This keening soul;
Leto is ink, slick and black. She is the glimmering pitch of obsidian freshly mined from deep within Novus’ arterial caves. She is the shadow seeping out from the swamplands, the shade of ancient trees cut loose at the sounds of chaos.
In her silver eyes is the blood of the earth. It oozes, so utterly lurid bright and commanding. The earth is groaning. She is birthing, in blood and water, a monster that rises, black as pitch, from the waves of the sea.
The black monster, this looming creature of ebony stone, belches smoke up, up into the sky. And there ash swirls like snow and lightning flashes, red and violent and near silent beneath the earth’s forging groans.
The sea churns, made restless at the earth’s wild distress. Frothing waves thrust themselves up upon the sands of the seashore. They rake their terror along the Terminus’ beaches. Hissing in worry and crashing in despair they reach and reach for the horses gathered along their seashore.
The earth’s breath, black and fetid, spreads until even the sun is blotted from the sky. All becomes shadowed as the monster begins to rise from the deep. Beneath the earth’s wild grandeur, in the sights of her wicked birthing, Leto moves. At her flanks Ilati prophets step, over rock, through timorous children and anxious adults.
All of Novus’ hearts are trembling and even Leto’s rocks her chest. Her bells and bones are drowned out beneath this cacophonous happening. With those silver eyes, full of lightning, full of lava, she looks to her left and to her right. The whole of Novus is gathering. This is no monster come to plague each court. No, this is the world birthing a monster ready to swallow all of Novus.
At the corner of her gaze a king stands ready, amidst the raging sea. The waves crash against his limbs in exultation. But for Leto they roll in, clawing, dragging, begging. Yet the sea parts for her king, it holds itself back, heeding his command. The star girl's ears fall to her skull her lips peeling into a victor's smile. Darkness shatters in her gaze as her eyes glow, white, white, white. Oh it is the sea that makes her heart run wild, though her eyes return to the leviathan rising.
| "speaks" | notes: loooooong
***STAFF EDIT
@Leto has rolled a 3! She has been awarded +40 signos
