LEVIATHAN
the supernova
Wandering seemed to be a thing in his blood, something he did as he moved from place to place to place. Silly, really, he supposed, but it was something embedded in him since before his life altering meeting with some mischievous deities. A shake of his horned head, and he pushed the thoughts away, finding his hooves pressing in to hard loam as his good eye focused. There were scorching reds and yellows, the colors of a land that beat down upon its subjects and those that dare tread in to tame it. Hues that he could see out of his bad eye (somewhat), and many that he could see in the ruby red gaze that he held in his remaining eye. He had roamed far and wide and found himself in his newest home. Once upon a time, chains had kept him down, and attached heartstrings. But now?
Now he seemed to drift wherever he pleased most days, and though he was a member of the Day Court in Novus, he still found himself meandering in to neutral territories. Here at least, he could find some semblance of peace for the day. He'd had plenty of sparring earlier, and though his muscles didn't ache, his mind seemed to be slow on attempting to keep up with his motions. He needed a break, something to allow him to stretch out like a proverbial cat and bask in the sunlight.
Actually... that wasn't a bad idea. A torn ear perked, and he moved himself, only to pause as he got ready to settle in a lovely little spot where he could soak up the sun. There was a call across the lands, and the beast shook himself, nostrils flaring as he turned his scarred body away from what was surely to be a pleasant nap. Instead, he found himself wandering towards the call, where he heard others, and he wondered vaguely what this so called Sovereign would be like. Many were hot tempered and with the wilds in their heart, many leaders before had been stupid too. Leviathan could only hope that perhaps this one didn't fall in to either of those categories, but judging by his screams, well. There was a wrinkle that passed over his war torn features, and he came to a halt, kicking up dust that colored his feathering as he stood in silence. He would likely have to hold his tongue, at least for the moment.
As much as he loathed, he had to be patient. Or not. "Good speech." He finally groused out the words -- Leviathan was never known for staying on the good side of someone. "You're attempting to rile us when there is nothing to be riled for. Careful you keep your personal views on others out of this, hmm? It wouldn't be the first time I saw someone's own agenda take over that of the people and lead them to wars." He scoffed. He could care less what the other courts did or how they acted, they were, after all, all courts and beings that thrived and lived. Sure they got the hard end of the stick here but.. he didn't see why someone had to lash out at the others for it.
All the same, he leaned his head down, brushing a scarred nose over one of his front legs until he lifted once more, arching an invisible brow.
Now he seemed to drift wherever he pleased most days, and though he was a member of the Day Court in Novus, he still found himself meandering in to neutral territories. Here at least, he could find some semblance of peace for the day. He'd had plenty of sparring earlier, and though his muscles didn't ache, his mind seemed to be slow on attempting to keep up with his motions. He needed a break, something to allow him to stretch out like a proverbial cat and bask in the sunlight.
Actually... that wasn't a bad idea. A torn ear perked, and he moved himself, only to pause as he got ready to settle in a lovely little spot where he could soak up the sun. There was a call across the lands, and the beast shook himself, nostrils flaring as he turned his scarred body away from what was surely to be a pleasant nap. Instead, he found himself wandering towards the call, where he heard others, and he wondered vaguely what this so called Sovereign would be like. Many were hot tempered and with the wilds in their heart, many leaders before had been stupid too. Leviathan could only hope that perhaps this one didn't fall in to either of those categories, but judging by his screams, well. There was a wrinkle that passed over his war torn features, and he came to a halt, kicking up dust that colored his feathering as he stood in silence. He would likely have to hold his tongue, at least for the moment.
As much as he loathed, he had to be patient. Or not. "Good speech." He finally groused out the words -- Leviathan was never known for staying on the good side of someone. "You're attempting to rile us when there is nothing to be riled for. Careful you keep your personal views on others out of this, hmm? It wouldn't be the first time I saw someone's own agenda take over that of the people and lead them to wars." He scoffed. He could care less what the other courts did or how they acted, they were, after all, all courts and beings that thrived and lived. Sure they got the hard end of the stick here but.. he didn't see why someone had to lash out at the others for it.
All the same, he leaned his head down, brushing a scarred nose over one of his front legs until he lifted once more, arching an invisible brow.
don't mind him omg
