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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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Sleep 🌱 (#44085)
View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-11-22 16:20:56 |
Hildibrandr | Royal Guard | Location: Castle: Dining Hall. Mentions: Hagrid, Maggie. (Directly.) Sigrún, Elisavet. (Indirectly.) "Ae should hope ye know thus foolish mutt. Ye should teach him some manners. Ae’ll let ye off the hook thus time, only becawse these high class fools ought to realise thay do naught have higher rights than us humble folk, but ye didn’t hear thus from me." His fur ruffled a bit as Maggie addressed his brother, but the anger soon fled as she continued to speak. Dipping his head slightly in thanks, he was quickly interrupted by Hagrid's chattering. Bränn! Ye know that squirt? He called ye a 'ooligan! Well, not ye directly, but he said summat like ''ooligans raised that boy!' But I know ye and Mama and Pops ain't no fools any time soon!" Despite trying to keep a rigid demeanor, the more Hagrid rambled on the warmer his own expression became. His tail began to match the other dog's waving, though only slightly, and by the time he responded an amused smile had made it's way onto his face. "I see. You're right, Hagrid, but the dogs here aren't worth your time. They wouldn't know what an honorable dog was if one hit them in the snout." His gaze broke away from his brother to scan the tables as he spoke. A tinge of confusion creased his brown as he caught, what appeared to be, a slight glimpse of his sister sitting amongst the royals at the head table. "Aye, y'know what? I 'aven' seen you or Sig or Mars at all before now! Where 'ave ye all been hidin'?!" Hagrid's voice caused him to glance away and by the time he looked back, she was no where to be seen. Must be a trick of the mind. That couldn't be her. He shook his head slightly to dismiss the idea. "Haven't seen them? Didn't you all arrive together? I ran into them earlier but I've lost them since then." A shout and the sound of metal hitting the marble flooring made Bränn jump ever so slightly. He took a step in the direction of the noise, annoyance apparent on his face. That expression was quickly replaced with worry when he realized the fighting was coming from the main table. He was hesitant on approaching the scene, especially since he now had Hagrid in his company. Drawing his paw back towards him, he turned away from the distraction with a sigh. Barnabas | Monarch | Location: Castle: Dining Hall. Mentions: Ophelia, Heir(s). (Directly.) Sadiki, Sigrún. (Indirectly.) "Barnabas, has anything been arranged for your other children? They have to sleep somewhere, and The Inns aren't always the safest place for royalty. If not, I can always set up rooms for them. You know how many rooms are in this castle." He sputtered out a bit of laughter at Ophelia's concern. It was a hoarse, gravelly, noise that only lasted a moment before he would speak. "Of course there have been accommodations made! They will be staying in their own rooms upstairs. No child of mine will be sleeping in an Inn like some sort of travelling commoner." Though the words were meant in a friendly way, they came out quite pompous. He didn't have any time to worry over them, however. His attention was snatched away at once, his eyes glancing over towards the ruddy coat of the castle's chef as he approached with a cart of bowls. Barnabas shifted in his seat to allow the other dog better access to the table. "Your highness, I put more of your medicine in your stew. I noticed you may need a higher dose. Please enjoy." The muttered words were a bit alarming to the king but his eyes lit up at the sight of the meal nonetheless. "Ah- Delightful. Thank you, Sadiki." He woofed to the sighthound and leaned down to take a sip of the rich broth. It was wonderful, as always. He couldn't help but allow his leer to follow after Sadiki as the cook hurried off. Do I really appear that sickly? He pondered, a frown appearing on his greyed muzzle. A loud clang sounded from further down the table and Barnabas' head lifted to glare towards the noise. "Seems as though a bit of bickering is going on." He muttered towards Ophelia with a sniff of distaste. As close as it was to his own seating, it was likely that it involved some of his own children. He wasn't entirely bothered by it, positive that a guard would rush over to settle it soon. However, his eyes widened as a ball of white fur lifted from their seat and began to clamber across the table. They were a mystery to the king, but the dog dragging them back to their chair was all too familiar. He lifted a paw to rub at his temple, hoping that the skirmish would end if he simply ignored it. Rye | Traveler | Location: Castle: Dining