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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2017 21:23:41 GMT -6
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2017 21:45:46 GMT -6
 The evening was somewhat quiet. The sun had started to sink, the street lights brightening the cobblestone. Despite the nice breeze gracing the streets of Valore, Ragnarok was, as usual, inside. He was not out partying like his friends or slaving over papers like his fellow nobles. No, he was walking the floor of his casino, a smug grin on his lips and head held high as if he was above every living thing in the room. Light danced across his dark pelt as he went, making his fiery orange hair glow. While Ragnarok was a noble, that didn't mean by any means he had to look like one. His hooves were still cracked, his hair curly and messy. He looked like a mess, and only those who knew the true him would know how much that look suited him.
Pausing by a pool table, his cherry red eyes followed a ball as it bounced against the edges of the table and rolled to a stop without sinking any others. He heard the collective groan of the team as the others took their turn. He cracked a smile, showing flashy teeth. "You'll get it next time!" He assured them, his tone chipper and encouraging like the good little business man he was.
It was then that he felt the breeze on his back, turning his head to find the heavy front doors of Gameland Casino opening. He could smell the slight scent of the ocean in the air; a refreshing scent among the smoke and booze of the casino floor. Walking through the doors was a mare who was familiar, but not one he had the presence of meeting quite yet. He had remembered seeing her at political gatherings when he was forced to attend them, but that didnt mean he paid attention.
Allowing a pleasant smile to cross his lips, he weaved his way around other customers to meet her at the door. "Welcome!" He greeted, his tone friendly and perhaps a little fake. He always made it a point to get to know all his customers, but it didnt mean he had to be their friend. "My name is Ragnarok, owner of this casino. We have drinks at the bar and several games across the floor. Is there anything i can do for you?" A pretty smile on a pretty face; his uncle would be proud.
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Post by Gaybies on Nov 28, 2017 22:07:40 GMT -6
M A T E O
War-Forged Ambassador
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How long had it been since she’d returned to Valore? Long days had stretched one into another in a long blur of senseless motions. That’s what she was doing, going through the motions. The trip from Onea to the city of Valore had been… interesting… to say the least. Ambushed by vagabonds the convoy sent to escort her had lost valuable cargo, slaves lost to the trees. The whole ordeal only solidified her resolve to never travel in large groups again… especially not with her young son at her heel. Still, the boy seemed glad to be back in the only home he’d known… so at least there was that.
The mare had distracted herself with her usual courtly dealings, discovering the appointment of several new nobles, the death of the sweet boy king and the subsequent appointment of another… a dragon bursting from the gut of the city to unleash devastating destruction to the countryside… a dragon that now sat beside the king’s throne. It was all so much to wrap her head around and the ambassador felt somewhat overwhelmed. Still, she was in good spirits, as she always was, and decided to make a point of meeting these newly appointed nobles.
She had left her son at home, confident that he would be safe there as Axel would no doubt be home soon, and set off towards the Gameland Casino. She had heard from others that one of the new nobles was the sole proprietor of the casino and that, though he had indeed been made a noble, still seemed a fairly regular sight there. It seemed like the right place to start. As the sun sank and a soft ocean breeze teased and toyed with her ebony curls, she entered, the door to the casino swinging open to dissipate some of the smoke and… well stank from inside. Her eyes took a moment to adjust to the musky, smoke filled room, but she took it all in as soon as she was able. At her heels, a whispy creature loomed. Since the attack, it seemed harder and harder to shake the ghostly dog and she’d all but given up on getting rid of it.
Mateo shifted as a large dark stallion crossed the room, a pleasant smile tugging at the corners of his lips, and offered her a greeting. His tone, though masterfully put on, was indeed fake, she had developed her ability to understand others, the subtle nuances, etc, through her years as a politician and… well, she had a way about picking up on other’s true meanings. Still, she offered him a pleasant smile in return. “Good evening, Ragnarok, it is nice to make your acquaintance.” The mare offered sincerely, “I have actually come in search of you, not booze and games… If you have the time to spare, I think it might benefit us to get to know each other.”
The Ambassador stepped inside, the dog fast at her hooves, and part of her hoped he didn't mind... part of her didn't give a fuck if he did.
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