Posts by LUCERYS TARGARYEN

[center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]His wife was dead. And their daughter was no longer theirs. Lucerys had been living alone for the past several months in a small cottage on the outskirts of clan territory. He received his news by letter - word of his twin brother's ascension to the Iron Throne, his subsequent engagement to two BloodClan queens, word of their mother's rise to leadership in BlizzardClan, and the birth of two new half-brothers. Of course, he was proud for all of the new fortune - it was bringing honour to the Targaryen name. But life was growing lonely in his little house on the moors.

Lucerys had never particularly liked life in Westeros, at least during the time of Coriolanus's rule. The old Lannister had never liked the Targaryens, no matter what he claimed to profess, regardless of his pretences in putting Lucerys up to "advising" Jonsi. Lucerys had grown bored of their falseness and thin-paper claims to honour and fairness. How could the old Lannister claim to be fair when he dared to regard the Tyrells as the underdogs in a competition where all of the other neutral houses had quite literally sided with the Tyrells over the lone Targaryen house?

But the old Lannister wasn't king anymore and thank the Seven Gods for that bit of mercy. He was a sorry king who was unable to do anything to save the dying kingdoms. It was only when Jaehaerys had taken the throne that Westeros had managed to claw its way back to relevancy, allying once again with former friends such as ShadowClan, BlizzardClan, and BloodClan. That fact wasn't nearly acknowledged enough for his liking.

The pale grey dragon stood at the borders now, waiting in plain silence to be noticed. Westeros' ranks had grown considerably since the reign of the old Lannister. Surely, he would be happened upon far more quickly this time. Nothing would delight him more than to be greeted by his brother again. Like the first time, there was still only one reason for his presence.
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[center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]This would be his first meeting since he had returned to Westeros. It was a bit strange to see Jaehaerys sitting on the Iron Throne, but nevertheless the sight pleased Lucerys immensely. Their Targaryen ancestors had sat on the Iron Throne before - their grandmother and aunt doing the same in the more recent years. This felt right. Taking a seat amongst the rest of the gathered Westerosi, he simply observed in silence. He knew none of the names, but perhaps now was the time to start learning them.
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[center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]When he heard of Jaehaerys' assassination of course Lucerys was fucking pissed. That was his blood spilt - Targaryen blood. But unfortunately even their great power was unable to bring back what was dead and meant to stay dead. So he would just have to settle for destroying Westeros instead, it helped that he had hated living here the whole time - although he was pissed that Bill Cipher was tagging along. Of course they wouldn't be taken seriously if they had showed up empty handed so they had destroyed a few clans along the way - SpaceClan, BoneClan, the Tribe of Eternal Summer, and the Pyrrhia. Bully. Landing at the Westerosi borders, he distractedly kicked at a stone in boredom. Where were all the villagers?
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[center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Westeros and StormClan. Bill Cipher had tagged along when Lucerys had made his first visit to Westeros but it seemed that StormClan wasn't important enough to garner Bill's interest. Hmm. What did that say about him then? Either way, Lucerys were here and he was ready to spread some fear. Really, this was in all for the good of the clans - they had to root out the weak to leave room for the strong to grow and grow. But he doubted the StormClanners would see it that way. Snorting dark smoke from his nostrils, the pale dragon landed at the edge of StormClan territory, clawing out bunches of grass out of boredom. He didn't have time to wait all day.
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[center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]His pale grey eyes flickered towards Bill, exhaling a heavy cloud of smoke before his steely eyes turned onto Fortinbras, the new High King. Just the fella he wanted to see. "Yes, I heard, but I'm not here to see the sights," the beast rumbled in response, his eyes cold as he sized up the new sovereign - nothing physically impressive nor a strong personality as far as he was being treated to. Shame. Of course, there never was anyone who could compare to Jaehaerys - Fortinbras hadn't had a chance to begin with.

