Posts by Meg Masters.

Her ears flickered at the familiar, deep voice of Fortinbras. Hmm, she hadn't thought about what would happen if he came along. He was the type of member that didn't want any drugs, drinking, or anything of the like going on. He probably wouldn't like this. Surely he'd see the reason. Seeing as the Ironborn was still out cold, Meg turned her excited gaze onto the Border Collie. "A little bit of justice. Some revenge. That sort of thing," she meowed in response with her usual wink. She waited for a second before her expression turning into more of a serious one. "This person played a part in kidnapping Coriolanus," she said, her voice deepening and forgetting to use the other name for Strider.

Although she had taken up a liking for Fortinbras since she got back - not romantically, of course - she was getting a little irritated by his questions. Hadn't he known about Strider's little spout of amnesia? This entire time she thought most of the Westerosi knew but decided it better to not mention it. "No, not when he was King. When he came back as a cheetah," was all she gave him before turning back to the tied up otter. "Oh, awake now, are we?" she inquired, her eyes narrowing. The feline listened to her captive's words, her ears slowly pinning back in annoyance. Before she could say or do anything, though, another otter made her way over, and looking incredibly angry at that.

"Hard proof? No," Meg began, raising an eyebrow at the female before her. She was an Ironborn, too, if she remembered correctly. This information didn't help the otter one bit. With a judging glare, Meg leaned closer to Tsuzuki. "But it makes sense that another iron bitch wants to get in the way. Were you not aware of Coriolanus' disappearance?" Her voice wasn't a hiss, but it was quite a deep purr that wasn't in any way meant to be friendly. As for what she said about Westeros, Meg could only spare one thought for how she used to live before the kingdom. There were no laws, no limits. Only her demonic tendencies.

Noticing the other woman's slight unease, Meg stopped her staring with a smirk on her face. There was a line that she shouldn't cross, she knew that, but sometimes she couldn't help it. Turning her gaze back to Daresso, she gave a chuckle. Leave it to him to always make you feel like you're number one. No sarcasm. She was sure her confidence had risen within those few seconds, and she honestly didn't need anymore. At his inquiry, she waved him off with the roll of her eyes. "Don't worry about me, I had weeks to get over it. Just got to get back in the swing of things," she added, seeing that the others were swinging their legs over their horses. Giving him a wink, she mounted her tan horse, patting him once she was up. The last time she had ridden a horse, she was racing Coriolanus through the woods. This thought brought forth a sigh, but she quickly replaced any of her nostalgia with the mask of a grin. "Who's leading?" she asked to the group. Glancing around at those there, her eyes caught Macbeth hoisting Sylmae on with him, and she got the same feeling Daresso did. Her brows furrowed, getting protective over her lost-and-not-found friend. She might call him out if anything started to happen on this hunting trip.

Seeing the winged canine get flustered could honestly brighten anyone's day. Maybe the demon was getting soft. With a laugh, Meg sat down, watching Mae. "Wouldn't mind that at all. Just don't know a lot of songs that you would sing," she added, noting that most of the songs she knew had vulgar language or suggestive content. Her eyes then skipped over to Daresso, her grin brightening and becoming a bit more impish. "I'm not going to deny that I'm asking for it," she purred.

He was back. It was almost too good to be true. Her dark eyes were scanning over him for any injuries when she noticed his expression and tone. Her eyebrow raised. "What? Haven't seen me actually happy before?" she inquired, nudging him. Making contact with his body brought up the question she had already quickly forgotten. She began to open her mouth when she then realized it wasn't the best time to ask what his kidnappers did to him. Could be a touchy subject. Instead she offered him a drink. "If I remember correctly, you're not one for alcohol, but just this once, ponyboy."

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"Doubt that," she purred at Daresso's last statement towards her before glancing at Ace and their King. "You two should join us. Just a little family bonding time, you know? Except we're not really family, but you get the idea." She then turned her eyes back onto the newcomer. Ooh, he was hungry, wasn't he? She started to lead the way, waving her tail in the air so they all could see her. "You might need to stand outside. Not sure if you can fit in the tavern. But, I mean, we can try to make it work."

