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[lyon-beast-king]

🔙👀 (Macarius to Heracles)

AGGRESSION   //   SEXUAL  TENSION .

PINNING

🔙   //   push  my  muse  against  a  wall .

LIGHTER

👀   //   grab  my  muse’s  jaw   &   direct  their  gaze  towards  yours .

They shouldn't be doing this, they had jobs to do, sure, they were on break but...Feeling himself be pinned against a wall in a dark room, with only light showing through the curtains, Heracles gasps as he has his face grabbed, being forced to look at those brilliant yellow eyes. Heavily breathing, the elder tries to stay calm, and yet, cursing himself, Macarius knew as composed and professional as he can be, that passion of his can get the better of him.

"Ah...ever clever, using a storage room no one uses..."

[cfabyssal]

“When I was a boy, my mother would tell me that one of the best things in life is the knowledge that our story isn’t over yet. Our story may have come to a close, but your story is still yet to be told. Make it a story worthy of you” (Throwing Macarius to Lahabread)

The wrath and the dawn book series quote rp meme

Staring up at a beast, dark as night, with flowing red man-like fiery, eyes hot, and wings broad and strong like a bird, Lahabrea gently pets the beast's long face gently as he looks it over, listening to the other. Once the younger was done talking, he was quiet for a moment before speaking up softly.

"Wise woman, you're mother."

[infernooftheivth]

❛ going home isn’t an option anymore. ❜

&. 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭��𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

said from the lone wolf.

The elder elezen looks down for a moment in the thought of all this. Home... just what was that? At this point, the closest thing to home for himself was the IVth. Still... That wasn't what Menenius was speaking of, of course. Looking up he gently speaks up.

"If I may speak frankly sir, I would like to ask something..."

[chainedwarden]

@snakeofgarlemald​ liked for a small starter

“I need you to arrest Noah.” The Emperor speaks plainly, and scans the man’s face for any reactions. “What? Are you surprised? Do you think you need to be a higher rank than him to arrest him? I need you to do this for me... If you can’t, it wont prove the IVth Legion to be very trustworthy, will it?”

[nossumusmanus]

He still remembered when the IVth Legion, taken over by the young Noah van Gabranth in his father's stead, had finally managed to overtake Dalmasca after months of war with the natives there. It was a time of awe, followed almost immediately by celebration; after the failed march across the Burn and into the Nagxia region, the measure of the Empire's reach had been called into question, even with all of their then-new Magitek advancements.

At that time, House Cinna had been surprisingly supportive of the IVth and their efforts, and had the utmost respect for Legatus Gabranth. He was, after all, so young, and it made his resilience and strength -- both physical and of character -- that much more impressive to Quintus in particular.

But that seemed ages ago now. Times had changed, and even with Emperor Solus's favor still in place, the perception of the IVth had shifted to one of questioning and uncertainty with regards to their competence. They had always suffered setbacks in maintaining their hold upon the territory of Dalmasca, but it was the Barheim Incident that really highlighted their difficulty in curbing the resistance forces. And without the two regions of Dalmasca under Garlean thumb, how could they hope to contend with the resistance forces in Nagxia as well?

Having to call upon the XIVth Legion for aid was not the most flattering of situations to find themselves in, and the overwhelming number of casualties on their side was... well, not good, to put it gentlest. On top of the strategic significance of their position there in relation to Nagxia, it was also a key point of trade between Othard and Ilsabard, making its presence under Garlean rule invaluable for transferring supplies.

Perhaps all of this was why the Ist's commander was watching with idle fascination as the newest batch of IVth Legion troops were preparing to leave again for Dalmasca. He wondered how many were prepared for what awaited them, and how many would come back alive, grim as it were to think about? It was no secret that a good number of the IVth's troops were conscripted from questionable locales and situations. Did they truly know what they were fighting for, or were they gloryhounds trying to, foolishly, make names for themselves as Noah had done so many years ago?

Or... perhaps they had different motives entirely?

