Within the snowstorm, the black-clad figure stands with narrowed eye, his gaze cast towards what seemed to be a recurrence of his past cloaked in snow. Leviathan approaches beneath the swirling snow, a hulking figure in the storm, except -- except the body that melts from the snow isn’t the stallion he remembers, but rather an impressively-antlered elk. A shiver rolls down his spine as he stares impassively at the creature coated in ice, the barest twitch of his lips the only hint to his displeasure. Leviathan had been there, he’s sure of it, and yet he finds himself sure of nothing as the two lost beasts lock eyes with one another. A shiver traces down his spine like iced-over hands, both of them ever so silent within the storm raging around them --- And then the Elk turns, and something inside him shatters once more, that piece of him that has watched everyone in his life turn and leave. He follows, heedless of the danger, uncaring of the risk presented. He doesn't think he cares anymore, if only he can avoid being left behind. |
