LIONHEARTS OF THE SOUTH (OPEN)

vnes

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LIONHEARTS OF THE SOUTH (OPEN) Jan 22, 2015 1:32:06 GMT -8

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Post by vnes on Jan 22, 2015 1:32:06 GMT -8

MAGNUS VALERIO

[The Lionheart.]

The winds blew cold still, carrying tells of winter just thawing in the North. The massive river swelled somewhat...a Southern storm had passed not more than a few days ago. No real damage. How much damage can a storm do to the stern and time withering stoneface of the South? The brute himself was likewise a massive galleon to behold, a solid brown figure standing in the face of the evening wind, his pelt shimmering in the fading sunlight. The stallion was a warrior. The bulk of him was built for battle and he had a few scrapes on his shoulder and belly. More would be added to the collection as he contemplated an expedition to the North. Change was in the wind and he was good and ready for it.

The Spaniard had reminded his son that courage was strength, but strength was not all-bearing or enduring. His son did not understand until much later when yet another rebellion broke out between the divided lands. The Spaniard's son was called Remus (the he did bear other offspring within his loyal band) and his son after him was called Zatarra who sired Magnus. The long tradition of warriors has continued down the line, their wisdom and method passed down in tact from one generation to the next. Magnus had been preparing his whole life, planning, scheming, waiting for his time to restore the Valerio clan to its former glory, only Magnus' vision was more reaching than that. He visualized a capital in the North and the South, a family that would rule both fronts. He had been declared a leader, his father having fallen ill with a disease of the bones. His health was frail. With the family crest now on his shoulder, Magnus hoped he might do for his family what none, not even the Great Spaniard could do.

He would have retribution on their Northern rival. Liber had been pestering him about the need to have an heir...should anything happen to him lest the name rest on the unstable mind of Liber. Magnus grunted. That could be the worse case scenario: to instead be the end of my family line because I was too reckless and impulsive. The North will still be there when winter has fully taken off and spring has arrived.

What makes you a man is

what you do when that storm
comes. You must look into
that storm and shout as you
did in Rome. Do your worst,
for I will do mine! Then the
fates will know you
as we know you...

-Edmond Dantes, The Count of Monte Cristo
(Alexandre Dumas)

NORTH||CERES AMANTIUS. SEPTIMUS AMANTIUSNAZEKA FERROS. KHALID LAZARO.
SOUTH||YSABELLE DE CASIENTO. MAGNUS VALERIO. LIBER VALERIO.

Chevy

BAMF Level: Magikarp

9 posts.

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LIONHEARTS OF THE SOUTH (OPEN) Jan 25, 2015 16:06:31 GMT -8

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Post by Chevy on Jan 25, 2015 16:06:31 GMT -8

The Red Devil

The brisk autumn wind blew gently across the lands, bringing the strong scent of water to his nasal cavity. Nostrils flared gently allowing every other aroma to come wafting in as well, to analyze the land before venturing deeper. This was not to be cautious; no in fact it was to note what prey lurked near the river. Vladimir was a predator, born into battle, raised on the iron liquid, and trained to live in darkness. Darkness had consumed this stallion at a very young age, it warped his mind and created him into the devil he was today. The sunlight lit the world with brilliant rays, bringing warmth and awakening life for the daylight hours. Saucer pan sized hooves slowly progressed forward in a motion similar to a drunken swagger, which was close to the stalking of a large feline. A deranged grin lay plastered on the crimson lips, as the lovely rays set fire to the chestnut hide and maroon mane and tail. Usually the Friesian bloodline held ebony coats, those as black as the midnight sky. Vladamir was a rarity born with a mutation of color, which was a common occurrence in the Grimm bloodline.

At seventeen hands he was not the largest of breeds, though where the oddity was in the structure of his bodice. Thickly built muscles, stocky and hulking in size. Muscles shifted with every slight movement his body made, thick legs carrying the beast closer and closer to the river's bank. The world was alive with sounds of the inhabitants and yet a cologne as well as rushing waters filled his senses. Rust hued eyes gazed slowly as he scanned the area, noting the other red hued creature. Smirking wildly as he sauntered toward him without any hesitation, while the primal gaze greedily shifted over every inch of the opposing stallion's frame. Every physical attribute was noted, it seemed both carried numerous scars, the reddish tones yet his were a darker hue, they stood at the same height and yet The Devil was thicker in build it seemed even if only by slightly. The Devil stood very close to the opposing male and spoke, "Waiting for someone deary...?" The baritones were thick and deep, noxious poison dripping from his every word.

