War Dogs
Garrick found himself pacing in his tent as he waited for the other members of this 'important meeting' to finally arrive.
There were many things about this whole thing he didn't like; that it was being held in the dead of night, he didn't know who was coming, and that all he had gotten out of his Spymaster was 'What they have to offer can be very useful', which was as clear as mud. So he was stuck waiting like some inept chick when he could be cuddled up to his wife before this vital battle that will change griffon-kind.
Thankfully for his patience, he heard the shuffling of armor from his guards outside, followed by the claw of Ravenburg that was parting the canvas flap. The stoic avian stepped in and offered only a curt nod of greeting before stepping aside and gesturing for someone to come in.
Garrick had been expecting alot of things, but a massive diamond dog had not been one of them.
The biped's pointed ears brushed the top of the tent as his head swiveled down to look at the king, his fur coat a mix of black and brown that was partly concealed by the worn leather coat he wore. There were no visible weapons, the lamplight flickered off the spikes on his collar and bracelets, as well as his thick glinting claws as he waved..then brought his hand down and offered a halting bow. "Howdy there, Bos-er..yer Kingness. Name's Bowser."
A blueblood would have turned their beak up at his tone, but Garrick knew enough about diamond dogs didn't really understand royalty. This one at least considered him their alpha and tried to show proper appeasement, though both sides weren't sure how to take this. So he chose to just push on and nod. "Hello Bowser. Lord Ravenburg has told me you've something important to speak on."
The canine nodded quickly, lips pulling into a grin and making his teeth semi-visible as he looked to the stiffly standing griffin. "Yeah! Yeah! Gav here says you guys's worrying about some thing that throws super-big rocks, right?"
The king blinked and looked to 'Gav', who was pointedly looking at everywhere but them, then back to Bowser. "Erm...yes, the catapults are a concern. Do you have a solution?"
"Sure!" Bowser brightened. "I got some mutts that're willin' ta come with me and just take care of 'em." Something in his eyes turned devious. "If them griffons set 'em on the ground, us dogs can dig it right out from under their snooty beaks." He looked about to laugh, then coughed into his fist. "Not that your bunch are snooty. Yer good folks."
That was...a surprisingly good idea actually. Garrick rubbed his chin and nodded slowly. "I think that would be a clever idea. I assume you want something in return for your effort."
"Yep! Show us how we can have a pack like you got."
Huh. He hadn't been expecting that. "You mean a kingdom?"
Bowser grinned. "Yeah! Not a big one like yours, yer Kingness, but one that us dogs can make underground." He nodded quickly. "It can be dangerous, so we travel in packs, right?" He waited for the king to nod before continuing. "So I figure if we can getta bunch'a dogs together like yer kingdom thingy, we don't gotta wander around all tha time. And that sounds pretty good ta me!"
Garrick had no idea what kind of society diamond dogs have, but it wouldn't be a bad to try and organize them into some kind of vassal state. And if the metaphorical groundwork started with their literal groundwork, he could live with that. "It sounds good to me too, Bowser. If you help my army, I'll help your people as best as I can."
The canine's grin went from ear to fluffy ear.
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Just something I made up for giggles, and to stretch me writing haunches after my time off in December. That, and I like the idea of turning diamond dogs into the ultimate sapper units.
And before I forget, here be me vote:
[X] Plan Between Hammer and Hard Place + Crimson Strike