Lucerys was done with sentiments. "No, no, my - " He cast Bill a long side glance. " - associate and I were just dropping by for a quick chat, came to give you, your fancy titled lords, and your humble Smallfolk a heads up for what comes next." When would the fear and uncertainty end? When they got bored with destroying clans perhaps. "See those 'shooting stars' up there?" The massive dragon pointed a long claw at the darkening sky, a streak of with copper and white. "Well they're also known as meteoroids and if you bothered to check on your friend, SpaceClan, you would have known that we blew them up." His mouth curved into a crooked smile. "We hit the Tribe of Eternal Sun, BoneClan, and the Pyrrhia on the way here too. Small pickings but you gotta build up to the main course, right?"
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[center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Simple. All of them simple and unimpressive by every measure. But he supposed that it was no serious surprise, considering that they had been much the same back when he had known StormClan, although the faces seemed different. This was a political backwater, truly. He would like to see StormClan blasted out from the earth - they were weak, much like BoneClan, SpaceClan, or any of the other two destroyed clans had been. Smiling fools - although he was amused when he saw one of them slipping out from behind their leader. Had he had been hiding behind her legs? As a frightened child might cling to their mother's skirts? Lucerys certainly sensed fear, and truly that only fuelled his loathing for them.

"The End Game is coming for you - we are coming for all of the weakest clans, the parasites struggling for life to hold onto the backs of the strong." Wretched, mean animals. "So call this a friendly warning - more than you deserve, truly: shape up or get ready to ship out. We have already destroyed BoneClan, the Tribe of Eternal Summers, SpaceClan, and the Pyrrhia on the road here. They were small fish really, but StormClan's not much better off so I wouldn't start relaxing anytime soon if I were any one of you, so spare me your 'tough', 'brave' words. None of you are prepared for the destruction our meteoroids will bring and have already brought."
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[center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Lucerys snorted, casting Paris a fleeting glance, amused by the child's bravado. "Are you deaf or just dumb? I warned you not give me any 'tough' words, your little play at looking strong is more pitiful than anything else." His large, wide wings expanded, ready to take off. "I'm done here." And then the pale dragon was away, off to visit family.
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[center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]ShadowClanners. Lucerys' pale grey eyes were cool as he regarded them. Before he had left the clans (for what he had thought would be for good) the pale dragon had never formed much of an opinion on the anti-clan. At the time BloodClan had been the dominant anti-clan (or perhaps he had some personal bias) and because Lucerys' own family had connections in BloodClan, he had never truly looked at ShadowClan twice. But things were different now. And it seemed that the ShadowClanners wanted to stand on the right side of history. He could approve of that much.
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[center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Lucerys had met his brothers. Aleksei hadn't seemed to have warmed up to him much, but Mieczyslaw's feelings towards him seemed less certain, less set in stone. The dragon would have liked very much to improve his relationship with his brothers, especially because now that Jaehaerys was dead and gone, Lucerys' acknowledged family was down to only a few animals: Sweetophelia, Tsubodai, Mieczyslaw, and Aleksei. He would have to put some effort into establishing good ties with his half-brothers; but in the mean time his mother had received him quietly warmly.

He had mentioned a word or two about the End Game and their pursuit but the BlizzardClan leader hadn't been too concerned. Lucerys had assured her - whether or not even one of the five lieutenants could influence Uluare's course of action - that BlizzardClan had nothing to fear. His ambitions were to weed out the weak, leave room for the strong to thrive. As of the moment, there was no clan that could rival BlizzardClan - a sentiment that had seemed to please his mother. Nevertheless Lucerys was going to scope out the territory while he still had the time. In a few days, he would be joining Bill - despite his own hatred for the other male - in his conquest to burn down the Rebellion of the Terminus. Shortly after which, Lucerys was going to drive out the Khanate. It was a task that the dragon firmly believed he was quite capable of accomplishing, even on his own. Despite his alignment with the End Game and even the fact that he had been dubbed a lieutenant, the Targaryen was reluctant to interact with his "team mates". Recruitment had certainly not been his idea. But as of the very moment, the dragon was striding along the edges of the mountainous island, examining the transparent walls with vague interest. Clearly they were not glass or he would have sooner shattered them.
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[center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Oh shit. It seemed that Bill was turning against his own group. It sucked to be them, but Lucerys simply scorned them for not seeing such a move coming. Bill was a traitorous idiot, and even Lucerys despised having to work together with the other as "Lieutenants". But Lucerys certainly wasn't opposed to causing a little mayhem here and there. Scorching the Rebellion of the Terminus seemed like an activity right up his ballpark.

