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▶ Year || 502
▶ Season || Spring
▶ Temp || 43℉ (8℃) - 70℉ (21℃)
▶ Weather || The nip of Winter has begun to ebb away, replaced by the gentle embrace of Spring as it ushers in new life. Plant life peeks out from the melting snow and birdsong fills the air once more, calling drowsy residents from their hideaways. Slowly but surely, the continent’s hustle and bustle returns.


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Thread of the Season
A Path of Stars

Pair of the Season
Rhoswen and Raum

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"Like his companion, he steadies himself with the salt on his tongue, the sharp-sour smell of the sea like a fresh-split oyster. The beach, for him, is like an intersection between dreams and reality: endless, lulling, pungent and terribly dangerous. Realer than anything, and a mystery he will never solve. It is the only un-knowing he has learned to be comfortable with." From This Grand Show is eternal

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All Welcome - wash away my demons.
Leviathan — Inactive Account Signos: 360
▶ Played by Jekyll [PM] Posts: 48 — Threads: 8
▶ Male [he/him/his] Hth: 11 — Atk: 9 — Exp: 12
▶ 9 [Year 493 Spring] Active Magic: N/A
▶ 20 hh Bonded: N/A

the supernova

Good deities, he hadn't been this sore in a long time. Muscles ached and pulled as he walked, his back screamed from pain as every step tore open the wounds that laid across his spine. His chest was bruised and his flanks were covered with smaller scabs, and he seemed to walk with a delicate step.

His destination lay hidden in the harsh lands of Solterra, but he was glad to reach it when he did. Slowly, he waded in to the waters of the Oasis, the rushing music of the waterfall luring him like a siren's song. Every step was made with renewed vigor, until he was under the cascade of water and it splashed over his body. Sand and grit were washed away, the wound on his back made him clench his teeth and lower his head, but he pressed on. He was lucky that it had only laid in to the muscle, and not bone. Still, he'd have a nice scar next to his spine when it healed.

A story to tell when someone asked the 'Champion of Battle' what he had done for his position.

Leviathan heard nothing but the water around him, his ears moving forward and his mane sticking to both neck and head alike. It felt good to be washed off, to have the wounds cleaned by a natural source. At least he was smart enough to take care of his wounds, nursing them in the ways he knew so he didn't develop infections like an idiot. Like he'd done in the past.

A phantom pain seemed to throb about his shoulders, but he ignored it. Wings from a life past, before he was remade by the whims of mischievous deities. He hadn't thought about them in a few years now, and it was strange to have that phantom sensation, as if there were extra muscles pulling and pushing, splaying wings under the water to clean them, if he'd had them. Alas, he was merely Leviathan, the ground horse with horns. No wings. No red save for his eye.

All the same, he allowed himself to drift in thought, submerged to his chest in water under the falls, closing his eyes and slipping from reality, if only for a little while.

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