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prince rhun veinbound pierrescel | crown prince of chasque | michael b. jordan - intro; visage
prince zayir amarin shal'venar | second born prince of lysain | lucien laviscount - intro; visage

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A Multi-Muse Blog For Liathra RPG - Penned By Meg
prince rhun veinbound pierrescel | crown prince of chasque | michael b. jordan - intro; visage
prince zayir amarin shal'venar | second born prince of lysain | lucien laviscount - intro; visage
Morveth
Morveth is a dragon of immense size and formidable presence, his body built more for raw strength and endurance than sleek speed. His scales are a deep crimson red, though in shadow they often appear nearly black, giving him an imposing and almost volcanic appearance against the pale skies of Vissai’s mountains.
When sunlight strikes him fully, the true color of his scales becomes visible — a dark ember-toned red that seems to glow faintly along the chest, throat, and the inner membranes of his wings.
A crown of long, jagged spines rises from his brow and runs down the length of his neck, giving his silhouette a fierce and unmistakable profile when seen against the sky. These horns and ridges are darker than the rest of his scales, appearing almost obsidian in certain light.
His wings are vast and powerful, their membranes a burnt red that glows like heated metal when the sun passes through them. When spread wide, they create the impression of a living storm sweeping over the mountains.
Despite his intimidating appearance, Morveth carries himself with a calm and deliberate composure, moving with the steady confidence of a creature that knows its strength without needing to prove it.
𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖗𝖎𝖐; 𝖑𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖛𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖆𝖎'𝖘 𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖌𝖚𝖆𝖗𝖉 @ofswordandcrowns
Is that not Rodrik? I have seen them bearing the crest of Vissai, their loyalty worn plain upon their garb. They are said to have lived for forty-nine winters and are of the dragonrider folk (emberclaw bloodline), shaped by blood and custom alike. By birth, choice, or circumstance, they walk the path of a Lord Commander of the Ember Guard, a place they now hold in the world. Those who speak of them name them both watchful and reliable, though not without flaw, for they are likewise overprotective and stubborn.
𝖟𝖆𝖞𝖎𝖗 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖑'𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖆𝖗; 𝖘𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖉 𝖇𝖔𝖗𝖓 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖑𝖞𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖓 @ofswordandcrowns
JOE MANGANIELLO True Blood 4.09 "Let's Get Out of Here"
@acesofliathra
Slowly the velvet prince found himself rising from his slumber, head heavy and foggy from a night of pleasure - indulging in a variety of drinks that the Master of Revels had supplied at the party within Ritrinc that he found himself at - but that didn't stop the smirk that pulled the corners of his lips as he saw the nobleman in question staring out of the window. Slowly, and without a word, the prince of Lysain slipped out of the bed and towards the other man, moving to stand behind him as his arms moved to slip around his thick frame.
"Now, why'd you have to get out of bed? Surely you know I'm not done with you yet," Zayir whispered, leaning down to let his lips brush against the merman's neck. "Or am I supposed to believe that even Ritrinc's Master of Revels grows tired of pleasure?" His words were teasing, playful, as a hand slid down Corbin's taut frame to let a finger tease the base of the man's cock. "Did I wear you out, my lord?"
LUCIEN LAVISCOUNT Netflix — Justin Wu (2021)
is that not Zayir Amarin Shal’venar? i have seen them bearing the crest of Lysain, their loyalty worn plain upon their garb. they are said to have lived for 33 winters and are of the changeling folk, shaped by blood and custom alike. by birth, choice, or circumstance, they walk the path of a second-born prince of Lysain, a place they now hold in the world. those who speak of them name them both magnetic and daring, though not without flaw, for they are likewise indulgent and stubborn.
LUCIEN LAVISCOUNT Emily In Paris 5.04 "Rome Has Fallen"
@sycophantes
It was hardly his first time sitting in the small council chamber as his father's council spoke about the reports upon the kingdom, having sat through many of them throughout his upbringing as his father wanted him to learn early on what would be expected of him as he grew older, but it was the first time that he found himself in the chambers without his father. The King had fallen ill, and though he trusted his council to be able to carry out his wishes, he had insisted that Rhun sit in the meetings because Rhun, arguably, knew the kingdom better than some of those sitting at the table. And, truthfully, Rhun knew that he couldn't argue, given that he spent a good portion of his time among the citizens, helping out in the mines or working in the forge, so he often heard some of the things that the people would speak about.
But not all of them.
And he knew that there was one person that, arguably, knew the common people even better than he.
As the council dispersed, the stone prince looked over at the Master of Whispers with a kind smile. "Lord Dellamorte, would you mind staying a moment? I would like to have a word." Rising from his seat as the other members of the small council left the room, he nodded to the kingsguard to let them know to leave the room. With the knight closing the door behind him, Rhun looked over at the changeling that had found himself in his position on the small council.
"I need to ask you a question, but it is a question that I would rather not have leave this room. Do I have your confidence?"
