LEVIATHAN
the supernova
He bled. Leviathan bled but the beast bled more, wailed in its last throes and finally went down. He himself had managed to get out of the way, somehow, pushing himself to a safe spot and panting with wide nostrils, his head held high, his neck and spine aching. Blood pooled over paint markings and spread down his flanks and belly, but he cared not.
Battered and bruised, the Solterrans were victorious over the beast. It had been a good battle.
Leviathan shook himself, his wet mane coming out of the bun a little, stray strands whipping against his nape before he blew out a haggard breath. It was done, and he only stood there, watching the beast, and feeling the trickle of blood. There was still an itch under his skin, his need to take a trophy. A feather or two perhaps, maybe a few bones. Certainly he'd prefer the feathers, to weave them in to his mane and tail and show his victory, as well as the scars that would dot his hide.
His spine would have the biggest, from shoulder to rear from where the titanic bird's beak had neatly laid him open.
A sigh, and the warrior felt the adrenaline beginning to ebb out of his system, and he began to walk slowly. For the most part, he nodded at the new Sovereign, his head dipping down and his ruby red eye focusing on Maxence, before he turned himself and began the trek that would take him from the canyon and to some place to clean his wounds.
It would do no good to die of infection, after all.
Battered and bruised, the Solterrans were victorious over the beast. It had been a good battle.
Leviathan shook himself, his wet mane coming out of the bun a little, stray strands whipping against his nape before he blew out a haggard breath. It was done, and he only stood there, watching the beast, and feeling the trickle of blood. There was still an itch under his skin, his need to take a trophy. A feather or two perhaps, maybe a few bones. Certainly he'd prefer the feathers, to weave them in to his mane and tail and show his victory, as well as the scars that would dot his hide.
His spine would have the biggest, from shoulder to rear from where the titanic bird's beak had neatly laid him open.
A sigh, and the warrior felt the adrenaline beginning to ebb out of his system, and he began to walk slowly. For the most part, he nodded at the new Sovereign, his head dipping down and his ruby red eye focusing on Maxence, before he turned himself and began the trek that would take him from the canyon and to some place to clean his wounds.
It would do no good to die of infection, after all.