One soldier in particular continued to hold his eye. Not out of suspicion necessarily, but curiosity moreso. Noah van Gabranth's friend and confidant: Menenius rem Lanatus, son of Lucius, reclaimer of House Lanatus's lost favor in the eyes of the emperor. Quintus knew a fair bit about him from Emperor Solus, from what he had overheard in the presence of Solus and the Senate, and of course what he had heard through the grapevine, so to speak. And yet never had he formally met the younger man.

Not until this moment, anyway. With arms folded across his chest, and his usual stern countenance writ plainly, he finally approached the high-ranking officer.

"Menenius rem Lanatus," was the simple, brusque greeting, spoken just loud enough to be audible above the surrounding chatter.

@snakeofgarlemald

[angelic-din-mortem]

Menenius: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no clue what to put in them. Suggestions? Lyon: Put spaghetti in it. Menenius: I'm currently taking suggestions from literally anyone but you. Angelic: Put spaghetti in it. Menenius: I'm currently taking suggestions from anyone but you two. Ra: Put spaghetti in it. Menenius: I'm no longer taking suggestions.

[senetaf]

“You might be new, but you’re looking at the top dog around here.”

The Viera sat perched on his bed, if one could even call it that. For it was a meager excuse of a bed, little more than a slab of wood propped up against a damp, grimy wall. The whole cell was inhumane, a cruel and merciless mockery of what any decent person might call a place of rest. He himself was a pitiful sight to behold. His once strong and sturdy frame had been worn down to a mere shadow of its former self, his once sharp and penetrating gaze dulled by moons- nay, years - of cruel and unyielding oppression.

At the approach of his oppressor on the other side, the warg's eyes flashed with a furious, animalistic rage. His hands, gnarled and twisted from the many long hours spent grasping at cold, unyielding bars, clenched into fists. His teeth, still sharp but jagged from neglect and malnourishment, snarled in defiance. What was there left for him to do? What other recourse did he have but to fight against the very forces of tyranny and oppression that had brought him to this dreadful place?

And yet, even as he railed against his captors, a disobedient smirk crept across his worn out countenance. For there was a spark in him yet, a stubborn refusal to be broken by the cruel machinations of those who would seek to crush him. For he was the son of Fenrir, and a son of Fenrir he would remain. Even in the darkest depths of despair and oppression, he would cling to that single, shining truth, as a beacon of hope and defiance against the very forces of cruelty themselves.

"Why don't you come inside this cell and I'll show you who the top dog is?"

[lyon-beast-king]

Hearing the other's gentle voice speak up... ice-blue eyes look over at a window. When did Menenius' voice get so soft? Was it always so soft? Feeling himself being watched, Lyon slowly looks over to find his eyes get caught by the bright peach ones, making him pause for a moment. Ah... were those eyes always so nice to look at? Or was his age again, catching up to him?

Sighing, the elder closes his eyes and rests his head back, face facing the ceiling as he works on his breathing. "...Do I even have much of a choice in the matter? Or are you going to just grab me by the rough of my collar and drag my arse to the nearest water?" The Beast King replies weakly and dryly.

He knows the answer to that, and it quickly came. Being helped up, hissing in pain from the sores and wounds on his back and the soreness of his muscles and bones, before wrapping an arm around Menenius for support. "I swear...if the damn this is cold Menenius...I'm going to kill you..."

Shuffling about the small hut, Lyon manages to take it in a bit as he notices small details; the books, paters, lit lamps, oil...lack of cooking...was that a blanket at the dining table, if you can even call it that...damn...even the furniture has seen better days, sure is making back home look like paradise but...what got him more...was how quiet it was...empty...So different than the Castrum...Looking down, Lyon sighs at this but says nothing. To be expected of course, but...shit..he hated it...