Hall. Mentions: Roland, Vanadis. Roland's curious glances didn't go unnoticed by the inquisitive dog. Is mead a bizarre choice? He thought with his own slight tilt of the noggin'. Following the Doberman's gaze, his waved ears perked forwards as the other dog spoke up at last. "Hmm, perhaps I will have to have a taste of your drink, if you don't mind. I can't say I've tried it before." Turning his attention back towards his company, he smiled in response. "I don't mind! I'd be delighted for you to try some." He woofed, a soft laugh creeping into his voice. As Roland answered his inquiry, his honey-coloured eyes brightened. A traveler! So that means- He had been too engrossed in the conversation to notice the strange figure as she emerged from the crowd. When she collided with he and his companion, Rye turned his head to peek past the chair at her. "Oh!! I- I'm sorry I didn't know- I didn't mean to do that, are you okay?" His tail immediately began to wag in response. "Don't worry, we're just fine." He replied, peering at the young she-wolf curiously. "Uh, if you two know, what's happening here?" He raised a brow at this question, his curiosity suddenly turning into concern. Is she lost? It wasn't hard to see that she was a wild canid, and they typically lived in the forest- at least to his knowledge. Perhaps she had wandered away? "A snob's idea of fun." His worried gaze shifted over to Roland for a moment as he barked out the curt words. "It's a banquet- A feast, celebrating the king's children." He swiveled around and stuck his nose between the table and chair beside him, pushing the seat out so that the strange pup could sit there. With a gentle smile, he motioned towards the empty place with his paw. "You look famished, come sit with us and enjoy the meal." He offered with a thump of his tail. Theseus | Prince | Location: Castle: Dining Hall. Mentions: Sigrún, Elisavet, Sadiki, Cadaver. He sat back in his seat with a smug grin on his face, only taking his eyes off the princess as the pitcher of ale he had requested earlier was sat rather hurriedly on the table in front of him. His tail began to wag behind him and he all but dipped his nose into the glass as he leaned forwards to take a gulp. Sigrún had continued on mouthing at his half-sibling but he hadn't caught much of it, only the sensation of her almost blasting his paw off with her own in a rushed high-five. "Ow." He hissed under his breath, rubbing the soreness away with his other paw. As a delightful bowl of soup was plopped into his reach, the slight waving of his tail turned into a full-on thumping of excitement. Glancing over his shoulder he made note of the dog who had served him, one of the stingy chefs from the kitchen who had refused to hand over a roll earlier. No hard feelings, he had helped himself to a few-dozen, and now they were giving him delicious soup! "If I don't have much time left, what about poor Hildibrandr? The deadland's heir? That poor shepherd will never get a break until he dies." Before he could even bend down to get a sip of of the delectable dish, Elisavet's foul words reached his ears. His jaw hardened and whatever playful atmosphere he had carried earlier seemed to vanish in an instant. "Aye, careful with watch you're sayin'-" "I know if I was Queen, say goodbye to seeing him again. That dishonorable mutt will never be released of his sentence if any of the suitable heirs get picked. Spend time with him before you can't. You're lucky he's even a guard and didn't end up like your grandfather." His eyes cut towards the pup at his side and he could see that she gone very still, or, perhaps she had begun to shake. Either way, he needed to calm things down before they got out of hand. "Sig, don't-" He reached out a paw to block her path but quickly recoiled it in fear of losing it as her voice shrieked across the room. "YEAH?! I hope you get the same curse your bastard father has and die alone, that's what a twat like you deserves!!! The castle will be better without you anyway!!" He watched, almost amazed, as the dinner that had just been served to her went flying across the table and into Elisavet's face. The steam rising off of the other dog's now broth-covered fur caused a single snort of laughter to escape his nostrils. The forks, knives, and spoons that followed caused him to cease his relishing and grow more serious. "Alright, alright. Calm down, Sig. She'd never do such a thing to yer brother and, besides, I think she's already regrettin' it." As the young dog began to crawl onto the table he reached up to snag her by the scruff and pulled her back into her seat. "Sorry for interrupting. But this kind of drama is too good to miss. Does this happen often?" He leered suspiciously towards the shepherd as they made their way towards the table. They were an unfamiliar face to Theseus, but most of the dogs here seemed to be. "I'm hopin' it doesn't." He woofed back, gaze narrowing slightly. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Ellesmera (#236564)
