OOC: This little topic is so people can get to know the leader of my country. You all are welcome to post your leaders’ responses to this. There are quite a few laughs here, as well as some violence and profanity. I apologize if I offended anyone.
A news report appears, showing the Vulshainian Confederate News and Media Network (VCNMN) logo flashing on the television screens of many around the world.
A news broadcaster explains the situation,
"With word that the ruler of the Confederacy of Vulshain, Oykieke Chaney, has abdicated the throne after suffering a massive stroke yesterday, a new monarch has been elected. Because of his failing health, the Royal Congress of Vulshain decided to begin elections for a new monarch as to prevent political instability a few weeks ago after Chaney was rushed to the emergency room after having a heart attack.
The Congress has revealed the name of the new ruler as being Samuil Rainard, a former military captain of the Vulshainian Confederate army. Rainard was selected from a list of potential candidates to ascend the throne. Many citizens have expressed their joy of having a young, and patriotic leader. While many were happy with Chaney as ruler, critics are quick to point out that he had neglected improving our country’s relations with other nations. Others had expressed concern due his lax policies dealing with eliminating the remnants of the Republican Regime that was led by former Presidential Viceroy Merrill Rivers, who is still at large and wanted by the World Assembly for war crimes committed during his reign.
We are now going live to the Confederate Palace where the new monarch will be crowned. Following his coronation, a press conference will be held where reporters from around the globe will ask questions of our new and young leader."
The screen changes, now showing a young and attractive vulpine in his late 20s wearing a long dark brown double breasted greatcoat with red piping around the collar and front, embroidered collar tabs and epaulettes, a gold auguillette, and a peaked hat with a visor having gold metal leaves around the outer edge and embroidered gold wreath with metal cocarde. The breeches had red officer stripes. His uniform adorned with many awards, medals, and decorations, he walked down towards the throne of Vulshain where a bishop of the Celiam Methodist Church, a priest of Laiatan Protestantism, and a Vayan Catholic bishop awaited to crown him.
The vulpine’s silky and sleek fur is red, blue, and white, but with streaks of silver and black. His strange fur pattern gave him an unique, yet attractive appearance. He has two bluish-black markings on his white and red muzzle that start at the corners of his eyes and end at his nose, forming an arrow-like shape, similar to that of a fox. White fur begins right under his nose and cheeks and moves down his chest.
The top part of his long red ears are edged with black, but have three white stripes on the botton part of his ears. A silver stripe starts at his forehead, goes between his eyes and stops at his nose. His left eye is green, while his right eye is crystal blue. His long, bushy tail is red; the tail tip is white, with a ring of black fur separating the red and white furs. His hands are covered in dark blue fur, although his fingers and palms are white. He has two earrings hanging from his left ear. Several female vulpines and lobos among those gathered wave and shout cheers at him.
“So, now I’m going to be the target of every women’s affections. Why did I have to inherit both of my parents’ good looks,” Samuil thinks to himself. Security is tight as several humans begin to throw insults at him.
“Hey filthy animal, you stink! Restore Rivers,” yells one human who tries to throw a rock at Samuil. Military police grab the human as he struggles as he is arrested and beaten with batons. One vulpine citizen tries vainly to claw the man’s eyes out.
Suddenly, one of the human protesters breaks through the security as he swings a metal pipe at Samuil. As Samuil dodges the blow, he grabs the human’s arm and bends back behind him. As he does so, he trips up the human. As his attacker falls, Samuil grabs the his foot and violently twists, the sound of bone breaking can be heard. The human screams and curses as pain rips through him. Samuil grabs him by the hair and slams the man’s face into the floor several times before lifting the man back up and punching him the jaw. Blood and a couple of teeth fly out of the man’s mouth as he hits the floor, this time not moving.
Straightening his uniform, he turns and heads back to the throne as police yank and drag the unconscious human away. Many vulpines shout cheers and praises at him.
