LEVIATHAN
the supernova
The world had gone from a flurry of attack to suddenly what was the worst. Leviathan was no beast of the worst though, and his ears flew back as he turned his massive bulk toward the two remaining in control, his lip curling and bloodied front hooves pressing in to the sandy blocks under them. He left behind marks of his steps, and drew his lips back in distaste at both Seraphina and Avdotya.
Idiots, the both of them.
His ruby eye turned to them with a long and hard glare before he shook his mighty head and he drew himself up to his height. "Then stay here and cower in the walls if you must." He wasn't sure if Maxence was alive, but he'd be damned if he allowed the body to be torn apart by those beasts. "Even if he didn't surprise, getting the body back would be a damned good thing to do. No need to feed those creatures, and he died a warrior. A better funeral. But by all means, huddle together and whisper to one another what you will and stay behind the walls."
His words were accompanied by a sneer, and he turned his body, eyeing the runt's carcass before turning an eye skyward. Finding the nest wouldn't be that hard; it had to be in the canyon, where the first was killed, and he'd be damned if he just let them think they were victorious.
"If anyone cares to join me, you're welcome to. I plan to finish what the beast started." His horned head turned and he snapped his tail, surging in to motion, his forehooves and feathering still covered with the blood of the young Teryr that had been unlucky enough to be caught. So long as the beast couldn't fly from whatever hovel it was in, it was as good as dead.
Idiots, the both of them.
His ruby eye turned to them with a long and hard glare before he shook his mighty head and he drew himself up to his height. "Then stay here and cower in the walls if you must." He wasn't sure if Maxence was alive, but he'd be damned if he allowed the body to be torn apart by those beasts. "Even if he didn't surprise, getting the body back would be a damned good thing to do. No need to feed those creatures, and he died a warrior. A better funeral. But by all means, huddle together and whisper to one another what you will and stay behind the walls."
His words were accompanied by a sneer, and he turned his body, eyeing the runt's carcass before turning an eye skyward. Finding the nest wouldn't be that hard; it had to be in the canyon, where the first was killed, and he'd be damned if he just let them think they were victorious.
"If anyone cares to join me, you're welcome to. I plan to finish what the beast started." His horned head turned and he snapped his tail, surging in to motion, his forehooves and feathering still covered with the blood of the young Teryr that had been unlucky enough to be caught. So long as the beast couldn't fly from whatever hovel it was in, it was as good as dead.
oh boy
