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fight me - Leviathan - 08-20-2018
LEVIATHAN
the warrior returns
Winter, lovely. Leviathan had seen enough of it over his life, what was another season of it to a grizzled warrior like him? He sighed, scuffing a hoof through the dead grass and kicking up a chunk of the white fluff, watching the snow fall back and wrinkling his nose a little. He preferred the heat of Solterra to this, but who was he to complain when it was his own damn fault for wandering off in to the lands of Ruris?
The titan shook his head, sending locks of black and white tumbling before moving forward, groaning as joints gently clicked and bones ached. He was due for a fight, wasn't he? It'd been far too long, and his bones were weary from lack of use in combat. He was getting stagnant and he hated it. It was rare for him to go too long without even so much as a spare, and the itch was under his skin, the need for brutality, the hit of bodies, of hooves, of teeth. The clash of warriors.
He missed the singing in his veins from it.
A sigh exhaled from his lips, and he flicked black tipped ears lazily, lifting his head with a grunt and shaking off snow that had accumulated on his nape once more, sending it scattering off down to the ground where it belonged. Winter was a dead time of the year in more ways than one. No one was around, it seemed, either. Probably holed up somewhere, huddling around fires for warmth. Pathetic.
The titan shook his head, sending locks of black and white tumbling before moving forward, groaning as joints gently clicked and bones ached. He was due for a fight, wasn't he? It'd been far too long, and his bones were weary from lack of use in combat. He was getting stagnant and he hated it. It was rare for him to go too long without even so much as a spare, and the itch was under his skin, the need for brutality, the hit of bodies, of hooves, of teeth. The clash of warriors.
He missed the singing in his veins from it.
A sigh exhaled from his lips, and he flicked black tipped ears lazily, lifting his head with a grunt and shaking off snow that had accumulated on his nape once more, sending it scattering off down to the ground where it belonged. Winter was a dead time of the year in more ways than one. No one was around, it seemed, either. Probably holed up somewhere, huddling around fires for warmth. Pathetic.
@ any! || gruuuuuump
RE: fight me - Israfel - 08-20-2018
Israfel
Fire, indeed.
Solaris danced among the skies, ignited and aflame, letting the beauty of her fires proclaim her own arrival. Her large, elegant frame was covered in churning, crackling flames, the phoenix twisting in the skies as she danced the way only her breed could. Cresting upwards, wings beating the cold air, only to spin and arc, diving downwards at a rapid pace before her wings outstretched and caught wind, slowing her descent.
She was pleased to be out of the rain, even for a short time. Israfel could feel the thrill in her bonded’s ignited breast. It was contagious, spreading and coursing through her body like wildfire, and as one, they traveled, leaving Terrastella behind for a short time. As one, they soared through the skies, letting the cool air brush along their bodies, only to be chased away by Solaris’ passionate flame.
A free spirit, gypsy soul, Israfel was a warrior with too big a heart and a mouth full of biting sarcasm. The daughter of a God and a Saint, she had lived, died, and now lived again, reborn in both flames and rainwater. This life? It was a gift. A second chance. Yet it was also a lesson.
To live, she had to change. Israfel embraced that change, cloaking herself in it like a second skin.
Let the world see her and tremble. Good? Yes. Alignment? Eh... Slightly chaotic, a little bit neurotic. Passionate, fierce, and determined. Fighter of evil? Maybe. Maybe not. Despite all of her time in Novus thus far, despite all of her time living this second life, there were questions that did not yet have answers. Soon, maybe, she would find them. For now… For now, she would simply coast the skies and relish what it was like to feel alive.
The Eluetheria Plain stretched out beneath her, covered in glistening snow and brittle, yellow grass. The occasional tree dotted the canvas, marring the otherwise perfection of it all. A solitary figure sloshed through the snow, and Solaris’ superior eyes spotted him first. Lavender eyes narrowed, and the burning phoenix turned and wheeled about in the air to return once more to her charges’ side.
’I count only one. He should give us no trouble.’ The Sun Daughter snorted, rolling vermilion eyes.
“Good.”
Path altered, Israfel angled herself for a landing a good distance away from the monochromatic figure, not giving him much attention at all as she landed rough upon the snow covered earth. Golden hooves dug through snow and dirt from the landing, gilded wings outstretched, and Israfel eventually jogged to a halt. Her hair lay in a wild mess about her shoulders, barbaric and untamed, and the Warden straightened her posture with a roll of one slender shoulder. Wings furled, tucking themselves back against her sides. With a flick of a golden-tipped tail, burning vermilion eyes shifted to glance in the stranger’s direction.
A cursory glance told her all she needed to know; he was a stranger. She didn’t know his name, nor did he smell familiar. Fine with her.
With a great, bellowing cry, Solaris’ ignited body descended from the air to perch upon Israfel’s shoulders, just above her wing joints. The massive red phoenix regarded the stranger with a cold, lavender stare, blatantly judging him.
“Don’t mind us,” Israfel called in a sing-song sort of way, clearly not caring if she disturbed this brute of a man or not, “Just passing through.”
Solaris danced among the skies, ignited and aflame, letting the beauty of her fires proclaim her own arrival. Her large, elegant frame was covered in churning, crackling flames, the phoenix twisting in the skies as she danced the way only her breed could. Cresting upwards, wings beating the cold air, only to spin and arc, diving downwards at a rapid pace before her wings outstretched and caught wind, slowing her descent.