“That’s showing him,” yelled a vulpine boy as he sits on his father’s shoulders waving a small flag of Vulshain.
“Yeah, show those naked monkeys what for,” said a young lobo teenage girl who then blew him a kiss.
“Show those sorry excuses for humans what happens to racists in Vulshain,” a human man cheered.
Samuil smiles and waves at his people.
He arrives at the foot of the throne, and knees before it, removing his hat. The priests sprinkle holy water on his head before they shower him with flowers, bits of grass, and leaves. The clerics ask St. Aiya, God, the Den Mother, and Vulshain’s patron saints, St. Jorkett VI and St. Kitsuniva, to watch over him. Placing his right hand on a Bible, he raises his left hand and says the constitutional oath of ascension, “I, Samuil Rainard, do solemnly swear, in the performance of my powers as the King of the Confederacy of Vulshain, to respect and protect the rights and freedoms of the Confederate people, to observe and protect the Constitution of the Confederacy, to protect the sovereignty and independence, security and integrity of the state.” Upon finishing the oath, the golden crown is placed on his head. He gets up off his knees and sits on the throne.
“Behold the new King of Vulshain!” The people cheer, shouting Samuil’s name over and over again as the national anthem is played.
* * *
As Samil straightens his clothes again, he glances at his note cards several times as his tail moves back and forth from nervousness. “Okay, Samuil, you can do this. You can do this…” He walks to the large podium, and sees the large number of reporters of various species and from various nations getting ready to bombard him with questions. “Crud!” He swallows his fear and approaches the podium.
“Ladies and gentlemen of the press, I thank you for coming today to witness the ascension of the new leader of Vulshain. I hope in the coming years, that I will prove a capable, wise, and just ruler. Vulshain has persevered through many trials, one of which was the our great nation being oppressed by the tyrant known as Merrill Rivers, a man who refuses to this day to admit the equality of all species. All are equal in the eyes of Heaven. I know that many humans are still chained to Rivers’ lies and deceits, but I hope that I can prove to you all that all are capable of greatness.”
Suddenly, a human reporter raises his hand. “Please refrain from asking questions until the speech is over.” The human lowered his hand. Sighing, Samuil continued, “I know that I have much to prove, but I am determined to make my home into a great and prosperous nation once more.”
Just as he put down the note cards, the same human reporter raised his hand. “Yes,” Samuil asked.
“King Rainard, why did brutally beat up that human protester?”
“That man attacked me and I was forced to defend myself.”
The same human continued, “But, isn’t that your bodyguards’ job?”
“I am no coward. I will not hide behind someone else. If someone attacks me or threatens my country and her people, then I will fight back.”
“So, you’re saying that if someone pushes you, you’ll push back, without giving diplomacy a chance?”
“Well, defending oneself from an armed protester is one thing, but in the arena of nations, diplomacy is needed as one can gain a truer victory through peace than through violence. Although, military action is needed, in order to protect one’s home and loved ones.”
“Is it true that you’re single?” This question caused several chuckles from the crowd.
“Um…Yes, I am, but…” Before the human reporter could continue, another reporter, a vulpine female, raised her hand. “Yes,” Samuil asked.
“King Rainard, what do you plan on doing about the recent arrival of refugees from the tiny Ibius region in the north, what with repeated reports of ethnic cleansing occurring over there?”
Before Samuil could answer, the Ibian reporter stood up and screamed, “Lies! There is no cleansing in the Ibius Region! These so-called ‘refugees’ are nothing more than fools who are running away from their problems to some animal-controlled excuse of a nation.”
Samuil growled softly as his claws scratched the podium as he held back a few choice words. “No one is accusing of anyone of anything,” Samuil replied, hoping to cool tensions. “To answer your question, Vulshain is ready to receive these refugees with open arms. These people have been through a great deal of hardship, and we, Vulshainians, as a compassionate people must be there to support them.”
