M A X E N C E AN IRIDESCENT SOUL
The weather, luckily, was foul on that particular day. Maxence had grown so tired of the relentless sun and just one drop of rain or a single cloud in the sky would do them all good - finally that one day came in the shape of a summer storm on the coast. Spectacular from a distance, but only at a distance. The raindrops came and went, the skys only ever parting for a few seconds at a time to reveal gaps of sunlight in the overwise darkened day. The canyon was silent with not even a single crow out to feast on the impressive carrion the Solterran's had left for them, but such was the way of the weather. The smell was nothing Maxence had not smelt before, that was for sure, though still he approached the rotting carcass with scrunches nostrils and creased eyelids; a crooked, twisted grimace. Hopefully Leviathan would arrive soon as requested; he'd hate to do this task alone. Maxence had planned to leave most of the skeleton here intact for the years to come. What better warning for an intruder than a giant Teryr skeleton? It also proved that solterran's could and would do just about anything if they simply wanted to. They didn't even have to kill this beast, and yet they did. What they would scavenge was another subject entirely. The claws, teeth and feathers he aimed to take for trophies, and if it could be done, he also wished to salvage the skin for armour or leather. It seemed the beast had near-impenetrable skin - a Teryr hide armor would be better than any plate and feather light no doubt. @Leviathan |
