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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on Jul 26, 2010 17:01:42 GMT -5
Indeed. It was, that was one of few problems with Riftgard, it was often cold. The queen was not a big fan of the cold, her homeland was a hot climate environment and often had warm to hot days. Because of this, Callista was not used to the cold.
She had a crown, made for her by the good beasts of Riftgard themselves, but rarely wore it often. Not because she was not committed, just because it was not difficult for other beasts too know who she the queen was. She had pure white fur and pink/red eyes! So instead, she simply wore her expensive silk shirts bearing the colours of her homeland with pride and a pair of gloves.
She was in her and her husband's chambers. They shared the same room of course. Living together in it and adding their little touches to it. For example, there were quite a few very impressive paintings on the walls, although few beasts knew and she was not very public about it, Callista was quite the artist. She even painted a picture of the first ruler of Riftgard, which she had to go by documents and stories in order to paint said ruler. Though due to the ruler's documented size and other somewhat exaggerated information. It took her multiple tries before she got it accurate and correct..... Or as correct as you could get it.
Other than that, she of course had her own clothing, souvenirs, weapons, hats, and other objects vital to her.
Callista..... Was not doing much. There isn't much to do even in a fortress on a very cold day, she tried multiple things to keep herself busy, but for the most part, she continued to find herself bored and feeling walled in.
So here she was, with her art cloths on and a beret (Or as Drask and the other beasts of Riftgard call it. A "Funny Looking Hat." ) on her head, painting away. This time she was merely painting a image of the Riftgard navy. When she was bored and was out of all other options to entertain herself. She would paint, unlike most other females who would likely prefer cooking, knitting, or if you were the other type of vermin. Prostituting and Pirating....
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Post by Vrelt on Jul 26, 2010 22:18:40 GMT -5
Unlike his wife, Drask Darkfang was used to the cold. In fact, he preferred the cold to any other climate, as long as it wasn't too extreme, like the frigid Northlands. Thankfully, it wasn't raining today, as it did many days throughout the year, but the fortress was shrouded in fog, and the sun was nowhere to be seen.
When the day came when the weather forced him to stay inside the safety of his fortress, Drask would be an old beast. He had spent most of the day outside, involved with the training of his army. After several hours of the rigorous training, Drask had called it to a halt, allowing his beasts to return to the barracks, where it would be warmer. Though most of his army had come from Riftgard to begin with, and from the Northlands, they were used to the cold, but some came from Mossflower and were used to a warmer climate. Drask was generally just in his dealings, stern, but not so much to be called cruel, and he stopped mainly because of the soldiers from Mossflower.
He was strolling along one of the many hallways of the fortress, escorted by nobeast, as this particular hallway was the one that lead to his throne room, and to the room he shared with Callista. It was guarded at the main entrance, so that no beast could ambush Drask here. He was not wearing his battle armor today, as the training was primarily physical exercise, the king wore a simple crimson shirt, black pants, and his seaboots. Within a few short moments, he entered his deserted throne room; apparently Callista had dismissed the servants and other beasts that regularly were found there. Drask looked around the large room, everything was kept simple and clean, unlike many past rulers who had made the room a picture of barbaric finery, with treasures and weapons displayed everywhere. The room he and his wife lived in branched off from the throne room, and was much smaller than the throne room. It was in that room where Drask kept his weapons and other belongings.
As he opened the door slowly, he looked in, seeing if Callista taking a nap, and he spotted his wife, painting. Her back was turned, so that she wouldn't be able to see him as he quietly entered their room. Drask voice sounded out across the room, breaking the peaceful silence that Callista enjoyed. "Enjoying yourself, Callista?" He had hoped Callista had not heard him enter the room, so that she would be startled by his sudden appearance. If he had, he might be in for some rather harsh words, depending on what kind of mood she was in.
The two had only been married a few months, and Drask knew Callista was a beast easily angered, so he knew that right now he was playing with fire. It didn't bother him, however, her other qualities made up for her temper and sharp tongue. Truth to be told, Drask often enjoyed the debates they had, unless they escalated into a real heated argument.
