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Yellow dress is the sister of White shirt and she actually conceptualized the plan because she runs a very successful, but shady, trade operation and Brown shirt is familiar with her shady tendencies, and she wants him out of the way so she can get Blue into a corner and swindle him out of his inheritance.
But Lord Kettleby had approached the boar-faced Duke nonetheless, and would soon be stirring himself into a frenzy. In trying to defend his wife's honor, though, he did not know that he would soon lose his own. Once he, in his passion, had insulted the Duke enough, there would be the challenge of a duel. Lord Kettleby would be killed. There would be no other outcome, not after he finished his wine. The server in the cat mask had been ever so kind to add a little something more to Lord Kettleby's glass, and soon, the drink would overtake him and turn him into a bumbling fool. Everything had been arranged perfectly. Before Lady Kettleby offered her husband his glass once again, she gave the server the faintest of smiles.
The young lord of Ayerleon looked nothing like a lord of Old, who would tower over his subjects, or at least look them in the eye. He certainly sounded the part, at least. He had taken up his duties eagerly despite his young age and slow quickening, and owned no compunction dishing out what he thought of as justice and discipline in equal measure. His lack of subtlety belied a cruelty and disregard which pushed the more sensitive from his court and attracted any willing to make the bitter, flippant interpretations of law he desired. Still, his stubborness would be his undoing. Had he even a small measure of instinct, of self-preservation, he might have thought to dress more humbly, or at least not accept glasses from strangers on that night. As it was, there was no need for a knife, just a special glass of champagne. He would be dead by the morrow. Slain before his subjects in an act hidden simply because, masked, no one chose to look.
"Leave that to me," Greyhound smirked before disappearing into the crowd of dancers. Red Wolf leaned against the wall as he watched White Rabbit who fiddled with a half filled glass in her hand. He noticed the bored expression on her face as Blue Ox conversed with Brown Boar about the fundamentals of modern economy.
Suddenly, she glanced over in his direction. Every instinct in him told him to look away but he could see Greyhound closing in on her, & as he passed, dropped part of the vial's liquid into her glass. This was his chance. All she had to was drink the liquid & she'll finally be free of Blue Ox's spell.
"You've been watching?"
"Indeed, sir fox. He is a creature of habit, this rival of yours."
"Good. That's good." He slipped the poison out of a pocket, passing it over quietly. "As promised. It is my understanding that this should leave no trace. My friend is... skilled at such creations. Now, about payment..."
The wolf-man waved him off. "None. For this one, it is my pleasure."
(Please, forgive me for my terrible English)
Bull approached slowly Wild Boar, who was the person in charge of the party. He moved forward slowly, in counted steps, on the white marble of the ballroom.
One step, two steps.
The brilliant eyes of the wolf and the cat did not release him, on the lookout for its slightest movements.
Finally, Bull was in front of the person whom he looked for. He opened his mouth, and says slowly, seriously, as the dinner guests held their breath:
-Excuse me, where is the bathroom?
‘Leave it tae a boar 'n' a bull tae lock horn and tusk whent th' haun o' a bonny bunny is at stake’ thought wolf as the two beast argued. The bunny stood idly by, not very happy mind you. Wolf could tell she wanted to leave.
“Go on then” chuckled his friend, Lynxs “ask her to dance with you, I can tell you want to” Wolf scoffed, shaking his head making his dark curls bounce “That bonny bunny wid ne'er dance wi' th' likes o' me” Wolf said, then quickly turns his head as a couple of birds walked past to two friends “...besides, we ur tae be hidden senes we wur nae invited in th' first place!” Wolf hissed. But Lynxs only laughed
“you worry too much dear chap!” he said holding up a small silver bottle “you will find that no one will remember a thing in next morning!” Lynx added with a devilish grin. “Ye git th' beast o' ryle even mair drunk? does ye cleverness know no ends?! ” Wolk snickers, patting his friend on the shoulder. Lynx only tilted his head before saying “don’t forget to thank me old sport!” and pushing Wolf right into Bunny.