But there was no need to bother with sticks, Lucerys simply razed the path before him with the fire produced within himself.
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[center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Hearing a voice, Lucerys turned, his slit-like eyes narrowing further when he heard mention of a unicorn. A unicorn? The large beast glanced over his shoulder, expecting to find a horned horse grazing in the grass behind him. No such thing. His flat gaze returned to Gingerbread, realisation dawning on him. Lucerys would have liked to give the serval a sharp smack on the head, but he had resolved to keep his temper in check while he was lingering in BlizzardClan territory. After all, he wanted to make a good impression on his younger brothers and keep his mother satisfied.

"I'm a dragon," he corrected gruffly, his wide wings expanding as if to further illustrate his point. "A unicorn is a horse with a horn, have you seriously never seen a horse before?" The young Lieutenant frowned then, as Gingerbread touched his own limb, making no move to accept the Paladin Trainee's handshake but neither did he pull his scaly skin away from the contact. "I'm Lucerys Targaryen."
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[center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]It was done. Felt damn good too. Lucerys was returning to BlizzardClan territory now, his pale wings stretched out far as he glided through the open air. The edges of his expansive wings had been charred dark by the defenders, but considering he had slaughtered them all with relative ease, the Targaryen was hardly concerned with his flesh wounds. The Khanate had been easy pickings - they were nomads in their own territory with no permanent camp structure. The warriors had come at him first, and he had mowed them down with fire before turning his attention onto the leader, the bold Temjulin, who had once sought so stubbornly to wage war against the Exiles. Temjulin had had to go of course. And after the leader was taken out, Lucerys had turned his attention onto the women, children and elderly. He hadn't prolonged their suffering - he wasn't a sadist in contrast to whatever others might believe - but their ends had nevertheless been violent, hot, and painful. But their screams had stirred no remorse in him.

Settling into the campgrounds, the massive dragon glanced around. "Are there any medics nearby? I got into an accident."
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[center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]"I've destroyed the Khanate," Lucerys spoke up simply, despite his own disinclination against mingling with this ragtag group of baddies Uluare had managed to scape together. "Wiped them off the face of this world - warriors, women, children, and the elderly." And he hadn't needed any damn meteors to do it either. Targaryen fire worked just as well.
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[center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Lucerys' pale blue-grey eyes turned onto the BlizzardClanners as they approached - Iselotta, Jacob, and Benjamin. He recognised none of them and had likely never met them or simply didn't remember meeting them. "Just now," Lucerys replied to the Head Medic's first inquiry, his tone cool. "About an hour ago," he clarified. Not exactly "now" but that was about the time it took the massive dragon to fly back from the Khanate to BlizzardClan. "Yes, I can." It was why it hurt like a bitch, but Lucerys was disinclined showing weakness to the BlizzardClanners, even if he was seeking medical aid now - he was proud but he wasn't stupid.

His gaze then flickering over to Jacob as the pup slowly summoned a apparently frightened greeting, Lucerys simply grunted in response, in acknowledgement. He wasn't in the mood to humour children. When Benjamin spoke up, Lucerys' eyes narrowed further, irritated by his French. His mother might have been fluent but Lucerys must certainly was not. It was rude to speak a private language in front of others out of the know. But amazingly enough Lucerys managed to hold his tongue. He had to stay on his best behaviour to please Sweetophelia and to look good for his little brothers both of whom he still sought to win over. "Lucerys Targaryen," he rumbled in turn, an exhale of smoke leaving his mouth and a hint of pride in his voice as he revealed his Valyrian heritage.
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