Boartusk Heights shot of your novacaine

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pigs squeal out in the alpines. reyna sits atop of her dark throne and observes.

she would need to fetch a pelt for @Klara soon, if she is to keep the steelmaiden's loyalty. and she needs to keep her subjects happy, as happy as she is now. soon, she'll have more mouths to feed if nivis was successful in giving her what she's yearned for since arriving.

The grey mountain king stretched, having taken up residence near Her Highness. 

Maybe she'd attract other nobility for his own taking. Peasants or two wouldn't hurt, either. He cared not, but would not mind his own court within her Kingdom. 

She called. 

He lifted his head in answer, before putting paw to earth to sit near her. You call, your higness?

the fire king, whose flame is for now just embers, sits nearby the rocky terrain of the palace and answers to her. he almost occupies the space nivis would have had, though does not sit too close either so as to not impose. this she sneers at. not for the fire king, but for the dark king. the one who rejects his crown.
that idiot only returned to her when she was in the throws of her heat cycle, and then pranced like a puny stallion out into the maw of the hinterlands before even considering the consequences of what he had just done. what he might be bringing into the world in just a couple of months.

i would like to hunt a boar. our kingdom is forming quite swell, and soon it will grow bigger. i want to celebrate its blossom and treat you all as thanks for your loyalty. a gentle smile tucks the corners of her lips, cutting her eyes ever so slightly.

Reyna's call dances over the boar mountains and Paloma does not hesitate. She quickly washes her snowy tipped paws of the blood, making sure to be absolutely presentable before coming to her Mistresses presence. 

Now, once more with her Mistress, Paloma is whole again and she looks the part just the same. Her once matted and filthy coat has been made clean, once more holding the ginger vibrance and bright snow glow as it once held. 

Paloma comes with a silent and soft step. In her jaws, a stalk of beautifully deadly belladonna, for her beautifully deadly Mistress. She settles it down before Reyna's footing and bends before her Queen. Your Highness... Though her sharp pale eyes cut towards the little grey man near her. Who the fuck was he to think he could sit so close to such Royalty!?

Ever the stone-faced, Klara heeds the call of the wraith with baited breath in time to hear her speech. The boar would be slain, her promised pelt delivered shortly and with it the knot of loyalty to the kingdom of death would be tied.

So far her half of the deal had been upheld; the mountain borders were strengthened, albeit hesitantly. The steel maiden's gaze turned first to the queen, to the man - or was he the king? And then to the woman at her feet who was met with a confused (and mildly disgusted) glare.

With an awkward clear of her throat she announced her presence and situated herself at the edge of the gathering. "I vill be there," she promised, expectations high for what was to come