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Valoria is a semi-realistic lion post by post role playing site. We allow different colored coats and different color eyes than normal lions but we do not allow wings, oversized canine teeth, split tails, etc.
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KINGDOMS OF VALORIA
— Valoria was founded by and is owned by DEBAIN.
— Valoria's Admins are WINTER and NAYA. Co-Admin is ICE.
— Our staff is listed here should you need anything.
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— Table Saver by The Wild Realm
Rains seem to be on their way back. There are short showers, but the sky is mostly gloomy. The turn in temperature can be felt, and it's on the incline again.
CHARACTER OF THE MONTH
Heavy clouds linger over the valley and the tension is as thick as the promise of rain. The rogues have attacked again and this time, they stayed around. RC is now under control of NPC rogues. Check the lands out at your own risk.
The sun pelted down upon his hide, but the beast cared little. With an upturn of his lip, he paced leisurely into the barren wasteland. Smells crossed this place, so Korrin wasn't the least bit concerned about getting lost. It would seem that he wasn't the first, nor would he be the last to grace this desert. Eyes of amber peered out of his caramel face, expression hardened with both irritation and the heat of the day.
Korrin heaved an annoyed breath before he pressed onward, intending to find his way to the land - following the scent trails. He had to admit, there was a tantalizing few mixed amongst the perfumes... females.
Hecuba didn't frequent the borderlands as much as she ought to, but to be honest there were a handful of faces she wasn't terribly interested in seeing at the moment. Not that she had anything against them, she just wasn't in the mood to pretend everything was peachy between prides. Fortunately, she seemed to be the only vulture circling the carcass this time around. "Hello, welcome to Valoria." The queen approached confidently, damn near arrogantly, and studied the man with a curious glint in her seafoam gaze. "Passing by or looking for a purpose?" she rumbled, watching with extreme interest.
The beast made his way slowly through the desolate waste that was this "Borderlands" not that he knew what it was. The figure of another materialized from the ash, and he came to a standstill. Tangerine optics focusing on the female of ash and ebony as she approached.. Her gait and the way she held herself had part of the beast wanting to tear her back to where she belonged, and the other keenly interested.
Lips twisted into a sneer that was passable as a smile in some situations, fangs of stained ivory flashing beneath inky black lips. Though the dark slashes rose in the gesture, eyes of blazing orange didn't change from the cold edge that they held. "Valoria...And you?" Deep baritone slipped from deep within his breast, gravel tones unused to speech with another. He looked at her with a myriad of emotions, filing what he found away for future use.
A charmer, it seemed. Hecuba wasn't entirely enthralled when she met a man who couldn't answer a simple question without looking like the devil, but hey, perhaps there was more brain to him than he let on. "Hecuba, queen of a local pride. You've stumbled across an area where many come to recruit, so tell me, what is it you seek?" If he wanted blood, she could very well give it to him.
A pride queen.. And just what was she doing outside her pride away from her king? There was a subtle twitching of the muscles that wreathed his frame, causing the fur to ripple slightly. "What a coincidence." There was a twist to his lip - his version of a smile. "It would appear that I have come to the right place. A pride is in fact what I seek." He opted to play it 'nice' so to speak. Korrin wasn't exactly one for pleasantries.. but he would act the part when it suited him.
"And your pride? Your King?" Certainly not strong if it was the female out doing the recruiting. Korrin's snort of derision never made it past his lips, eyes of gold never wavering as he waited her answer.
Akuma had not arrived quite in time to hear the first bits of greeting, he was however close enough on the approach to hear the rogue male his gaze rested upon state he was looking for a pride and ask his Uncle's wife for details on the coast. With a faintly amused and overall calm and welcoming smile on his features Akuma slowed his approach to a stop about seven feet or so from both lions. He gave his Aunt a slight nod of acknowledgment (She was a lioness yes, but she was family and so would get politeness and some measure of respect as was due) and then focused on the rogue.
"I am King Akuma Casimir of Zantera Falls. My pride may appeal if you prefer a home with a traditional structure, feel free to ask any questions you may have." Not rude, but certainly to the point. This guy would be interested or he would not. Akuma had no interest in 'paw holding' or trying to lure with honey. He did after all only want members that could get along with his own personality and ideals.