Sapphic View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-11-25 16:16:33 |
Seth | Illegitimate Heir/Criminal | Castle-Dining Hall | Mentions: Notune(Directly) Sadiki, Soup Fight Dogs (Indirectly) (OPEN) " And my apologies for assuming that you would know." Seth woofed. He thanked the dog who set the soup down and took a gentle sip. His ears pricked at the muffled shouting coming from the other side of the table. When the bowl was thrown, Seth's head immediately shot up and stared in an almost amused way at the small dog throwing silverware at his half sister. When the other dog began to clamber onto the table, he snorted into his soup and woofed, " Interesting indeed. Which one do you think that is?" At the last sentence he nodded his head towards his half-sister in clarification. Ophelia | Royal Consort | Castle-Dining Hall | Mentions: Barnabas, Royals, Soup Fight Dogs, Hildibrandr(Directly ) Sadiki, Maid NPC (indirectly) Ophelia thanked the nice dog who had brought her the stew. She drank her soup until she heard Barnabas mutter to her. " Really? I couldn't hear a thi-", Ophelia was cut off the screaming started and she let out a dismayed huff. " You stay here darling, I'll go sort this out." She maneuvered out of her seat and padded over to where Elisavet, Hildibrandr and the white dog from earlier were. "What are you doing? All of you. I'm not angry but I just want to know why my daughter is covered in soup. Hildibrandr, is this your sister? The dog who started the commotion about the witches said something along those lines." The elderly dame barks out, an irritated edge to her voice. After more careful, up close viewing of the younger dog, it is obvious that Hildibrandr and the dame share some blood. Ophelia calls out for a maid to get a towel or some napkins to clean up. When they arrive, she busies herself with cleaning some of the stew out of Elisavet's fur. Tutting, she woofs " You will need to do a better job later, Elise. The soups already began to cool off and cake into your fur." 0 players like this post! Like? |
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3 momma boys (#221238)
Unholy View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-11-26 09:18:59 |
Snickers|Dining hall|Mentions Ophelia (directly) Snickers ears pinned in fear hearing Ophelia and her head whipped towards her. So sorry your majesty she bowed I am trying my best to help the situation 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 29/11/21 @ 04:49:45 by Flareon :lmao: (#221238) |
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Luxaeus [hiatus] (#80752)
View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-11-28 23:36:28 |
Elisavet | Legitimate Heir/Princess | Location: Royal District - Castle | Mentions: Theseus, Sigrun, Ophelia Hot soup was placed in front of everyone as Elise made her remarks to the two dogs. She thanked the chef with a smile as she turned back to see not only the soup steaming, but Sigrun as well. The princess's eyes widened as tears came from the poor pup's eyes. The collie had a brief moment of guilt. Her words were incredibly harsh and she felt awful. As those few seconds of guilt consumed her, shrieks filled the air next. 'YEAH?! I hope you get the same curse your bastard father has and die alone, that's what a twat like you deserves!!! The castle will be better without you anyway!!' Elisavet winced at those words. Who knew a pup could be so cruel? The long-snouted dog was about to retort until the bowl of soup flew at her face. The thick stew settled onto her fur as the hotness of it burned her slightly. The bowl went flying above her head and knocked her tiara off. Naturally, Elisavet hooked her head in an attempt to remove the soup but with her long fur, it stayed set for the most part. Fury and sadness rose into Elise's veins. Fury that this mutt did something so terrible to her but sadness as it really did ruin her pretty coat. 'Have fun getting all of that out of your fur and eyes you stupid whore!!! You're lucky there's a table between us!' The shepherd mix started throwing silverware at Elise and was about to cross the table before Theseus pulled her back. "I'm the stupid whore? With as big as round as you are, you might as well give birth now you scraggly pup. At least hierarchy has rules." Elise stared at Sigrun as she was tempted herself to cross the table. However, she knew her father was looking, and out of the corner of her eye, Elise saw her mother walking about. Quickly, she got out her statement. "Families like yours never know when to stop breeding. No wonder you all have dying pups. No wonder all of you are the lowest of the low. Filthy animals that should be burned at the stake. Just as bad as witches." Elisavet snarled the last word with malice. Elise snapped her head to Theseus. She did hear him try and stop the commotion. 