Suddenly, a shoe flew by, narrowly missing Samuil’s head. Several armed guards began dragging the Ibian reporter out of the room. As he was removed, the Ibian shouted, “Animals! Monsters! Fiends! We shall burn your unholy nation to the ground! We will cut off your tails, declaw your hands, and shave your fur off! Ibius supports humans! Forever!” He continued his ranting even as he removed.
“Does anyone else have any questions?”
The human reporter from before raised his hand again. “King Rainard, tell us, what is your opinion of Selvala McEva, the leader of Vekaiyu?”
“I have not met Ms. McEva yet, but I plan to in the coming days when I begin a tour of several nations–”
“But surely you have seen and read about her from newspapers, magazines, the television, the Internet?”
“Yes, that is true, but–”
“So, from what you know about her now, what do you think about her?”
Samuil was struggling with an answer. “Why is he asking me this? Great, another person that thinks we are animals.”
“Well, um…Ms. McEva is very beautiful, and attractive. She is…um…intelligent–”
“You do realize that she doesn’t have a formal education,” the human reporter said.
“Intelligence doesn’t always have to be from an education. Intelligence can come from wise mind, which is another one of her qualities as she is wise and strong.”
“I wasn’t aware that vulpines had any upper body strength, since vulpines lack fat.” This comment caused several humans to laugh. Several vulpines growled and cursed under their breaths.
“I was referring to her strong iron will. She has restored her country from a war-torn nation to a prosperous country.”
“Yes, but according to reports she became leader after she assassinated the previous one…Max Venavle.”
“That is true, but it wasn’t an assassination.”
“Pardon?”
“Max Venavle attempted to rape her, and she killed him in self-defense. In my opinion, she is someone who doesn’t like to be push around and that she is independent woman who deserves respect and admiration.”
“So, it would seem that you two share the quality of standing up for yourselves.”
“Yes, that is true, but, since becoming the leader of Vekaiyu, Ms. McEva has proven a strong, wise, and exceptional leader.”
“She has prohibited elections.”
“Only until the country is fully restored.”
“So, do you plan on dating her?”
“What!?”
“Or, are you put off after the scandal two weeks ago where Ms. McEva got drunk, took off all of her clothes, and streak through the streets shouting profanity at the top of her lungs?”
“I wasn’t aware of any sort of scandal. Surely, you are mistaken.”
“Why am I not surprised.”
“Excuse me?”
“You beasts stick together, covering up each other’s mistakes, it’s a wonder you can get anything done. So, you think she is attractive?”
“Yes, but–”
“So would you immediately marry her if was to walk through those doors right now?”
Samuil was doing his best not to pant. “Damn it to hell! This guy won’t shut up!” “That would be her decision. If she was to–”
“If she was to beat you senseless and tell you never to look in her direction again, you would what?”
“I would respect her decision. She isn’t an object to possess, she is a person who must be treated with respect.”
“Ah, so this explains your supportive views on women’s rights.”
“Yes, I believe in the rights of both men and women. No one should be discriminated against based on anything.”
“If she accepted your proposal to marry her, what would you do?”
Samuil’s mind screamed as he fumbled for the words, as he began to blush red. “Yes…I mean…maybe…only um…I don’t know!”
Suddenly, questions were being thrown at him from right and left. Finally, he snapped. “QUIET!” The room became quiet.
“Ahem…I apologize, but it is late, and I am tired. I thank you all for coming, but I have to get some rest for I will contacting Vekaiyu to discuss arrangements for a meeting with Ms. McEva.” Samuil quickly got out of there as the questions began to be hurled once more.
OOC: Okay, for those who are trying to figure it out, that reporter was trying to embarrass the heck out of poor Samuil, and apparently it worked. And no, Ms. McEva didn’t run around naked. It was a lie. Samuil, despite being popular with the ladies, has a hard time interacting with them. He’s actually shy, despite being a tough guy.
