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Arius


The Reborn Feli
Owner: Shantal

Age: 2 years, 11 months, 3 weeks

Born: August 28th, 2016

Adopted: 2 years, 11 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: August 28th, 2016


Pet Spotlight Winner
October 19th, 2018

Statistics


  • Level: 1
     
  • Strength: 10
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 4
  • Job: Unemployed


Story

His burnished red breastplate sparkled in the torchlight, the feli’s fiery fur flickering in time to the natural light. His own flames spoke of his magical and royal lineage, and complemented the ceremonial armor he wore while lounging on the throne. Black horns curving up to the ceiling, they matched his wings and tail, the latter flickering in thought. Arius wasn’t king, not for a few more years, but he certainly got enough practice at it.

That being said, he hardly minded. His parents could relax and get away for a few days, and he got a chance to run the kingdom. So far, the results had been pleasing to both his parents, and himself. It was quite fun, in a sadistic sort of way. But of course…that was all part of the facade. He couldn’t come off as soft…not too soft at least.

Arius tuned back into reality as the representative finished his piece, orange eyes refocusing on the individual. As usual, the first few minutes were formalities, then a minute or so of actual issues, and then some flattery thrown in. The messenger was bowed slightly, light from the golden-plated throne room reflecting off the individual’s fur. This one’s province, or the one he represented at least, was one of the poorer under Aruis’ control. Well, his fathers at least.

As far as the prince could tell, they needed food, and a cut of taxes. Such a simple thing to ask, but his father had quite a reputation for being…strict. Make his friends richer, and the poor live in even greater squalor.

The Feli rose from the engraved golden throne, striding down a few steps to look over the Dragarth, clad in elegant but clearly worn robes.

Aruis had the technique down to an art. One of many options he learned from his political tutors, the prince had modified it for his own persona, and it worked every time.

Step One. Restate to confirm request. Do not reveal weakness.

“So if I am to understand, you require a lessening of taxes, but an increase of food imports to the province?” Arius stated calmly with slightly narrowed eyes.

Step Two. Observe response, and modify demands. Appear in control, and even cruel if need be. Throw them off balance.

“I…erm….y-yes sire…” The messenger stammered haltingly.

“I see. I am sure that a few of your leader’s requests can be accommodated. That being said…nothing is free. Surely you can understand that.” The prince remarked, sitting down and looking at the poor messenger.

“I…erm…y-yes….s-sire…..”

Step Three. Conclude with your verdict. Do not surrender your own wealth and power unless necessary. Use your kingdom as its own leverage. Appear off balance and inexperienced, but render a fair decree. This will serve you well farther down to have opponents underestimate you.

“Hmmm…what to do…what to do….” Arius murmured, walking back up to the throne and sitting down. After a moment of letting the messenger squirm, the Feli stood up and nodded.

“The imports to your province will increase, so that every home will have enough to eat, and bread in their pantries. To offset this cost, the taxes will decrease in the poorest sections of the province, but increase in the richest. Details will be sent further on.” He decreed with a nod, and a smug smirk. The messenger bowed, and quickly scuttled out; having a scribe hand him a parchment with the decree scrawled on it.

The other inhabitants of the throne room, nobles and otherwise, were clearly caught between amusement and unease. Such a decree would surely upset the upper social classes….

The murmuring didn’t go unnoticed by the prince, who now chuckled as he settled back on the padded throne. Soon enough, this kingdom would be his.

And then, the real changes would begin.

Credits

Overlay by reddragon1989
Story by Frode
Profile by Shantal
Border Pattern by FlutePixzy & Topbear

Pet Treasure


Gold Flower Trinket

Sword of Sparrows

Solar Leg Straps

Rainyday Solar Flare Wrap

Solar Staff

Pixie Crown

Gold Laurel

Armor of the Sun Lord

Gold Sun Relic

Enchanted Spring Leaf of the Sun Lord

Gilded Sun Ankle Pin

Crown of the Sun Lord

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