'Alright, alright. Calm down, Sig. She'd never do such a thing to yer brother and, besides, I think she's already regrettin' it.' Perhaps he wasn't as terrible as she thought. Still disliked him though. Elise growled at Sigrun one last time before she turned completely towards her mother, Ophelia. 'You will need to do a better job later, Elise. The soups already began to cool off and cake into your fur.' and the simpleton maid muttered something about doing her best already. "Well do better then." The princess spoke to the maid. She huffed loudly as she side-eyed Sigrun. Her father began to feel heavy and disgusting. It felt like mud from when she would play in the rain as a pup. Her brown eyes looked back at the Royal Consort. "Mother, I think that mongrel needs to be banished from the kingdom." Some childishness leaked through her voice and actions as she closed her eyes and pouted away. Of course, banishment was never going to happen but some kind of punishment should be deserved. The collie waited for the response from her mother, and then walked towards her room to clean off. Her head fell in shame as she walked past her new half-siblings and father. However, she cared more about her father's opinion of her rather than anyone else. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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murderthistle | they/it/any (#230278) Confused View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-11-29 16:09:39 |
Cadaver| Castle, Dining Hall| NPC Guards, Theseus, Elisavet, Sigrún (directly), Ashlyn (indirectly) Cadaver let out a small breathless laugh. “Well, I wouldn’t know. Don’t get much action where I am usually.” His eyes sparkled, but they flitted to the princess. His lip curled in lupine rage at her last words; Filthy animals that should be burned at the stake. Just as bad as witches. He tried not to look at the russet-furred figure whom he’d noted sitting next to the royal family, but couldn’t help the flicker of a glance towards them. “And how would you know anything about witches??” He spat angrily. “I’ve known more witches than you’ve seen. And only one of them had bad intentions.” He flattened his ears as the high-and-mighty royal simpleton called to her mother to have the angry little dog banished. Cadaver clamped his jaws shut, feeling the guards behind him draw closer as he seethed at the princess. Don’t look at him, Ever. Don’t look. he ordered himself. He couldn’t risk exposing the gentle witch, not after the aid he’d received. Ever sat back, grinding his teeth. His eyes were narrow with barely concealed rage. Ashlyn| Castle, Dining Hall| Royal Family, Soup Fight Dogs Ashlyn nodded in a fragile way. “I did grow them. It’s quite easy to grow plants once you know what conditions they like and- and uh, which plants go well with them-“ He said to Ophelia, twisting the heather bands around a bit. He poked at his dish anxiously, leaning forward to sip the delicious broth gently. His ears were folded back, making his uncomfort clear. He looked up again as the dogs fighting across the table spoke again. The timid wolf blanched as the princess spoke about burning dogs at the stake, and something about witches. Ashlyn’s expression sank farther into panic as another dog growled at the princess. He knew the huge brute. “What is he doing here?” He whispered aloud without meaning to. Cadaver shouldn’t be here, much less arguing with royalty. Ashlyn gently pushed his dish away, panic swallowing him again. “Perhaps I should leave...” he spoke to Ambrosia. “I have uh- things to do at home-“ he stuttered. Fear and anxiety swelled under his fur and pricks of pain flared at his paws, as they did when the young witch got overwhelmed. Ash tried to squash it down. No no, not now, not here. I need to leave. He cast a desperate glance at Ambrosia. “Or- maybe just go outside?” He said before he could stop the words. A part of him realised he didn’t want to lose his first possible chance at a friend. 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 29/11/21 @ 17:17:56 by Murderthistle, Eater of Kidney (#230278) |
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Sleep 🌱 (#44085)
View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-12-02 00:15:52 |
