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Dusk nodded, recognizing the sound strategy in his words. "I will be frank, Ambassador," she stated, cupping her teacup in her paws in an attempt to keep at least some warmth in the cup. "A war between the Imperium and Alkamar is a matter of when, not if. This is known on both sides of Valles...

Dusk managed to control her expression as the lynx made a subtle hint at his nation possibly tending toward neutrality, playing the two nations for their own benefit. It was a gamble, but a prescient one. "I see," she stated, considering. Her claws tapped lightly against the teacup in her paws...

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Dusk read over the scroll, carefully noting the quite simple and reasonable terms laid out. She delicately rolled it back up, setting it carefully next to the box of offerings. "The terms are indeed quite straightforward," she noted. "Regrettably, I am but one minister among several in service...

Dusk had to reevaluate this beast for a moment. She'd assumed, at first, that he was much like her husband - a beast whose martial prowess had seen him put in a position of power that was ill-suited to his actual skills. Clearly she'd misread this cat entirely. He was far more visionary than the...

Tultow couldn't breathe. He could only manage short little wheezes, unable to get a lungful of air. It was, it turned out, an awful way to go. He couldn't call for help, he couldn't move or push the beast off of him, not with that awfully heavy shell pinning him down. He could hear muffled...

Dusk tried and failed to wrestle into submission the expression of distaste that crossed her face at the mention of her employer. "The Empress," she stated, attempting neutrality, "is a very formidable vixen. She knows exactly what she wants and she takes it, regardless of what anyone else has...

Dusk's eyes lit up at the sight of the bounty given. Her mouth salivated, even as her intellect warred with itself. Technically speaking, this offering was for the Empress, not for the Minister of Misanthropy. Of course, as Minister of Misanthropy, Dusk had a duty to keep the Empress safe, and...

The combined assault on its heels and head proved to be too much for the monstrous shrew; the bash from Vilde's shield and the slash from Kaii's polearm, which caught at and unhinged the beast's jaw, left it perfectly exposed for Finn to slash open his jugular. Blood sprayed wildly as the shrew...

Dusk listened attentively, remaining seated, as the colorfully dressed lynx introduced himself and his role. She remained seated; she gathered, by his introduction, that she had the greater title of the two, and was receiving him as an ambassador rather than an equal. She nodded in polite...

Dusk raised an eyebrow at Tox's request. "I never knew you had this creative side to you, Tanya," she remarked, then put up a paw to add, "That wasn't meant to insult. It's just a part of you I never saw before, and it surprised me." She mulled over the request before admitting, "I can't speak...

The Misanthropy Greenhouse of Deadly Delights, as it had whimsically been named, was said to have originated with Bloodstone, the first Blighted of the Director's Men. It had grown over the years and under the watchful eye of various experts into the Vulpinsula's premier collection of toxic...