@legendsvng
Many people often assumed that the kingdom of Chasque was often one full of violent people, that the giant's blood that ran through the veins of many of the people that lived within the stone caverns would be less "man" than some, but that was hardly the case. Truthfully, they were a very peaceful people, often wanting to stay within their own stone walls and keeping out of wars by focusing on their own - and that same could easily be said for the crown prince. Though many often expected that the stone prince would be a brute given his sheer size, both in height and bulk, that he would crave violence and enjoy the fight... but truthfully, he didn't enjoy it. He understood the necessity of being able to protect himself and hold his ground, but the thought of wanting to hurt someone was not something that had crossed his mind - and it was something he couldn't ever fathom doing.
Still, the Master of War had wanted Rhun to practice his swordsmanship on a weekly basis, wanting to keep the crown prince's skills sharp on the off chance that someone would try to attack him without the guard around, and Rhun was willing to humor the man if only because he could understand the importance. But there weren't many men he enjoyed sparring against, as most of the men were far smaller than him and he was afraid of hurting them if he went too far. One person that he wound up sparring with, on more than one occasion, was Tovyr, the Captain of the Stone Guard. The man, like himself, had giant's blood running through his veins and he knew that if anyone would be able to handle his strength, it would be Tovyr.
And he had come to learn that Tovyr enjoyed the opportunity to practice against someone that wouldn't crumble beneath his strength, too.
Of course, though Rhun was a capable fighter, he wasn't nearly as proficient as the knight that had devoted his life and his sword to the crown and often times he would find himself getting bested.
And that's how he found himself on his back, the Lord Commander's blade just a few inches from his neck. With a laugh, the crown prince rolled over and onto his feet. "One of these days, Tovyr, I will be able to get the best of you," Rhun said as he moved over to the Lord Commander and placed his hand upon his shoulder. "But until then, I will continue to learn every time you put me to my back." For a brief moment, the prince thought about making a crude comment about how he would like to put Tovyr on his back, but given that they weren't alone and they were around others knights - some of them that worked underneath the Lord Commander - he refrained.
Instead, he nodded his head. "Come, how about we unwind in the royal spring together? Consider it an invitation from your prince."
Tony Genius and Beau Butler in Give and Take (FS, 2022) dir. Steve Cruz
@serielsylvaris
If there was one thing that these festival was good for, it was being able to see people that he hadn't seen in years. Though he had a good rapport with a good number of the princes at the same position as he, especially those that were closer in age to himself, it was often hard for him to be able to see how the other princes and nobles were doing. Often too busy with his own princely duties, including finding a suitable match to help him lead his people and his kingdom, he never really paid much mind to the other princes unless it was an event like this. And for some of the princes, it became apparent that quite a few of them had grown since the last time he saw them.
One such prince was the youngest Sylvaris prince, someone about ten years his younger, and someone that certainly looked quite different than the last time he saw him. More filled out, more polished... and dare he say, more attractive? Perhaps that was what had drew him to the prince, or perhaps it was something entirely, but he found himself slowly moving towards the prince of Umoria with a smile upon his face.
"Ah, Prince Seriel... I almost didn't recognize you. You've grown since last I saw you," Rhun spoke as he approached the younger male. "Are you enjoying the festivities, or is this all too different from the forests of Umoria?"
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a chuckle escaped corbin's mouth as he heard the other man speak. although the sight of him wasn't exactly what he would call ‘fine.' blood and bruises littered the man's body, and corbin couldn't help but to shake his head. “you managed to best multiple other people? quite impressive, your highness." corbin says with a chuckle and a shake of his head. “still, do take a moment and humor me and let me heal up those injuries of yours.” the merfolk offers a smile to the other man.
“i doubt anyone would appreciate if they find the prince has been harmed, and would likely demand for some beheadings or executions. i'm more than willing to heal them up, unless that's what you would prefer?” corbin supposed that it was possible the prince had gotten jumped or that there was someone he was spiteful enough to want to be beheaded. but from what he has seen from most of the princes so far? the little troublemakers loved to sneak away. he's heard many of guards panicking when they realized they lost sight of their charge. it was rather amusing to the master of revels.
“we can even do it here if you would prefer?” he offered, figuring the other might not trust him to do it at his room. still, he shrugs his way. “either way, i assure you. my lips are sealed. i never saw you.”
The Umorian prince could only imagine what this might look like to the master of revels - or to anyone, quite really, that wasn't within the Umorian court and aware of the prince's... evening activities. Covered in blood and bruises, many would no doubt believe that he had been jumped by a thief or something of the sort, so hearing the prince speak about how he doubted those would appreciate finding the prince had been harmed had him chuckling lightly. There were many opportunities in his youth wherein he had been harmed far more than this, when he was still learning how to best fight and how to take hits, but he said nothing. After all, one of the rules about the tourneys he attended was that no one spoke about them.
"If you wanted to heal me, I wouldn't stop you, though I wear these bruises as a sign of pride." And considering the blood that was upon him wasn't his own, at least most of it, he knew it wasn't nearly as bad as it appeared. However, being able to hide the evidence of his sneaking out was certainly something that intrigued him, if only because he knew his parents would give him grief - yet again - for the fun he found himself indulging in.
"There's more than enough room in these baths for the both of us, wouldn't you agree?" Arix spoke, removing his tunic to reveal the toned abdomen he possessed. He might not be the broadest of men, but the muscle he did have was toned and hinted at the power in his frame. "Unless you would prefer we sneak to my quarters... But then... what would the gossips of the court say if someone were to see me pulling you into my chambers?"