Barnabas | Monarch | Location: Castle: Dining Hall. Mentions: Ophelia, Fighting Dogs, Heir(s). Barnabas let out a heavy sigh as the commotion seemed to escalate, screaming sounding across the now quieter hall. He slowly began to rise from his seat just before Ophelia spoke up. "You stay here darling, I'll go sort this out." With a soft nod of his head he sat back in his chair, offering the other collie a grateful leer as she rose from her place and wandered off towards the noise. "That should be the end of that." He muttered out before taking a hearty sip of the stew in front of him. After a moment of silence he cleared his throat and glanced around the table at his look-alike children. "So. How are you all enjoying yourselves so far? Is my humble castle to your liking?" The coversation was half-forced. It wasn't like he was against hearing their opinions, in all honesty he was looking forward to whatever praises were to come from their mouths. Mostly though, he just wanted to move on from the ruckus and not allow it to spoil the evening. It was already beginning to grow late and in his ailing state he was feeling all the more tired the longer time ticked on. He was aware that he wouldn't be able to stay for much longer. Hildibrandr | Royal Guard | Location: Castle: Dining Hall. Mentions: Ophelia, Hagrid, Sigrún, Elisavet, Theseus. "Hildibrandr." He heard his name being called from amidst the clutter of dogs. He instantly recognized the voice as Ophelia's but took no action to respond right away, figuring she was simply calling him over to sort the fight out. Casting an annoyed gaze towards Hagrid, he opened his mouth to apologize only to be interrupted. As a worrisome string of words reached his ears, Hildibrandr snapped his jaws closed. "-is this your sister?" Almost instantaneously he whirled around, a much more fiery gaze sweeping over the crowd. Now rushing towards the table he leered suspiciously at the princess consort, turning that glare towards a pair of familiar faces as he drew near. Theseus and Sigrún. Of course. What a terrible duo. He should have suspected they had something to do with it. "I'll see to it that they're escorted out, your highness." He said sternly, his furrowed gaze staring directly at the prince and his sister. He had intentionally avoided answering her question, the less they knew of his family the better. Casting a single, confused, gaze towards Elisavet, he made note of the food spattered throughout her fur. The heavy scent of soup wafting from her caused his nose to twist upwards. Before he could piece together what had happened, however, she had turned and sulked out of the room, muttering something about banishment over her shoulder. The words caused his fur to ruffle along his back but turned his attention once again towards the two instigators. "Let's go. Now. Before they decide on what to do with you." He woofed out quietly, turning in one swift movement to exit the room. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Skippy Brambles Bon Vaunen🎀 (#188943) Usual View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-12-10 18:08:02 |
Sigrún | Townsfolk - Farmer | Location: Loyal District, Castle Mentions: um the heirs and Theseus and Hildibrandr, Ophelia [Directly] Barnabas[Indirectly] An angered, yet amusingly high pitched growl rumbled out of Sigrún's maw as she was dragged back by the scruff, claws scrabbling against the wooden tables surface to no avail as she was dragged back into her seat. "Alright, alright. Calm down, Sig. She'd never do such a thing to yer brother and, besides, I think she's already regrettin' it." Sigrún still struggled, trying to wriggle free from Theseus's grasp, but it really didn't do much in her favour. "Let me at her! I'll wipe the floor with her face!" She spat, but eventually she stopped trying to literally launch herself onto Elisavet after some second thought. She'd rather not be charged with assaulting one of the King's kin... unless she could make a run for it after... She's good at maneuvering around livestock, its really the only thing she does at home, she could try... Elisavet's angry voice cut through her thoughts before she could ponder further, however, Sigrún's hot and hateful gaze still trained onto her. "I'm the stupid whore? With as big as round as you are, you might as well give birth now you scraggly pup. At least hierarchy has rules. Families like yours never know when to stop breeding. No wonder you all have dying pups. No wonder all of you are the lowest of the low. Filthy animals that should be burned at the stake. Just as bad as witches." While Elisavet did get under Sig's skin successfully, it didn't enrage her as much as the comment about Hildibrandr did, it damn near made her see red. Thank the gods she didn't bring up her brother again, Sig would have probably launched herself across the table, but this time successfully. "You say that yet your father is the one who couldn't even be faithful to his own wife! Bastard probably has more clones of his running around but couldn't keep track. Was your mother passed around too or is your beloved father the