#valamir

[critter-wizard]

my goal in this campaign was to make a sopping wet beast of a man, like crying sobbing on the ground everyday absolute normal guy, normalist of guy guys. he's SOOOO very divorced, he forgot that he smuggled drugs, he made carts for a living, he has a daughter named Suberu, he blew up his wife's house on accident, he was arrested for blowing up said house on accident, he's 46 years old and always sweating ... he's even bisexual.

[cassanderx]

@valamirx Location: All Fours on the floor but not in the sexy way

"Get up, old man," Cassander sighed once more as he found Valamir, the other at the bottom of a bottle faster than his lycanthropy could apparently keep up. It was a sore sight from where Cassander had enjoyed his time at the gym; it was much easier to get by there as opposed to the bar that every lycan liked to cram in to. For now, the massive muscle of drunk man was difficult to sit up straight on the bar stool, but it wasn't an unusual sight, either. "Hey," he snapped his fingers in the others face to try and get his attention, "Come on. It's time to go home."

[ofheliacal]

a gift for @valamirx, location: somewhere likely outside the lupo grounds all things considered notes: son, help me

Eric was no fool but they could often attempt to clumsily attain willful ignorance, grasping in the dark no matter what unholy creatures were unearthed in lieu of their heedless nature. The Exile clung to delusion, the idea that the Pythia was merciful and abject in their decision to allow him to slink away from the ranks of the Asphodel unharmed. They'd not felt different nor unchanged leading up to their last chat with the greater demon turned Sovereign but all changed rapidly the moment they sunk down upon the grit and sinew of a lycan heart. Teeth sank into the chambers of the organ, crushing it beneath their maw before it was near instantly turning in their stomach, the residual blood and muscle spat out as strained tears welled within their eyes. What the fuck? Eric doubled over, coughing as their lanky frame was basically possessed with pain, falling over the body of the young lycan who's life was severed the moment they'd found themselves within Rome. It was a shame their death was now a useless feat all things considered as Eric tossed the organ in tandem with the pain which seized them. They heard rustling within the bushes and though the scent was familiar a pained growl was emitted from their throat in warning.

[themansionwrites]

The snake, the bunny, the ram

Castor was finally getting ready to sleep, trying to follow the rhythm wasn't easy there, not when he is supposed to help with hide their tracks, and even since he was order to protect her he never though how far this should come, now was like being scared of every shadow and light around, any meaning that they were being follow, but lucky was on their side, no one was searching for them, even if they are hidden in plain sight.

Even since they all moved to one of Lilyth old palaces everything had calm down for them, of course the familiar feeling the place give them help to easy their nerves sometimes, and Valamir take change too easy and end up liking the place too, but even tho, they couldn't put their guard down, after all they hiding for a reason, or maybe more than one reason at that point.

Creeping to the window, so he could close it for the night make him remember how was his childhood with Lilyth in there, it really was such a rollercoaster, a lamia as the servant of the daughter of one of the feared succubus of the court and part of the Lilim empire, wasn't exactly a normal thing, not even in that world, and the silver sand moving outside with the wind make him remember every time they run on those yellow roads just to get her far away from her responsibilities and her mother pressure, it had been really a millennium ago?

Finally closing the window he crawl back to his bed, his thoughts can't be stopped now, his mind wonder even more near to his whereabouts now days, the reason they have being living in that palace for some years is really worth the joy and hurtful memories? he knew it was dangerous keep the things as they had, especially since THAT happened, and even if Valamir remind them how any of that is their fault and how all of that was necessary.

But anything didn't make the bittersweet taste go away, yes they are safe but this is the price, and he is a great warrior for Dharanendra sake, and he is pretty sure most of the others could put a great fight if that means keep everyone safe, but she, The StoryTeller, decide other way, sending them to different times and places of the baste universe, just to keep them safe, everyone hiding in their own way, but it wasn't even fair, they never had a chance to even fight back and everything was too fast.

Coiling in his place make him keep wondering annoyed the oh so many if's that they could do back then, but he knows it doesn't matter, Lilyth keep remanding him how the if's doesn't matter anymore, even tho is obvious in her eyes how much all of this bother her too, feeling this helpless isn't good to any of them, and even if the sweet Valamir keep that high positive attitude for both of them sometimes it isn't enough, but why bother with the little one, by itself is amazing how he always keep so positive and naïve about everything even with all the terrible things the little one has already pass throw, sometimes is scary how far the humans can go to win a war they made no matter the price and the little Valamir was the prove of the consecuences of this obsession.

His thought are finally interrupted, finally that dam plushy decide to whisper those six words he have being waiting for so long, probably in their original place it only seem as 4 years but there was so much longer, time worked different in every place and there was longer that it looks, and once the plushy said the words it self-destructed, just leaving a little cloud of gray smoke behind, the meaning was obvious, is finally done, a real place where all of them could be safe, of course it wouldn't be as fancy as the palace but it will really safe, for all of them.

Suddenly his door is kick open, Lilyth is on the other side with a smile on her face, she get the message too.

- It's finally done

She says, the relief in her eyes is too obvious and it make him smile, Castor didn't see that pacific look in a while.

- Yes it is master

He answer while he crawling to his now broken door.

- We can all finally go home master

At this she roll her eyes, it's been years and she still hate that he keep calling her like that, but he can't avoid it, some habits die hard.

-Yeah yeah I'm guessing we all get the message, that Jason didn't lie when he said he know what he was doing giving us all this ... messengers

Any of them could lie now, especially since they were the most sceptic about carrying everywhere those plushies, but it bring such a relief now that those bring the message they wanted to hear the most.