She was pleased to be out of the rain, even for a short time. Israfel could feel the thrill in her bonded’s ignited breast. It was contagious, spreading and coursing through her body like wildfire, and as one, they traveled, leaving Terrastella behind for a short time. As one, they soared through the skies, letting the cool air brush along their bodies, only to be chased away by Solaris’ passionate flame.
A free spirit, gypsy soul, Israfel was a warrior with too big a heart and a mouth full of biting sarcasm. The daughter of a God and a Saint, she had lived, died, and now lived again, reborn in both flames and rainwater. This life? It was a gift. A second chance. Yet it was also a lesson.
To live, she had to change. Israfel embraced that change, cloaking herself in it like a second skin.
Let the world see her and tremble. Good? Yes. Alignment? Eh... Slightly chaotic, a little bit neurotic. Passionate, fierce, and determined. Fighter of evil? Maybe. Maybe not. Despite all of her time in Novus thus far, despite all of her time living this second life, there were questions that did not yet have answers. Soon, maybe, she would find them. For now… For now, she would simply coast the skies and relish what it was like to feel alive.
The Eluetheria Plain stretched out beneath her, covered in glistening snow and brittle, yellow grass. The occasional tree dotted the canvas, marring the otherwise perfection of it all. A solitary figure sloshed through the snow, and Solaris’ superior eyes spotted him first. Lavender eyes narrowed, and the burning phoenix turned and wheeled about in the air to return once more to her charges’ side.
’I count only one. He should give us no trouble.’ The Sun Daughter snorted, rolling vermilion eyes.
“Good.”
Path altered, Israfel angled herself for a landing a good distance away from the monochromatic figure, not giving him much attention at all as she landed rough upon the snow covered earth. Golden hooves dug through snow and dirt from the landing, gilded wings outstretched, and Israfel eventually jogged to a halt. Her hair lay in a wild mess about her shoulders, barbaric and untamed, and the Warden straightened her posture with a roll of one slender shoulder. Wings furled, tucking themselves back against her sides. With a flick of a golden-tipped tail, burning vermilion eyes shifted to glance in the stranger’s direction.
A cursory glance told her all she needed to know; he was a stranger. She didn’t know his name, nor did he smell familiar. Fine with her.
With a great, bellowing cry, Solaris’ ignited body descended from the air to perch upon Israfel’s shoulders, just above her wing joints. The massive red phoenix regarded the stranger with a cold, lavender stare, blatantly judging him.
“Don’t mind us,” Israfel called in a sing-song sort of way, clearly not caring if she disturbed this brute of a man or not, “Just passing through.”
@Leviathan - Oops.
RE: fight me - Leviathan - 08-21-2018
LEVIATHAN
the warrior returns
As much as company would be preferred in this current wasteland, Leviathan wasn't sure he actually wanted it at the moment. He missed the warmth of Eden at his side, her voice, her challenges, the spars they took out on one another and the laughter as they mended wounds together. God, he was a lovesick fool, wasn't he? It'd been too long since that, and he found.. well, he wasn't exactly disgusted with himself by it. He wasn't denying it. He enjoyed it.
Stirred out of his thoughts by a creature nearby, Levi pinned his ears back, glad they had at least decided to land a good distance away as they kicked up dead grass and snow, clods of dirt from their landing, and his good eye roamed over their -- her -- wings. Somewhere deep down there was an ancient ache that reminded him of the freedom he'd once had in the skies, before the cruelty of the deities had stripped it all away.
Perhaps he watched her a little longer than he intended, lost in his thoughts, before there was a loud cry that grated over his ears and he squinted that ruby eye of his to see a great bird of flame, wrinkling his nose a little. Damn bird. He only rolled the eye in its socket, its twin doing the same, no matter how useless it was for his vision.
"As long as you don't try to bury me in snow and dirt, I don't really care what you do." Or you know, keep the damned bird by you. He grit his teeth a little, but shook his head instead, lowering it and nosing at the snow to find more brittle blades of grass, scrounging for some sustenance. It was dead but it was still something for his stomach before he took a journey back to Solterra.
Stirred out of his thoughts by a creature nearby, Levi pinned his ears back, glad they had at least decided to land a good distance away as they kicked up dead grass and snow, clods of dirt from their landing, and his good eye roamed over their -- her -- wings. Somewhere deep down there was an ancient ache that reminded him of the freedom he'd once had in the skies, before the cruelty of the deities had stripped it all away.
Perhaps he watched her a little longer than he intended, lost in his thoughts, before there was a loud cry that grated over his ears and he squinted that ruby eye of his to see a great bird of flame, wrinkling his nose a little. Damn bird. He only rolled the eye in its socket, its twin doing the same, no matter how useless it was for his vision.
"As long as you don't try to bury me in snow and dirt, I don't really care what you do." Or you know, keep the damned bird by you. He grit his teeth a little, but shook his head instead, lowering it and nosing at the snow to find more brittle blades of grass, scrounging for some sustenance. It was dead but it was still something for his stomach before he took a journey back to Solterra.
@Israfel || p e r f e c t