Vladimir watched the brute carefully, though he was not worried what the being would do. Whether he would attack or perhaps he would become aggressive? Ah, the possibilities were truly endless and the malicious mind went wild with possibilities of this meeting. Ears were alert and acutely listening to the world around, also awaiting the response of the stallion before him. Vladimir was bold, blunt and in your face. Creepy indeed and made it a point to slide right under others skin, whether they enjoy it or they hate it Vlad seriously could not get enough. Nostrils gave a light snort as the devil's body shifted into a very relaxed position, showing to the other male one he meant no harm and two Vlad was quite self assured with his skills.

vnes

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LIONHEARTS OF THE SOUTH (OPEN) Jan 25, 2015 17:07:04 GMT -8

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Post by vnes on Jan 25, 2015 17:07:04 GMT -8

MAGNUS VALERIO

[The Lionheart.]

The dark galleon had caught wind of a presence approaching. The fact that he remained with his back to the South and his eyes to the North was a testament that he was unafraid. Or perhaps ignorant, but such was not one of his many qualities good or bad. Thorns remained perched until the voice of the intruder filled his ears. Magnus had pegged the presence as a familiar one. The South ran wild with rogue bands, everyone vying for numbers and power, all ultimately sharing the same goal: a lust for Northern bounty lands. The lands that ran rich with vegetation, the prettiest of femms, clean and crisp waters, and fruit bearing trees, and more favorable living conditions than the South had to offer. Of course Magnus did not consider to South so bad a place to live. The beast chuckled lightly, his lips curling when the laughter subsided. Deary? The virile did not hesitate to respond, even if he did not turn to look at the intruder.

"My friend I am dashing to say the least, but who would think the Devil himself would find me appealing." After saying this he dud turn to look upon the one who had approached and now stood beside him. His voice was likewise a baritone, somewhat deeper than the other's, the dark bay's tones however were lighter. They had not met in person, but there was a lot to admire about fellow Southerner that rivaled him in skill, numbers, and ambition. His warm hazel orbs fell on the other stallion. It was hard to read anything in those eyes other than his amusement. Magnus was always braced for a brawl, such exchanges were common over the most trivial of things down here in the South. He noted that the other likewise showed no signs of cowardism. Should he expect less of the Devil?

With a grunt, Magnus once again turned his eyes to the North, across the bank to where miles of desert waited to test the bold. "I am indeed waiting..." he paused. "...waiting for change. Waiting for spring." Spring was when the waters would return to its normal breadth, the currents would calm and sooth to some degree, and the one who dares to cross the chasm of water and fire that separated the regions would appear. The thought of it made his blood pump with vivacity. After a lingering moment more he backed and shook his mane out before turning to have a better look-over his for the moment companion. Still he smiled, those hazel eyes alight with curiosity and just a but of rivalry now. To be standing face to face with a Southern vandal he had admired but had yet to meet until now...there was something earth shifting in that moment. And he held his gaze waiting to see what more the crimson galleon would say.

What makes you a man is

what you do when that storm
comes. You must look into
that storm and shout as you
did in Rome. Do your worst,
for I will do mine! Then the
fates will know you
as we know you...

-Edmond Dantes, The Count of Monte Cristo
(Alexandre Dumas)

TAGS: Vladimir Grimm (Chevy)

NORTH||CERES AMANTIUS. SEPTIMUS AMANTIUSNAZEKA FERROS. KHALID LAZARO.
SOUTH||YSABELLE DE CASIENTO. MAGNUS VALERIO. LIBER VALERIO.

Chevy

BAMF Level: Magikarp

9 posts.

Female.

LIONHEARTS OF THE SOUTH (OPEN) Jan 28, 2015 13:25:01 GMT -8

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Post by Chevy on Jan 28, 2015 13:25:01 GMT -8

♈ladimir

The Devil was slightly surprised when the other creature chose not to run, nor make any quick movements. It pleased Vladimir knowing that this stallion was assured of his capabilities which was an odd thing to find now a days. No movements were given to even look upon Vlad's face at first, which brought a grim smile to the crimson lips. Ears alerted to the sound of the opposing masculine vocals, intently noting every tone and octave of the equine's voice. A deranged chuckle escaped the slightly parted jaws, oh this one would be amusing to say the least. "The Devil has grand taste..." The demonic tones hanging thickly in the atmosphere, mingled with noxious and charming tones. Nostrils gently continued to inhale and exhale, allowing the creature's aroma to be plastered into his memory for days to come. Finally the opposer looked upon him, as Vladimir met the dark hued eyes allowing him to analyze him physically as the devil had already done. Strength was a quality that the beast admired and not just physical strength, no a strength that resided deep inside others and was exerted from them unknowingly.