// i'm laughing because i guess i didn't realize how big he was?? i thought he was a baby
i said 'little dinosaur'

There was so much here that she felt her heart could gush to, but Meg wasn't wanting to be seen as that type of person. She did, however, want them to know she cared. Maybe not show all of her compassion, but a little bit of it. "Ah... I knew it," she purred as she sauntered up to Sylmae, smiling. An archangel. There was always that aura around her, and she meant to discuss it with the female. Turning to the two males, Meg gave them a stern look. "The both of you have interesting experiences to share, I'm sure of it," Meg murmured, gazing at them with narrowed eyes before the pup ran up to them all. Okay, this thing was going against all of what Meg stood for. She was supposed to be the hardcore demon that tortured people, and here, right now... she wanted to call Naomi cute. What the hell was going on with her? "Nice to meet you, Naomi. You've got a dashing father, you know. Name's Meg," she introduced herself with a purr, knowing that she herself wasn't mentioning anything about herself except her name.

This chic seemed pretty chill, a bit like herself and Daresso. Although, once Meg learned of her being Ironborn, her prejudices would take hold. But for now, ignorant as could be, Meg gave her a wink before the others arrived. "Nice to meetcha," she got in before others began to talk. Fortinbras was there, as usual, to introduce himself, and not long after him was Urri. Cute little guy Urri was, and an otter just like the female. It was after him that came another stranger that had Meg interested. "And who are you?" she purred.

The rumbling of acknowledgment could be felt throughout her chest as she listened to him explain. It was a 50/50 on if he would shoo her away from laying on him, but it seemed to work in her favor. With a smug little smile on her face, she went over the words he had mentioned, trying to actually focus on his words instead of his body. "Are all the past leaders dead?" She was entirely curious about this topic, as she wondered if she would be able to find them around the world or if they were gone for good. "It's weird that I've never heard of Dorne. Are people even still there?"

"I wouldn't mind taking another one," came Meg's meow as she padded up. She had just done her first weekly task, but it was going a bit slow. She would see what she could do with a second one with the time being.

Her jaw clenched and unclenched as the only other Westerosi there rained on her parade. What was their deal? She was merely showing that, for future reference, it'd be wise of them to not kidnap those she held close. The female above really irked her, though, what with the criticism and an awful accent. She merely waved her off, as she had done much worse than racial profiling before. When it got to the Border Collie's turn, she gave a little wince. Though she really didn't care, it still served as a small wound. He had been beside her this entire time, sort of like a guide, and now he was scolding her. Figures of this sort had scolded her before and she didn't give two shits, but now... now it seemed different. Meg lifted her gaze onto the canine before grabbing Adira's head and knocking her unconscious. "Fine, then. One of you want to take her back to her home sweet home?"

She remembered having a glimpse of Jackdaw before, but she wasn't sure if she ever met him. It was the familiar scent he carried that brought her to the border, and it was his companion that caused her brows to raise. Why were they both here? Didn't messengers usually travel in packs of one? Ah, who cared. Padding forward after Jackdaw's wonderful statement to the Westerosi, Meg gave them both a toothy grin. "Welcome to Westeros, boys," she purred, eyeing each one for a full two seconds. "I'm intrigued. Confused, but intrigued all the same. I guess we'll wait for King Jaehaerys now." The feline sat down, placing her tail along her paws. "Oh, and nice to meet you two. Name's Meg."

"Hey, hey, hey!" called Meg. She had seen the paper fall from the sky and recognized that it looked like an invitation of some sorts. Of course the slobbery bear would grab a hold of it. She padded up to him, pat him on the head, and took it out of his mouth quickly. "Good boy," she murmured to him with a brief grin before looking down. Her eyes scanned it, not sure how long it'd be till he started crying or trying to take it back. "Ooh, masquerade," she murmured, a sly grin appearing on her face. She could do plenty of things behind a mask. The feline then remembered the mute panda bear and gave the paper back to him, hoping he wouldn't be upset.

your master has logged on.

your master: Oh shit
your master: I ate your ice cream
your master: It was good, though, if you were wondering

It took no more than two seconds for Meg to be on Myrthia's side, her eyes wide with confusion and worry. What had happened to her? She had disappeared around the same time Meg got ill. She should've known to make sure Myrth was alright. Since the feline had stayed in her bed for those weeks Myrthia got messed up. A wave of self-loathe and guilt flooded over Meg, but she pushed it away. It wasn't about herself right now.

"Myrthia, hey, it's me," she meowed, her voice no longer velvety smooth but rough. Her eyes darted over to Sylmae and she gestured her over, hoping the female would help her best friend. She then glanced up at Macbeth and Daresso, a questioning look in her eyes. Did they know what happened?

Meg padded out of the tavern with a large turkey (she might've persuaded someone to give her it) and three alcoholic drinks. Making her way over to Daresso and the large dinosaur she met not too long ago, she gave them a toothy grin. "This alright for now? I can always go back in there and get you more, Corrian," she added, realizing that he'd probably gulp the turkey down in one.