and the straight-furred third party. "I hope you are all enjoying the banquet. Please do sit and enjoy this splendid feast. I'd like to invite my own sons and daughters to step forward and join my family here at our table." He practically growled at the rather irritating voice of the Silver Isle's monarch, Barnabas. "Of course. A grandiose, formal feast. I should have expected this of a batty old king. Reminds me too much of that battle-worn rag that rules over Avestria, real bast... His grumble trailed off meaninglessly as he stood, adjusting his necklaces with a rough paw so that they better hid his scar- not that it was all that much coverage. He glanced over at his company. Though he didn't state any names and used a plural reference, the query was vaguely directed towards Rye more than the other. "I'd be honored if you would- both- join me at the table. Preferably opposite from the royalty, if you don't mind." He gave Resone a very brief- though not hostile- side-eye. A collie mix. Perhaps he would get lucky and this bothersome male was one of the illegitimate heirs, and would therefore need to be placed close to the king. Though, it wouldn't be so fortunate if his favored counterpart insisted on joining the supposed heir, because gods, Roland would likely do it if by his request.



Xereus | Outlaw | Castle - Banquet hall | Mentions: Barnabas [indirectly] OPENN

"I hope you are all enjoying the banquet. Please do sit and enjoy this splendid feast. I'd like to invite my own sons and daughters to step forward and join my family here at our table." A wavy-furred dog slipped quietly into the hall, just in time to hear the king's small announcement. She weaved gently through the crowds towards the table, eyes flickering across the room in search of somebody. After a few moments of gentle, slight shoving, she planted herself confidently at the table, an air of grace and sweetness surrounding her. A simple tilt of her head allowed her silken hood to slip backward and fall to rest upon her slim shoulders, revealing the renowned murderer, Xereus, precious earrings now dangling freely. Or rather, in this setting, she was Lady Sirius. She was only able to stride into a pit of possible threats with such conviction, as her face was not known as her deeds were. Within the kingdom, most saw her as a humble, newly accounted baroness. And actually, she played this part rather well. The knowledge of where she lived and the work she did were labeled simply as 'private matters', for that was exactly what they were. Looking around the extravagant banquet hall now, she noticed several other barons and duchesses and the such who had been previously wary of her sudden appearance as a noble, though they now trusted her for the most part and likely considered themselves her acquaintances. She chuckled softly to herself, looking down at her chest with half-lidded eyes to adjust her expensive jewelry. Glorious trinkets of gold and emerald, which had been stolen from one of her less important victims. She admired the flourishing patterns that danced across the necklaces and rings and the sparkling jewels that made them pop. How wealthy she felt, dressing like this. And how wealthy she was, considering the statuses of any fair game whose riches she happened to fancy on any particular day. She let her dark mahogany eyes trail across the surrounding dogs, though nobody happened to really catch her attention. She huffed, taking a glance at her empty wine glass. Hmm... I crave some good white wine..... Are there any maids around here? Eh, whatever, I can wait. And with that, she let out a dainty yawn, waiting for more people to sit at the table before the feast truly began. It was just proper manners, of course.

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