Vladimir watched as the stallion shifted his gaze back toward the North, curious as to what thoughts were swarming within his mind. As the answer flowed outward, The Devil grinned for he knew that this creature was not just waiting for Spring. "Something tells me that Spring is not the only thing you are waiting for and not the most important thing either." Baritones rumbling like rolling thunder, as the beast allowed his gaze to be set upon the borders. The North had never been something that the creature did not admire, never to dwell in the lands or to socialize with the opposing bloodlines. A light shake of the thick mane, being smacked against the well toned neck. As the stallion focused his attention upon Vlad once more, the beast spoke again. "Tell me what is your name, you delectable equine." The words were slightly demanding, but more so blunt. The Devil was not one to beat around the bush.

The Devil was a unusual being and did not care if others favored him or held distaste for him. He was himself. Vladimir shifted his weight as the hulking frame adjusted, muscles flexing lightly underneath the taunt flesh. Tail being swung back and forth like a pendulum. The stallion was interested to hear exactly what was dwelling in the opposer's mind, what were his plans? To invade the North or perhaps it went deeper than that? Maybe there was a rival that Vlad was unaware of between this stud and an Northern family. Either way, war and murder was always an enticing invitation and The Devil would not pass up such an event.

♈

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vnes

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LIONHEARTS OF THE SOUTH (OPEN) Jan 31, 2015 18:26:20 GMT -8

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Post by vnes on Jan 31, 2015 18:26:20 GMT -8

MAGNUS VALERIO

[The Lionheart.]

When south winds caught one's name and sent it throughout the regions and up to the north so they might also be shaken, such as a name to be wary of. Vladimir's laughter filled his ears and the son of Valerio only smiled in like amusement. "The Devil has grand taste..." It was good to meet another with a good sense of humor thought the virile to himself. "I would say so friend." Magnus made it a point to note the powers of the vast South. He had kept he little cadre limited to raiding smaller bands, and most were joined alliances rather than raids. The South did not need more casualties, they needed good soldiers. There was a reason Magnus called the other warlord "friend." There was no reason to call a Southern brother his enemy or foe, when the true enemy was a shared one. Many Southern born coveted to lush fields of the royal family, the rich vegetation of the north and for some the desert, and others the more favorable climates. For the chocolate hellion, the reasons were slightly more political and perhaps even a bit personal.

The two stallions stood on the South Bank, gazing across to where the North lay like a jewel on a window sill tempting thieves. Magnus had declared he was waiting for spring. It came as no surprise that Vladimir Grimm would see straight through the smoke. "Hardly..." spoke Magnus still with some amusement in his voice, not moving his gaze to the other brute. "Spring brings more than just blossoms. Opportunities may also be in bloom." The stag had done enough meditating for today and now fully turned to look upon the other stallion. A name was asked for...in a more than a little provocative a manner that made Magnus laugh. "The name is Magnus, of the house of Valerio." Valerio's were known for their military lineage, once a name in the North and now exiles of the South for three generations now. They were not known to be reckless or weak of heart, they were strong and for the most part honorable. Magnus was no exception.

There was little ill to be said of the other stallion either. The Devil rather lived up well to his reputation, and on sight he was clearly a force to be reckoned with. He could see the clockwork in the other's eyes. Vladimir Grim was playful in a sense, but no fool. Magnus grunted and gave himself a shake down before turning to walk away. Thorns flickered as he inspected the lithe, like checking for Northern bugs or spies. The South was no place for lazy senses as might be the case up North. "What brings you to the South Bank? Were you perhaps planning an invasion yourself?"
Magnus asked with intrigue. his own plans were to infiltrate the North with purpose and perhaps chance a meeting with the rival clan of the Valerios house. For such an operation to succeed with the unit returning more or less in tact, he needed capable numbers. Vladimir could fit the bill if he was one who could be trusted to some degree. Still the dark bay hellion smiled.

What makes you a man is

what you do when that storm
comes. You must look into
that storm and shout as you
did in Rome. Do your worst,
for I will do mine! Then the
fates will know you
as we know you...

-Edmond Dantes, The Count of Monte Cristo
(Alexandre Dumas)

TAGS: Vladimir Grimm (Chevy)

NORTH||CERES AMANTIUS. SEPTIMUS AMANTIUSNAZEKA FERROS. KHALID LAZARO.
SOUTH||YSABELLE DE CASIENTO. MAGNUS VALERIO. LIBER VALERIO.

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