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Post by carabadgermum on Jul 27, 2010 10:41:35 GMT -5
Dismissed for the morning she may have been, but Jayne still did not stray far from her mistress. She wanted to be close enough to hear if Callista called but she tried her best to stay out of the way of the guards. She didn't like the way they looked at her almost hungrily. Gone were the days of wondering if her masters would give her a scrap of food. She practically feasted every night here at Riftgard, and the dress she was given was clean and new, not like the patched rags she had worn as a slave.
Callista had even started giving her a wage. It was a small amount but considering Jayne had never had any money in her life it seemed a great fortune. Jayne hid the coins away in the ticking of her straw mattress. Even that was a luxury. Not a hard stone floor, not a bit of hay strewn on the cold dirt, the ferretmaid had a real mattress on a wood frame.
With all these amazing riches, Jayne felt a true loyalty to her mistress. And Callista didn't even really ask all that much from her. Jayne would lay out the mistress's clothes, brush her fur, bring her food and drink, fetch hot water for her bath. Callista was only adamant about one thing and that was that Jayne should remain a maid. And Jayne had readily promised not to enter into a relationship with any of the males on the island. They frightened her anyway.
And so it was with a mind to protect herself from the hungry eyes of the guards as well as because of the cold that Jayne pulled her shawl tighter around her thin shoulders and waited for any summons that might come from her mistress.
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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on Jul 27, 2010 13:05:28 GMT -5
Callista, much to Drask's misfortune, did hear him coming. Even if he did manage to yell out without her knowing he was there, this would not be the first time he has tried it. So she had grown used and accustomed to it.... Even than though, she was much too bored to even argue or pick a conflict with her own husband! (HAS THE WORLD GONE MAD!? )She turned to her husband and replied. "Not really. It's a pretty slow day and the fog does not make it feel any better.... " The fog makes everything seems to go more slower, make the day last longer.....
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Post by Vrelt on Jul 27, 2010 13:23:34 GMT -5
Drask shrugged, as he took the sheath which held his saber, off of his belt. "It isn't boring outside in the cold. If you work hard enough, you don't even notice how cold it is." The ferret flexed his fingers, he wasn't wearing any gloves, therefore, his paws were like ice, and his fingers were a bit numb. It didn't bother him, this cold made a beast stronger, made them feel alive, and Drask firmly believed in keeping himself fit and tough. A soft life in this fortress could make a beast, well, soft.
He laid the saber and sheath on their bed, glancing back at Callista, and a ghost of a smile appeared on the king's face; she really looked strange in that hat. Drask was a bit disappointed that Callista wasn't mad at him, strange as that sounds. He wondered if would ever become used to the weather patterns at Riftgard, if she didn't adapt, she was going to be pretty miserable here, as it got much colder during the winter. Callista was stronger than beasts gave her credit for, however, and Drask was sure she could tough it out during the frigid winter months when they arrived.
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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on Jul 27, 2010 14:14:24 GMT -5
Callista shuddered. Almost messing up her painting. "Ugh, i have no idea how you manage to do it. The cold is much worse than the heat, it can cause your toes and fingers to die off and turn black even from what i hear." The worst she ever heard from her homeland was that a few beasts had died of heat stroke, but often times if you stay hydrated, that is not likely to happen.....
(BIG note: Krauser's profile has not been changed yet so until i do. The NEW Krauser will just have to be figured out via RP messages. XP Good luck. )
Krauser was in no better shape than Callista when it came to seeking entertainment and something fun to do.... Until he saw Jayne. The servant, this ferret served Callista paw and footpaw almost everyday and therefore. He was no stranger to her at all. They saw each other on a daily basis. He approached her and grinned " Well hellooooo there? Oh!? Where are my manners?" He licked his paw and rubbed his headfur back, but of course this is not a slick beast trying to woo someone, this was Krauser trying to be funny again because he had nothing better to do other than amuse or annoy others. He pulled the skin on his head back with said paw so that his entire face and eyes looked weird and almost demonic. (Like when you pet a cat and you can push the skin on it's head back and make them look funny.... I hope you all know what I'm talking about. xD )
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Post by carabadgermum on Jul 27, 2010 14:25:31 GMT -5
Jayne gasped in horror and took a step back from the big stoat. Yes, they had become acquainted over the last season since she had begun serving Mistress Callista, but knowing him did not make him any less terrifying, in the ferretmaid's opinion.