only unfaithful one? I won't be surprised in the slightest if you follow in his footsteps." Sigrún spat angrily, piping down, but only a tad, as the Princess Consort strode up, gaze narrowing at the collie. Really, she had no reason to mention Ophelia in such a way, only to spite Elisavet further. SHe brought up her brother anyway, it's only fair! "What are you doing? All of you. I'm not angry but I just want to know why my daughter is covered in soup." And just like before, Sigrún didn't shy away from opening her mouth to respond. "You should have given your rat of a daughter more studies on how to shut her mouth. I can smell her breath all the way from here- it's horrendous." She spoke, exaggerating the word horrendous as she glared at Elisavet mid-sentence, her words more directed towards her than they were towards Ophelia. Sigrún's gaze remained trained onto Elisavet as the princess side glared at her, her white features lightening with smug amusement as she mulled over the result of her soup throw. Oh, and of course she didn't miss what Elisavet hissed out at one of the maids. Suddenly, Sigrún piped up once again, looking at the maid with an oddly sweet smile as she opened her mouth. "I'm sure you're doing your best! Though, whether you get all of it out or not she'd still look like she crawled out of a rat infested swamp. I'd never step foot in public if I loo-" Her words were cut off as a familiar voice suddenly woofed at her, her head spinning as she looked at Hildibrandr, the sight of him making her tail wag. "Let's go. Now. Before they decide on what to do with you." Oh, he doesn't sound too happy. For the first time in the last few minutes Sigrún kept her mouth shut, gazing back towards the king and the princess consort before she hopped off her seat, following Hildibrandr quickly as he spun around. She plodded after him quickly, looking over her shoulder to see if Elisavet was still there, but it seemed she had left. Good riddance. "She deserved it, y'know." She only said, a little defensively, as she caught up to Hildibrandr's side. Vanadis | Traveller | Location: Loyal District, Castle Mentions: Roland, Rye[Directly] Vanadis shied away from the reddish furred brute, head lowering underneath his irritated gaze. It was clear to Vanadis that he wasn't happy about her presence at all, and if it weren't for how angry he looked the whelp would have uttered out another apology. I don't think mom and dad would hang around dog's like these. "Don't worry, we're just fine." Came the other brute in a much more amiable tone, his wagging tail and much friendlier gaze easing her nerves a little. Her ears pricked as Roland replied with a simple and blunt, "A snob's idea of fun." the wolf pup nearly flinching at his deep and strange sounding voice. Vanadis sniffed at this response, still looking confused. That doesn't help at all.. She thought, a little miffed, but the other, nicer dog quickly spoke up soon after. "It's a banquet- A feast, celebrating the king's children." Vanadis just blinked at Rye after he was done talking, not one bit of understanding on her features, in fact, it looked like an even deeper look of confusion crossed it. A... king? Banquets? She never heard about any of this stuff at home. "Oh! Right, okay." She huffed out as if she understood, but if you paid enough attention, you could tell she really didn't. Her head tilted towards the sound of the wooden chair sliding against the hard floor as Rye pushed it, eying Rye warily as he motioned towards the chair. "You look famished, come sit with us and enjoy the meal." Famished means hungry right? Does she really look that skinny? Though the other brute doesn't look too... happy to be around her, the yellow one seemed pretty nice, and the idea of food was too much to just reject. So, after a little bit of thought Vanadis slowly made her way over to the chair, giving it a few curious sniffs before she clumsily got on top of it. The mouth-watering smell of food became even more potent as she did so, nostrils flaring as she eyed the many plates that were left on the table. She would have wolfed down 80% of what she saw, but she felt like she wasn't allowed to yet, her overthinking taking the best of her. "Uh.. what can I eat?" She asked the two brutes, mostly Rye as she looked between them shyly, tail thumping against the chair quietly. As she waited for an answer she looked over Rye curiously, gaze lingering on the vibrant hued flowers that were woven into his golden fluff. "Do you like flowers? They look nice." Vanadis inquired, a small, shy smile on her face as she hoped her compliment wouldn't offend him, somehow. 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 10/12/21 @ 18:30:55 by Skippy Brambles Bon Vaunen🎀 (#188943) |
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