- I'm guessing I should go to have the suitcases ready?

She doesn't need to answer, he is already on it.

- I should go and tell little Valamir about this too, I bet he will get happy for this

This time she answer, a happy look as she stretch her wings ready to go to the other side of the palace.

- No need to Cass, I will go, he should be sleep by now and I want to wake him up to this

Castor nods, he has to pack all of the things they need and it will take him a while, and of course, he doesn't want to anger her so he just let her be.

Before he can even blink Lilyth was already flying away on the palace halls, letting Castor has just a moment to thanks the starts, to let them have again a place to call home, he knows what his duty will be once they get there, but it doesn't matter, he swear to protect her and that's what he going to do, no matter what.

A kick and a broken sound echo in the palace, near to Lilyth yelling the conversation.

- VAL VAL GUESS WHAT IT'S FINALLY TIME ... YES I KNOW

Castor laugh, he can almost see how Lilyth broke down another door and how Valamir is signing to her to show his own enthusiasm, just before he sign her a little scold for keep breaking the doors.

- WHAT DOES IT MATTER? WE ARE LEAVING SOON ANYWAY ... STOP BEING A GOOD SHOES FOR ONCE

Yes it definitive will be a show once all of them are together again, such short-tempered aura can ignite another one starting a chain reaction and everything will end up exploding in a funny way again, but what he could say, is just how is with their friends, and no matter where they came from or what are their stories about, they are all a big family...

- MASTER YOU WANT ME TO BRING YOUR GOLDEN CHAINS FOR HORNS TOO?

- AND WHY IN HELL YOU WOULDN'T BRING THEM IF YOU CAN BRING YOUR TONS OF GOLDEN CHAINS TO DECORATE YOUR SCALES YOU STUPID GOAT BRAIN ... WHAT? NO IM NOT SWEARING VAL FUCK IS A SWEAR NOT THAT ...

A family indeed and any of them could change it for anything.

[xylune]

@heavybomb

“*softly, low whisper* valamir's soft and supple hands. “

Rourk kept staring at Valamir’s hands. He didn’t know why; they were just hands. However, this particular lashran’s hands were unlike any other’s. The long fingers could detect and soothe any hurt in the body, kneading and probing sore muscles until the recipient was practically mush. Those hands appeared slender and soft, but there were callouses on the palms from weapon usage. Valamir was simply adept at softening them to a silk finish through regular usage of creams and essential oils.

Those hands could kill. They’d done it before, Rourk knew. For all his beauty and soft-spoken words, Valamir was possibly the most dangerous man that Rourk had ever met in his life. His hands could manipulate weaponry with deadly accuracy, yet they could also work magic on a beloved friend or partner.

“And just what are you staring at?”

Rourk blinked, and he forced his gaze off of Valamir’s bronze hands, busily kneading the dough for a bread loaf the elder was in the process of making. The blond haired sire felt himself blush as Valamir’s deep purple eyes met his. So direct, that stare. Even now, after knowing Valamir and being with him for this long, the lifebearer could tear him down with a mere glance.

“Your hands,” answered Rourk truthfully. “I was just thinking of the history behind them.”

“The history?” Valamir frowned a bit, and he paused to regard his own flour-coated hands curiously.

“Indeed.” Rourk smiled at him, loving him all the more for that humble and innocent streak in him. “Those lovelies have seen more battles than anyone I’ve known, and yet every time you touch me with them, I...well, you know the rest, don’t you? I think last night speaks for itself.”

Valamir gave a low, soft chuckle. He shook his head, and the illumination of the kitchen lanterns softly highlighted the subtle gold blending in with the deep red shade of his hair. “You’ve quite the imagination, my love.”

Enchanted, Rourk fixated on those auburn waves. He reached out to run his fingers through the thick, long length of the ponytail that Valamir had gathered his locks into for his baking endeavors.

“I don’t think it requires much of an imagination to visualize it all, once a person knows your past. If doubtful, all one needs to do is gaze into your eyes...gods, you’re beautiful eyes...to see the truth of it.”

“Are you deliberately trying to seduce me?” Valamir raised a brow at him, smirking slightly. “I do need to finish this loaf, Rourk. Welvryn is going to be tired and hungry by the time he comes home from the academy.”

“Of course,” amended Rourk, keeping their other partner in mind. He swore to all that was good that he had the best possible arrangement of any sire in Wyndrah. He had not one, but two stunning lifebearers to bed down with at night. It was really no wonder some of his colleagues resented him. “I suppose I’m just distracted, watching those hands at work.”

“Well and good.” The silken amusement in Valamir’s tone didn’t fade. “Perhaps tonight after we’ve shared our meal and settled down for bed, I can demonstrate some of the features you’ve lauded.”

“As long as they are the features that don’t include snapping necks,” joked Rourk with a grin. “I’m yours, always.”

“I wouldn’t dream of snapping this beloved neck,” assured Valamir. He took a moment to reward Rourk’s praise, leaning close to brush his lips against said throat to make the sire’s breath catch. “But let us leave this subject matter for later, shall we? You’re in danger of distracting me.”

“Ah...yes.” Rourk blushed again. “I’ve...distracted me too. Excuse me, lover.”

As he retreated from the kitchen to see to the sudden condition in his pants, Rourk heard Valamir’s soft, snorting laughter. He grinned in spite of himself. For all his grace and beauty, Valamir had the most quirky laugh.

-Ze End

[fyerbourne]

fanart for the midnight shield i do realize i gave them similar poses.

@pip400 has some of the best kids

[xylune]

While we’re on the subject of sims...here is my Valamir in TS3. I was pleased with how he turned out.