LEVIATHAN

the warrior returns

What in the hell had happened while he was gone? He took one measly little vacation and the whole of Solterra went to shit. Gods, it was ridiculous. He thought they'd be able to at least keep themselves together, not piss off the gods and get things stirred up.

All the same, the titan shook himself off, grunting as he stepped inside the structure of the capital, blinking one ruby eye, turning his head so he could see. The scarred eye was still the same, covered and milky, useless now. Once upon a time -- before his vacation -- he'd been able to at least see blobs of color. Now? Now it was just.. nothing. Weird, really, but he'd come to accept it over time.

Leviathan drew in a breath and stomped a hoof, listening to it echo about in the area, before he snorted slightly. God, he'd have to ask for his old job back, wouldn't he? Warrior and blacksmith. "Don't tell me you're all holed up somewhere in here," he called out. His voice was the same boom, his scent was the same. The only difference was the damned look given to him.

You take one dip in an Oasis and the gods play a prank on you and you come out looking like some weird ass zebra.