LEVIATHAN
the supernova
There was a cooler head on the younger's shoulders it seemed on this day, rather than posturing and snarling, he was speaking bold and proud. The reflection, it seemed, had calmed him somewhat, and that was the making of a Sovereign. One that would reflect on their actions and grow from them, instead of storming forward like a hot-head. Leviathan himself had been hotheaded when he was young, and it had caused far too many problems, to the point where the kingdom around him had fallen and he had been shoved out by those he had trusted most at the time. It had been a dark time indeed, and he would not want to see it happen here in Solterra.
So now he approached, the titan he was, thick limbs moving him forward, his tail flicking as he drew up to a halt. He offered no words, unlike the one next to him, but he no longer offered a sneer on his face nor a sharp look in his eye. He seemed a little more proud instead, a silent acceptance of the other. He pawed at the ground, and turned his attention toward the one next to him, a woman speaking, and he found he respected her for it as well. As followers of Solis, they were all hotheaded in their own terms and fired up easily, clawed and snarled at one another and proved themselves through brute strength. It was their way, after all. It was just how they were.
"Council it is then. A wise choice." There was a softness to his words, and they lacked the sharp coldness they'd held at their last meeting. Rather than take a bite, he simply allowed himself to turn his head slightly, to look at the other and seemingly measure him up. There was no hostility nor alternative intentions with his gaze, it lingered, and he seemed to make his mind up on something, nodding to himself once and tossing his horned head to get his mane away from his face once more. It tangled again, and he breathed out instead, an epitome of calm and waiting for those that had shown last to appear once more.
So now he approached, the titan he was, thick limbs moving him forward, his tail flicking as he drew up to a halt. He offered no words, unlike the one next to him, but he no longer offered a sneer on his face nor a sharp look in his eye. He seemed a little more proud instead, a silent acceptance of the other. He pawed at the ground, and turned his attention toward the one next to him, a woman speaking, and he found he respected her for it as well. As followers of Solis, they were all hotheaded in their own terms and fired up easily, clawed and snarled at one another and proved themselves through brute strength. It was their way, after all. It was just how they were.
"Council it is then. A wise choice." There was a softness to his words, and they lacked the sharp coldness they'd held at their last meeting. Rather than take a bite, he simply allowed himself to turn his head slightly, to look at the other and seemingly measure him up. There was no hostility nor alternative intentions with his gaze, it lingered, and he seemed to make his mind up on something, nodding to himself once and tossing his horned head to get his mane away from his face once more. It tangled again, and he breathed out instead, an epitome of calm and waiting for those that had shown last to appear once more.
levi doesn't apologize but i mean at least he's trying to be nicer ffff
