IT MUST BE LONELY
when you're up there looking down
Solterra had been too silent , the sun scorched desert even resting too still , the Sandwyrms not stirring from the depths .
It had been a land that even Leviathan had itched to leave once more . He had done it , once , when Maxence had been grabbed by an Teryr , lifted away in the midst of their people , never to be seen again . They had been lost , and maybe that had been the decline . The passing of the throne from hoof to hoof , until it's a blur . He recalls turning and not wanting to come back , but something had dragged him back not much longer after that . How he had stayed , watched . Seen Solterra crumble , seen the very foundations of Novus even shudder apart .
What had their gods done , but watch them scramble ?
He recalls the satisfying ringing sensation of his hoof on the golden statue , and the annoyance that Solis hadn't answered him ; but of course he wouldn't answer . When did gods ever get involved with their people , except to ask them to beg for forgiveness ? To act as if they did them such great service , when they did nothing in reality ?
He scowls , and suddenly shakes his head a little , large and rounded ear flicking as he feels sharp teeth gnawing a little on it , and he grumbles . No , they don't do great service , but they take joy in making him suffer . " My ear isn't a chew toy ." He grumbles it , and the small dinosaur on his head chirrups at him , tiny claws pushing past his fur and pricking at his skin as she wiggles down onto his skull a little . She's only the size of a chicken , but his head is her favorite place now he guesses .
Leviathan turns himself and walks among the people now that are dancing and laughing , the music vibrant , sharp . Drums and strings that are struck and more homelike than he would ever imagine , the festival drawing out the citizens and bringing a spark of hope he'd never thought he would see in their faces .
It's a step in the right direction , he supposes . He's just baffled it's him doing it . What a strange feeling .
It had been a land that even Leviathan had itched to leave once more . He had done it , once , when Maxence had been grabbed by an Teryr , lifted away in the midst of their people , never to be seen again . They had been lost , and maybe that had been the decline . The passing of the throne from hoof to hoof , until it's a blur . He recalls turning and not wanting to come back , but something had dragged him back not much longer after that . How he had stayed , watched . Seen Solterra crumble , seen the very foundations of Novus even shudder apart .
What had their gods done , but watch them scramble ?
He recalls the satisfying ringing sensation of his hoof on the golden statue , and the annoyance that Solis hadn't answered him ; but of course he wouldn't answer . When did gods ever get involved with their people , except to ask them to beg for forgiveness ? To act as if they did them such great service , when they did nothing in reality ?
He scowls , and suddenly shakes his head a little , large and rounded ear flicking as he feels sharp teeth gnawing a little on it , and he grumbles . No , they don't do great service , but they take joy in making him suffer . " My ear isn't a chew toy ." He grumbles it , and the small dinosaur on his head chirrups at him , tiny claws pushing past his fur and pricking at his skin as she wiggles down onto his skull a little . She's only the size of a chicken , but his head is her favorite place now he guesses .
Leviathan turns himself and walks among the people now that are dancing and laughing , the music vibrant , sharp . Drums and strings that are struck and more homelike than he would ever imagine , the festival drawing out the citizens and bringing a spark of hope he'd never thought he would see in their faces .
It's a step in the right direction , he supposes . He's just baffled it's him doing it . What a strange feeling .
@ anyone that wants to join !
