LEVIATHAN
the supernova
Trial by combat, leadership by hunting, it's nothing that surprises him. It seems to date back to the old days, when such things were common occurrence, and he felt a flutter in his limbs.
He himself would not by gunning for a position such as Sovereign, he knew his place was not with gold on his head but with spear in hand and a battle cry on his lips. He was no leader but he was a warrior, a fighter, through and through. He would take this beast on as a challenge for himself and not for the crown. He was more suited to be covered in blood and scars than gold and silks, even if the Sovereign of Solterra was always going to be more gritty than most.
So he walked with heavy hooves, his mane swept back from his eyes, tied behind his ears in a loose knot of sorts from his face, the rest of it laying freely against his nape. His tail was braided unevenly, some bigger than others, the rest loose and kept out of the way. He was more prepared for battle than he would admit, and his heavy shoulders rolled at the thought of what they would be up against. A Teryr, but an elder Teryr. Large and frightening but nothing like the Sandwyrms that pocketed the desert.
This would be a trial for the entirety of the Day Court, and he found himself humming inwardly.
He was calm and collected, but there was a buzz under his skin as he looked from face to face, only to settle easily and flick both ears upward. He was ready.
He himself would not by gunning for a position such as Sovereign, he knew his place was not with gold on his head but with spear in hand and a battle cry on his lips. He was no leader but he was a warrior, a fighter, through and through. He would take this beast on as a challenge for himself and not for the crown. He was more suited to be covered in blood and scars than gold and silks, even if the Sovereign of Solterra was always going to be more gritty than most.
So he walked with heavy hooves, his mane swept back from his eyes, tied behind his ears in a loose knot of sorts from his face, the rest of it laying freely against his nape. His tail was braided unevenly, some bigger than others, the rest loose and kept out of the way. He was more prepared for battle than he would admit, and his heavy shoulders rolled at the thought of what they would be up against. A Teryr, but an elder Teryr. Large and frightening but nothing like the Sandwyrms that pocketed the desert.
This would be a trial for the entirety of the Day Court, and he found himself humming inwardly.
He was calm and collected, but there was a buzz under his skin as he looked from face to face, only to settle easily and flick both ears upward. He was ready.