Bunny let out a small gasped, almost spilling her drink as someone was shoved into her. “I say!” she said, turning around to face a rather tall looking beast who look just as surprised as she was. “Ah mist ask fur yer forgiveness!” Wolf said quickly with a bow. Bunny tilted her head and glanced over at Bull and Boar. Both still arguing over her and yet heading her no mind.
“Oh...it alright..no harm done I suppose” Bunny sighed sadly, looking away from Wolf. There was a moment of painful silences when Wolf finally spoke, “It wid be ever wonderful if ye would...allow me a dance?” he afford a hand with his head bowed. The poor beast was turning pink! Bunny look at Wolf, then down at his outreached hand. Wolf could no longer bear how quite she was and quickly turns away
“Forgive me...it wis foolish o' me tae-"
“I would love a dance!” Wolf quickly spun around. Bunny was giving him the most pure and beautiful smile he had ever seen “in truth, you are first to ask me and I would simply love a dance!” Bunny said softly, “the question is...would care to dance with me” she added as she offerd her own hand. Wolf returned the smile “Ah wid loue nothing more” Wolf said, taking her hand.
"Dammit, Cat, did you spike the punch again?"
"Patience, brother, patience," Cooed Bat. "Our lovely sister will give him the drink. She has a way with politely interrupting, as you might recall."
The Wolf huffed, peering over at their prey as he continued to gab with a boar. It'd taken them hours to get this close, even longer to get invited to this snobby masquerade. After sneaking their sister into enough social events, they were finally able to snag the attention of an arrogant brat. He thought he'd caught himself a pure white rabbit to hold and cherish, but did not know she came with tainted guests. By letting a creature of the day in, he'd also unwittingly invited creatures of the night.
"Look, look, she's handing him the drink," whispered Bat excitedly, "And look, he's even letting her pour it into his mouth, the poor fool."
"He's not poor yet, but he will be tonight," replied Wolf.
Bull laughed after finishing the drink and pulled Rabbit towards him for an awkward kiss. Clenching his teeth, Wolf fought the urge to go over and smack the boy for his insolence. Treating their darling sister like...like...like some pet, something to be man-handled. It made his blood boil. However, his brother was right, they needed to be patient. After the party was over, after all the rich dregs left, and after the the young bull was tucked, they would strike. He'd be unconscious and unaware of the theft taking place in his own stall. The pure white rabbit he had so adored would ultimately lead to his down fall.
It was arranged at birth of course, but we had never met until a ball quite like this. I was the shame of my family, attracting suitors but never accepting them. To them I was a failure, too independent, strong willed and fierce. I was the opposite of what was expected. I was standing by the wall when I see a figure approaching. "Great" I thought "Another man coming to ask for my hand." He was on the shorter side, but I thought it rather cute, long hair tied back and a bull mask on. An odd choice, but I was no different as I was wearing a rabbit mask. When he came over
he asked "what is such a lovely lady doing over here alone?"
I ignored him still holding onto the idea that he was just another pig wanting my body. But little did I know this man would change my life for the better...
The man in the cat masked looked around completely confused and out of it… When did he ever get here? Looking down at the bottle he squinted… what in the world? “Are you okay dear friend?” A man in a wolf looking mask questioned noticing his unsteady figure and how he seemed to sway.
“Yes… I’m quite fine! I think…” The Man in the cat masked looking around his words slurred and his vision starting to blur. Looking over at the Boar, Rabbit, and Bull. His vision was starting to blur to the point where he could barely make out the figures, but before his vision went fully black he could have sworn they started doing some stupid jig.
Letting out a scream the man jerked forward nearly hitting his head on the table. His dirty blond hair was pressed flat against his head from the sweat… Reaching out for the pill bottle he squinted and read the side effects. “May cause possible hallucinations… And five more days of this… end me…” He groaned as he slumped back into the chair.
(I hope I did this right if I didn't please alert me and I'll be glad to rewrite!)
