#sion-theundeadjuggernaut

[lightshielded]

sion-theundeadjuggernaut replied: silence bottom

that’s SWITCH to you, thank you!

[visionofnoxus]

👀 pucker up buttercup I'm going in dry.

The general motioned gently with his finger for the juggernaut to turn around. There was an almost sensual side to the command. Almost. “Let me see your backside, oh great champion” The General said out loud in low soft tone. As the behemoth complied, somewhat confused no doubt, Swain waited with a baited breath, his mouth drying with nervousness. Then, as the full 180* was reached, he gave a sharp, assertive command to the enormous hunk. “CHARGE!”. 

It broke the door. And the wall across the corridor. And a few people on the way. But Swain knew there was wall thick enough in there somewhere. When Sion would hit it, maybe he’d snap out of it. If not, the general would be long gone. “That man is sheer muscle and barely any brain” Swain admitted while heading for the door. He was not sure if he should be impressed or disappointed that such a specimen existed.

[tenebriiis-archived]

🤚

[ ♥ ] -  There are certain things in this world she isn't prepared for, neither would expect at all in Centuries of existence... But this one was just the cuspid to the unimaginable. Why would she even in the wildest dream encounter such scenery with the Behemoth? Especially when it came to a simple & kind visit done to Jericho for a Trifarian Meeting, not for her to basically feel a freaking wall against her derriere coming in such a sudden & unkind manner, & by such a being! It made her let go a loud yelp -almost a scream- and stumble out of her heels to the point of fading out of his sight at the hit, only to re-appear a couple -many couples- of meters away. 

Blessed be these dark magics preventing any grave hurt or the Matron was sure that was going to be the 5th time to lose a Host body in a stupid manner... but still her paleness was absolutely gone & her face was as bright scarlet as a Snowdown's light, along with the perplexed & furious glare, as her porcelain hands attempted to cover & sooth the pain of her flesh even if beneath the silks of her skirt, who of course did nothing to offer cover anyway. 

“How dare you?! ...And to what do I own this now?!” Patience indeed was lost, & fear was nowhere anyway on a daily basis, & damn it, it still hurt.

[ofironloyalty]

sion-theundeadjuggernaut replied to your post “”

"And we saw yours, fair warning. I am quite sure the grand general can in some way fly. So try something else than a cliff."

❝ i would never commit such treachery, you are out of your mind. ❞ 

way to poke a nerve.

[fierrum]

"So you now hold .. my title."

it takes him some time to reply. “…indeed.” darius has never been for many words and talking to the former general is no different.

“although your legacy is far more than simply a title.” he’s read upon the say of sion’s demise, how the noxians cried out in anguish at the loss of the army’s finest. “you have accomplished what we — i aspired to be.” a brilliant general, waltzing through the battlefield and coming out victorious. but darius knows that no one will mourn him — when he falls, only the deafening silence on the streets of noxus will follow him to his grave.

“we can only strive forward to strengthen the noxian empire even further. with your aid, noxus will only be more and more in your debt.” general, noble, soldier, commoner — for darius, the titles meant nothing. war takes everyone equally — that’s something both of the generals know very well.

[lightshielded]

@sion-theundeadjuggernaut replied: "Do you squeal in bed like you squeal on the battlefield when I stick you?"

‘ well, that’s not a very fair question! how am i supposed to compare when you’ve never hit me? ’

[ofironloyalty]

sion-theundeadjuggernaut replied to your post “. . d.arius’ chin though.”

It's not as good to sit on as mine.

remind me to have yours broken so i can return what has been stolen.

[lightshielded]

@sion-theundeadjuggernaut​ said: 🔥

IT PAINS HIM TO ADMIT IT, but the behemoth was by all accounts once a fine soldier. loyal and unyielding. a trait seen in demacia’s finest heroes. and, had he been on a more desirable side, that trait alone would have made him attractive. unfortunately for him, he served noxus, an equally undesirable trait. not to mention, he was by all accounts slain one hundred years ago, and the living dead were things he pitied not enjoyed. still, even through it all, he seemed to maintain the physique and strength of his life, even if he was much warped. a graveyard and an insult to his past, but the king could see the essence of a ONCE handsome man beneath. ever slowly his thought gave rise to his voice, continuing his thoughts aloud. ‘ ah, but your best and most fine trait is that jaw of yours. oh, i do wonder who made that? ’

muse attraction admissions – accepting