"H-hello K-Krauser." Jayne's paws shook along with her voice. She knew that he was aware of the promise Callista had made her swear and she knew that he was not actually interested in any female who wasn't a stoat like himself. His advances, however, teasing or not, always gave her cause for alarm.
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Post by Vrelt on Jul 27, 2010 23:13:05 GMT -5
When Callista mentioned the cold causing a beast's fingers or toes falling off, he again looked at his paws, checking to see if they looked like the description she gave. Drask shook his head at his foolishness for thinking he was going to lose the fingers off of his paws, he was moving around enough outside so that he barely realized the cold in the first place. He looked back at Callista again, wondering if she saw the the brief, but noticeable expression of concern on his face.
"I manage to thrive in the cold, because I was born here. You ought to get out in the cold more, so you'll get used to it. It might even toughen you up a bit." Drask attempted to get a rise out of Callista, maybe it would brighten her mood. He walked over to where she was painting, trying to see what she was depicting in her the piece of art. The ferret spent a moment acting as if he was carefully studying the painting, but he disrupted Callista's peace again, by pulling her beret, forcing it down over her eyes. Drask wasn't sure what her reaction to this particular move was, hopefully not an angered response, since the king was trying to get his wife out of her boredom. Of course, she wouldn't be able to see the almost playful smile on Drask's face with a beret covering her eyes.
((I'll have Vrelt arrive in a post or two, guys.))
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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on Jul 28, 2010 10:47:40 GMT -5
A small smile touched the lips of Callista when her vision suddenly dropped into darkness, there he goes again! He pulled her hat down over her eyes again! How old does he think she really is!? He always does that and unfortunately there is no pattern to it all either, so she could never know when he was about to do it. She gave a sigh and pulled her hat back up. "Why do you do that for?" She said...... Than she suddenly made as if to sock him one in the gut, but it was merely a playful scare tactic. She was not going to strike him at all. Just wanted to see if she could get at least a flinch off him.
Krauser put his paw down finally and gave a huge yawn, than kept talking. "You know? You'd think they would at least have a deck of cards or dice to play with, but the place does not even have that! Or at least if the other beasts are gambling, than i don't know where they are doing it......" Bored enough to start a conversation with a servant..... Yeah. Bored to the border line point.
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Post by carabadgermum on Jul 28, 2010 10:57:30 GMT -5
Jayne relaxed slightly at the turn in the conversation and let the breath she had been holding escape her in a whoosh. Then she tried to think of someway to respond. Was he really asking her? "Well, er..." she halted and then pressed on. "There was a game that some of the slaves used to play at the quarry where i worked... with... with stones. They would wager parts of their meal rations, blankets or the good sleeping spots." She bit her lip and stepped back again, afraid she had said too much.
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Post by Vrelt on Jul 28, 2010 11:12:45 GMT -5
Drask had expected some kind of retaliation, but when Callista's fist swung in his direction, it surprised him, and the ferret jerked back a little bit. A frown appeared on his face when he realized the punch would have never even hit him, it was just like her to do that to him, just to see how he would react. Drask, smiled slightly, he knew he lost this round, at least he was a good sport about losing, though. On occasion, Callista would get very mad when Drask bested her, the same as he would, depending on what was said. "That was unexpected. Why do I do it? Hmmm, I suppose to cure you from boredom, to wake you up, keep you alert, to give your life some excitement instead of letting you spend it all painting."
In reality, Drask did it mainly to get a rise out of her, which she probably knew, the same as she tried to get a rise out of him by swinging her fist toward him. It looked as if both moves had caused a rise out of each of them, and to Drask's displeasure, it was he that got the short end of the stick, this time.