Bunny hated parties, her date, her escort, had paid her almost no attention, save for the wine he had made sure she had received. She wasn't one for drinking, though it did help drown out the voices. The party was crowded, so she had bumped into many men. When she and the Bull did finally stop, he had gotten into a heated debate with a Boar clad man. She sipped on her wine again, once, twice, three times before she noticed something was off. The flavor had changed, her heart started to flutter, was it finally catching up to her? The drink, the excitement, she wasn't sure. She bit her lip, she wanted to say something, perhaps ask if they could leave, but her date, he was still speaking, getting louder with each breath. So she stood, waiting, patiently, her hand starting to tremble as she started hearing her own heart beat pounding in her ears.
"Gee, I wonder what gave it away. The fact 'Lord' Bull is singing about his love for bacon?"
"Oh look. He's stripping."
(Is this vulgar? I'm not sure.)
............I'm sorry. XDDDD I'll see myself out.
Fox and Ocelot huddled in their corner, wathing as Lord Boar and Bull argued. The beautiful and enchanting Rabbit stood nearby, watching her fiancé quietly. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Fox asked his younger brother. "If you successfully poison the Lord Bull, and steal his mask, you will take his place as a royal. None will doubt your power." Ocelot stood unfazed by Fox's words. His eyes were locked on Rabbit. "You would live a lie! I may be a predator, but I wouldn't stoop as low as to steal another's mask for this kind of power!"
Ocelot closed his eyes and sighed. "This isn't for any kind of power. It is the Rabbit I want." His grasp tightened against the small vile of poison. "Long have I waited for the day where she would care for me the way I do for her. I have watched her, waited for the day that she would be mine. I have longed for her to stand by my side, no matter what happens." The rest of the ball went well for Ocelot. He was able to slip poison into Lord bull's wine so swiftly, not even the Wise Owl or Wtychful Crow would've caught him. Next, he waited. Soon, he heard the wails and gasps of other people. His poison must've worked! He briskly walked towards the swarm of people, a slight smirk on his face, but then he saw the Bull, standing with no sign of illness. Ocelot pushed his way through the crowd and saw his Precious rabbit sprawled on the ballroom floor. Her wineglass lied broken next to her. Ocelot wailed and dropped to the floor next to her. He look his love's hand and sobbed. Then, he felt the remainder of the poison was still in his pocket. Ocelot pulled it out. He pulled off the cork...
And took his final breath.
It is not uncommon for those within the vampire society with a taste for the ironic to hold such parties as a way of entertaining themselves as well as their guests, Mortal and Kindred. This Masquerade, however, has not been thrown for fun or festivities, it has been planned to trap the city's Prince (Bull) and usurp his power. As planned by a team of kindred (Fox, Cat, Bunny, Boar) under the employ of the potential new Prince.
Fox swept his way through the crowd and back to his compatriot.
”Finished?” Wolf whispered, watching the duchess from his hiding place.
Fox brandished the empty vial. “She’ll be ours by midnight.” A smirk crept over his face as he examined Bunny’s delicate features, impossible for even her mask to hide. “I love the thrill of the hunt, don’t you?”
Wolf’s attention remained fixed on Bunny, and would remain there for the rest of the night.
“Not as much as I love catching my prey.”
"Not quite. Our friends ran into some trouble with the night watch on their way here. They need more time."
"Time is the one thing we don't have. If she gives that speech at midnight, we're done for."
"Rest easy. I always come through, don't I?"
"But we're running out of time. There's only a few minutes left."
"Those weren't the only friends I invited. Look, here comes my plus one. She'll take care of it."
"And then we can put this whole messy business behind us."
"I know." That was all he answered. All he ever said to this matter only that this time he pulled his knife from its sheath and turned towards the bull and his oh-so-lovely anxious bunny bride. Boar was doing well in being a distraction, talking openly about rumours, that made the crowd frozen in shock and the bull red with anger. It would take him a second. He'd slit his arm, slit whatever he could get hold of of them and be gone. Or rather a goner. Whether that was because of the poison or the guards didn't really matter to him. The sudden weight of Wolf's paw on his shoulder made him look up again. "Do me a favour and make it taste better next time we do this, okay?"
If it weren't for his blurring sight Cat could've sworn to see a smile on Wolf's face - hallucinations, obviously, as Wolf had never even smirked since he knew him. "Sure. And then I'll make sure to show you our new city."
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"Speak for yourself. I wasn't expecting the one who would be wearing the Yellow Handkerchief at his throat to be but a child."