Three times that he laughed at Lyon’s little jokes, more then he had done while alone and busy when he was concentrating on busting Lyon out of jail. Honestly he didn’t think he would laugh ever again since the six months was hell and even Pagaga did what she could but Menenius was miserable with Lyon by his side, he was miserable about what happened and blamed himself for the fact that Noah placed him in there cause of his failures. Besides, busting Lyon out was the least he could do so he could make it up to the elder but honestly… would it be enough to sate his guilt? For the time being yes since he has the elder back and now, it was time to get him back into shape of how he was before…..or at least close to it. Resting next to Lyon as his arm laid over the other’s chest, Menenius snoozed since for the first time in forever, he actually was glad for the lack of nightmares and the fact that he wasn’t waking up yelling in either pain cause of the burn or fright cause of the Nightmares that now included that damn weapon.

Without Basch to slowly wipe what the Empire had drilled into his brain since he was a child, there had been no way that he would have been the elezen that he was now. And yet, the moment that he was away from home and being taught something different, that’s when Menenius could start seeing from both sides, though….still calling his enemies savages cause they weren’t from the Empire…well that would be hard to let go for him. But learning to work with others and then especially Lyon and Sartauvoir with how they thought and acted. Looking back on it, definitely wouldn’t be something that he would forget since Lyon’s little memento still stuck with him all these years, ‘The lone wolf is weak, but together the pack is strong.’ 

That’s what they were and had been, the IVth was the pack and all of them played their strengths well. After many more hours of sleeping, Menenius’ eyes started to open, hoping that the past few days haven’t been a dream and feeling the body next to him, he sighed out happily as the snake curled into the elder more. Though they had to get up, Menenius grumbled as he lifted himself from Lyon’s side as he yawned quite a bit, gazing over to the windows that oops….that was more than 30 minutes. Ah well right? “Slept the day away it seems…….” Looking back over to see blue eyes opening up slowly, Menenius breathed out gently as nope, this wasn’t a dream but real before speaking up. 

“Ready to get up sleepy head? We slept more than 30 mins but…..think it’s time that I got some food into you.”

[ancalagxn]

Mun: Also hi hello......I’m alive.....

Where have I been?:

- Gposing hell in game cause omg.....so many ideas and I have the tools to do so cause I can’t draw but I can certainly smash two or more figures together with ease.

- brainrot over the 4th legion and two particular dumbasses to the point that I’ve been posting them on my twiiter account

- mostly on @snakeofgarlemald​ for the second reason alone and I apologize for not giving Anca more love, but giving minor garlean villains more personality and love is fun

- Also managed to FINALLY get both Samurai and monk to level 90 so I’ll be working on my ninja now

[magitekhearted]

Taking our giant mecha out for a stroll with @snakeofgarlemald . You know, ordinary, every day things.

[softheartedgarlean]

@snakeofgarlemald Why did he of all people have to attend to Bozja. He would much prefer to be by his Lord’s side. The heat was not new to him however, it was much drier than Doman weather. He pulled his collar up as he stared out at the desolate wasteland. Why even bother, both sides would shrivel up and die without the water and supplies from their respective Capitals. Asahi didn’t realize he was glaring. His bitter attitude accented by his folded arms and impatient sigh at waiting for the welcome that was supposed to be here. “What a waste of time.”  he huffed to his entourage.

[lyon-beast-king]

'i’ve never done something like this before. ❜ (Younger Menenius)

Lyon frowns with confusion and yet slight amusement. Staring at those peach brows, a brow raises as he snorts. "Wait seriously?" Bright blue eyes look him down and up. "Like...seriously, seriously?"

[cfabyssal]

"Did I stutter?" Lahabrea asks the other as he turns and faces them.

Looking back at the beast, he gently rubs between the eyes. "But you should have no need to worry. As long as it sees you as worthy of its presence and back, it will have no reason to do so..." Lahabrea adds, guessing he should at least tell the other that, at least they start to think this was some sort of creation needed to be, well, elsewhere.