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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on Jul 28, 2010 11:47:46 GMT -5
"Well this beats painting by a long shot, nice to know at least when we get bored enough, we'll always have each other huh?" Oh yes, she sure knew that. Always have each other....... As targets... Though as husband and wife of course too. No doubt.
Krauser just gave her the weirdest look, it said it all. How did something fun like gambling and dice turn to sad, miserable and a complete buzz kill? "Uhhhhh...... Yeah...." Now he somewhat regretted even talking to her at all.
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Post by carabadgermum on Jul 28, 2010 13:58:45 GMT -5
Jayne flushed deep crimson and tried to press herself back further into the shadows. She never should have said anything this is what came of thinking she could make conversation with beasts above her rank. The ferretmaid didn't have long to wait until something came along to distract the stoat.
A streak of jet black leather and silk came sprinting up the hallway towards the throne room. Jayne's first thought was that it must be an assassin coming to murder the royal couple in their bed. The ferretmaid gave a little shriek of alarm before she remembered that Callista's own body guard was right next to her and would surely take care of things. Then after another half-formed thought she remembered that the King's special guard wore black uniforms such as this beast was wearing.
"Out of my way!" the black uniformed creature growled in a commanding yet noticeably female tone. "I have news for the King that can not wait!"
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Post by Vrelt on Jul 28, 2010 14:28:28 GMT -5
Drask smiled, "True enough. As long as you don't actually punch me in the stomach, then it'll be alright for the two of us." He was a bit sore from the training outside, a nap may be in order before he did anything else today, though he doubted Callista would let him take a nap now. Drask took off his seaboots, and sat down on the edge of their bed, letting the muscles in his legs relax for a moment. Little did the king know that his peace would be rudely interrupted, by his half-brother's arrival.....
The warship, Vrelt's Pride, was sailing steadily into the docks, the crew beasts on deck, ready to toss the strong ropes over the side to the beasts on the pier. It was an impressive ship, looking well kept for a pirate vessel, and it looked fully functional as one. Orders were barked out from the first mate, and the ship was lashed to the docks, safe from any wind that might arise to sweep the ship away.
The gangplank was dropped, and the crew began filing out, while guards from the docks filed in, to transport all the goods from the pirate ship's cargo hold. Vrelt Darkfang was the last to leave, for he made sure of what was going to leave the cargo hold, and what wasn't. He strolled down the gangplank, his icy blue eyes scanning over the small crowd of beasts who had gathered around the docks, eager to see how the brother of the king was fairing. Vrelt looked like he was in good health, and was dressed sharply, unlike many of the pirates on his ship, he looked relatively clean. He wasted no time in talking to anybeast, instead making his was toward the fortress, to see his brother.
As he walked along, a few of the Elite Guard formed around him, escorting him into the fortress. He did not speak to them, in fact, the ferret had barely issued a word at all since his ship had docked here. Vrelt was one of the privateers hired by the king, and he was one of the most skilled, often bringing in much more than the other pirates. Though he worked along with Drask, the two still did not get along, so Vrelt found himself at sea more than at Riftgard, though he had an impressive room reserved for him in the fortress. Vrelt rested his paw on his sword as they walked, giving himself a little edge, the ferret's black cape also helped him cut an impressive figure.
He had sailed back to Riftgard, mainly to meet Drask's wife, who somebeasts said was extremely beautiful. Vrelt wondered what the ferretmaid was like, for all he knew were rumors heard from various taverns he had been to. The corsair knew the way through the fortress well, but he kept his pace slow, following the slow pace of the guards; he knew his sudden appearance would surprise his brother, that was exactly what he wanted. Though by the time he would finally get to the throne room, Drask would probably be ready. Vrelt was patient, however, he could wait.
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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on Jul 28, 2010 20:26:27 GMT -5
Krauser quickly got out of the black leather and silk clad female's way, though not before he got in a few words at the female. "Hey you shouldn't wear leather for your bottom half otherwise they might rip if you bent over to pick something up!" He laughed and elbowed Jayne to see if she got the joke. (You could say that Krauser and Jayne just got ...... *Camera zoom in and Dr Evil face.* Dominated..... Because they had to obey and get out of the way- Nevermind. xD )
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