"You flatter me."
"Have you done your part?"
"Of course, she's delivering the drink as we speak."
The violin began to play to Mozart's 'Lacrimosa'. The boar had asked the bunny if she wanted to take this dance with him. Before she could answer, the bull rushed in promptly. The boar had looked quizzically at the bull. "What is the matter?" he asked. "The matter is you. How dare you try to take the hand of mi'lady." Before the bunny could say anything, she was once again interrupted by the bull. "Hush mi'lady." the bull says as he puts one finger on her lips. The cat and wolf begin to spectate the scene. "What could they possibly be conversing about?" the wolf asked the cat. The cat smirked. "That bull hasn't any ideal that the bunny is to be betrothed by the boar this evening. This is why the boar is hosting this ball in the first place." he replied. The bunny had yanked off the bulls hand of her lips. "I am not your betrothed." the bunny finally said. After a few moments of silence, the boar had said "I was planning to propose tonight... But you ruined it."
Cat and hound, bear and boar, bunny and bull, lynx and lion, crane and snake, and many, many more. Nobles from the entire world, gathered at the feast. Cat and Hound, rivals at best and enemies at worst, watched their guests from the sidelines. Bunny, flirting even after her betrothal, oblivious to the glares many of the guests sent her from behind their masks, smiled mildly as Bull - a mask that suited his nature, truly - defended her from Boar's slightly inappropriate advances.
Cat smiled under his mask. "He doesn't know, does he?"
Hound huffed. "Why would a Bunny choose a Lion?"
"She must've had her reasons." Cat practically purred with satisfaction.
"And so the Bunny walks into the Lion's den, and the Bunny shall never be seen again." Hound laughs roughly, a hoarse barking sound. "You know, Cat, you and your kin never fail to surprise me. What's next, dividing my pack?"
"I would never. You are far too useful to me." Cat smiled and left to break up the argument between Boar and Bull before it got too heated and someone might say something that shouldn't be said in public.
Hound was left wondering if he'd made the right decision.
The bull approached the boar, the piercing on his mask jingling up and down. He held up his saber, threateningly. The grey and red shirted duo couldn't make out the words from all the commotion, but watched with rapt attention anyway. The bull faced man pressed the saber, hard, against the other man's chest. A rabbit masked woman hung behind, watching the action but not really doing anything about it. The boar's shoulders moved up and down violently, like he had just let out a sharp breath. He towered over the bull, pointing a finger into his chest. The woman took a sip from her glass, making a face as the taste hit her tongue. The jackal and dog cackled silently, as the grey shirted man tilted his silver bottle, left and right, a smirk on his face. She reached out a hand to the bull, but he shrugged her off. Instead, he got closer to the boar and continued to argue, over an unknown problem. The half of the boar's visible face grew red, as he shot a hand out at the bull's throat. Just then, the woman, who had been swaying back and forth before, reached her hand out once more, before falling to the ground in an unsightly heap. The bull and boar suddenly dropped it, falling to her side and pushing her to and fro. Shaking her had no effect, and the glass rolled from her hand, dripping leftover liquid. All around, other party guests began falling to the ground, causing cries of shock to be emitted. People everywhere began falling to their companion or friend's side, wondering what happened to them and frantically trying to shake them back awake. The jackal and dog just nodded at each other, and slipped out silently. Everyone in that room that had gotten a drink died that night. No one ever figured out why or who. It remained one of the biggest mysteries for a while, before eventually, history forgot and the only ones that knew why had been dead for a long, long time.
Also!! this looks amazing, I love the detail in the masks haha
"It is done. Once sip from that drink, and Lady Lupin will no longer be betraying house and country with pillow talk with that Bovine ambassador."
"I still have concerns that this action will come back to bite us." says Wolf.
"No, this little cocktail, which I procured, is made in that Boar's province. He'll be the first they suspect. And the investigators will 'find' the evidence they need." continues Fox, "This way we deal with 2 birds with 1 stone."
"The Emperor will miss his little Bunny," says Wolf, "but I know he won't miss the Boar."
"I think it is time to observe this play from a more discrete distance." suggests Fox.