"So far the creation has taken to Fandaniel, and some of the others, so everything so goes well..." Once it has been approved, it will be free to roam the lands and the sky to its heart's content... Till then, it shall be watched by the best eyes and cared for by the best hands. "This shouldn't be a problem for you, should it?" Lahabrea slowly looks over a bit at the other and stares... As if testing him.

Though one should respect their calling and serve it to the fullest nevertheless, it did not mean all understood that sadly, or even if they did, did not take it as seriously as they should. The mother was no different, one should make a story worthy of you, when all you are are but a piece to a bigger machine that was the Star, he can understand for some, they needed a reminder of that. "Notes and journals are a good thing to have..." Lahabrea replies simply.

However, as the other excuses his outburst, the elder simply slides a hand about the beast's face, down its neck, to its stomach before looking down at its four hooves. A simple, but charming beast nevertheless. "You are forgiven... Now then, as I was saying. It is a herbivore, but prefers grass and hey. It is also a distance beast, can be fast, but will want to wander off, luckily a is a herd animal when around its own kind, so keep that in mind..." What else was there to say. Ah yes. "It can also fly, obviously, so do be mindful of the wings, they are strong, but can nevertheless cripple the beast if injured... Oh, and do mind the legs, to get hit from its front or back legs, will cause serious to fatal injuries, so be careful there as well... Master Hermes already has all the notes needed to care for it, so any questions go to him or one of his men or women."

[infernooftheivth]

"Mind if I step in?"

Send "Mind if I step in?" For my muse's response to yours stepping in to help them out of a sticky situation...

How bothersome...and to think...this all happened because he wasn't a pureblood like them... Or even half... And he agreed to come here with Noah and Menenius and Lyon...

Staring at the Garlean soldiers before him, the Mage Knight frowns as his ears were lower than usual. It was one thing to insult Landis, it was another thing to insult him, but it was far different thing to insult his Legion, and those in charge of it.

So what if they were not pure bloods. So what he was an elezen, a freak? A savage? Why should he care?

He didn't...

Yet...

As his hands curl up, flames start to form in his palms as a single cold eye glares at the other three that dared to threaten and insult him and his masters...

It would be so simple...he could burn them alive here and now...and pretend they never met...

But if he was caught, and even if he defeated himself...they would side with a pureblood over a savage from a strange land...

Cowards...fighting in a place with unfair disadvantages. Truly so great and powerful, his arse.

However, hearing a familiar voice, the pyro doesn't move. "No need sir, we were just finishing up our conversation and go our separate ways, weren't we, gentlemen?..." They glare back, and even one snorted. What a bore... Were they really going to fight him here and now to make a point of who was superior?

[primalvessel]

@snakeofgarlemald continued from here: xx

Oh he knew. He knew very well that he had blood on his hands and a lot of it. A consequence of being a weapon for the Eorzean alliance unfortunately. A weapon could not avoid being covered in blood and unfortunately in war, innocents tended to be a regrettable yet unavoidable reality.

“The resistance is aware,” he replied flatly. “Of course they are, it’s what I’m good for, it’s what they ask of me.

“Unlike you however, I don’t fight to take from others. I fight to defend what’s behind me. They need not bloody their hands when mine already run red.”

At least he was under no illusions about what he was and what he did. The Tribunus would not be able to undermine him in that manner.

“It’s not my place to pass sentence upon you, but nor can I allow you to return to your Legatus.”

[nossumusmanus]

"So uh..... congrats on the win over the 3rd legion, Legatus van cinna....." Totally not him and Lyon showing up after everything has happened.

"Define a "win"," Quintus is muttering in response, clearly annoyed at the reminder of what transpired. Nothing like being played for the fool to instill pride within oneself, but if it was any consolation to him, Legatus Vergilia had fallen for the same bait.

He would ask where the IVth Legion had been during ... well, everything, but in truth, as angry and bitter as he is, he's also too damn tired to fight. So all the tribunus is getting from him at the moment is a sharp glare.

The words to express his ire would come later, if the other persisted in attempting to converse with him.