The only reason the Duchess is meandering by the border was for duty; her fierce loyalty to her family - and thus Drakon - whom she found a suitable Patriarch for the family, made her approach the scene. Despite having been beaten by Hecuba, she is in time to catch Korrin's response and Akuma's approach. Ocherous gaze stares devoid of emotion from behind the threads of her mane and the dark cover of her mask as she appears to Hecuba's right. Thinned lips coil at the edges, thoroughly unimpressed with either Akuma or Korrin in this moment, and her voice is rough as her lips part. "The King is not relevant to this conversation," The cool dismissal of his question could not be conflated with lack of respect to the King, quite contrary; she held the most respect for Drakon, though Hecuba she did not know well. "The question should be what you could offer Ekacia Coast; not what comforts we can give you." Drakon had been clear; they did not live lavishly, they were expected to serve and to be useful. Did the thought of this terrify the rogue? Was he threatened by women in power?
As Akuma approached, Hecuba offered him a respectful nod. "Good afternoon, King," she said with a wry grin. Although it wasn't entirely convenient that he'd gone after an allied pride, she felt it quite poetic that Jyzara had fallen. Before she could return her attention onto Korrin and offer him any kind of response, one of the Tollaire women arrived and spouted off with such confidence that Hecuba had to resist the urge to flirt. Instead, the queen simply returned her attention back onto Korrin to see how he would handle the information.. because Astucia wasn't wrong, to be fair.
The beast had waited for the womans answer, his tail tip twitching near his hocks. Another had arrived, and Korrin's pumpkin gaze turned towards the new arrival with a little less contempt than he had the earlier arrival. This one introduced himself as a king. Zantera Falls, king... it would seem. He asked if Korrin had questions, and in fact, the beast found that he did.
At least, he would have had some had another female not approached. Eyes snapped to this newcomer who spoke to him as if she had the right to do so. She spoke with the air of one that knew not her place, and something within the lion S N A P P E D. almost audibly in fact. Korrin would attempt to launch himself at the second female, ears flattened into his russet mane, tucked away from damage.
Dirt flew behind the beast as his claws sank into the dry dirt of the borderlands terra and boosted his speed and balance. Korrin's head was lowered, aligned to his spine as he made his initial attack. Red coated his vision and it had narrowed to just the quarry he had in his sights. The woman who had tried to talk down to H I M. A female who had it in her head she had a station that was above someone with an actual mane.
Tail flung out behind his form for balance and ease of changing directions. Eyes remained narrowed through the haze of red that had narrowed the world to the two fighters. Lips curled, fangs bared to best protect his vision. Muscles along his frame would remain taut, spring loaded and ready to throw his bulk in any direction he might need. Shoulders were pushed forward as he attempted to cross the distance between himself and his target. Russet mane was sticking on end, thick, wiry guard hairs to protect his jaws and throat.
There was a moment of clarity in which the beast had to wonder if the mop she called a mane belonged to her or if she had to kill something to get a taste of what it was like to be the superior gender. Jaws parted wide as cognition once more faded into the depths of rage and ire. He attempted to tilt his head to his left in an attempt to close his jaws across the females right shoulder, on the outside just to the front where the meat was thickest. He would be attemptingto get a grip upon her flesh with his bite.
'Good afternoon, King,'
He smiled slightly wryly back, he liked her 'ok' to be honest...a rarity for females. "Greetings Queen Hecuba." he rumbled lightly in return. And then, before the stranger had opportunity to respond a second lioness arrived also sporting the Coast's scent.
And one hell of a mouth and nasty little attitude.
His brows lower just slightly, the smile previously on his face tightening a fraction. "It is normal for a lion to inquire after all pride rulers. Are they expected to be foolish enough to risk joining half informed?" he drawled dryly at the stranger arching a brow just slightly and watching her with a sort of cool apparent neutrality.
This was his Uncle's lioness. He should not risk...unpleasantness. So his full opinions would be withheld. Besides with all the charm of a porcupine crossed with a skunk it was unlikely this female would ever gain any male supporters for her pride. He glanced at his Aunt from the corner of his eyes, curious to see if she approved of such rudeness from a coast representative. As queen and in the absence of his uncle it would be her job to correct and discipline after all.
And then....things escalated swiftly.
His full focus snapped back forward as the lion exploded into action. Tensing for a moment before it became clear his Aunt was not the target - but the insolent lioness instead.
Well shit. Akuma couldn't say the witch didn't have it coming, but that was one hell of an escalation. Even he would have given one verbal warning first. "Well this escalated quickly." he said to his Aunt while moving back and to the side in order to give the two fighters plenty of room. It looked like more than a 'humbling fight' ... far more... vicious and permanent. "Who is she to the pride?" he asked curiously...wondering how much his Uncle might be affected if things went sour for the lioness.