IT MUST BE LONELY
when you're up there looking down
It's a good thing he is not a vain King , or vain in general . He's long past the time where he preened to look pretty , back when he had wings and was doused in the hues of red and black . When he was a creature raised from hell itself practically and had a legacy to carry , had to be something perfect . A father breathing down his neck , until his wings had been torn from their sockets , wrenched from his very back by the sister he had shared a womb with .
The pain would never be lived down , it would be a mental scar that would forever be a turning point . An Absolute Point in time . It had carved out a new path for him , and had begun the journey to where he is now .
So as the small Indoraptor chews on his large ears , repeatedly attempting to pierce them with her teeth , he can only sigh a little and allow her to do it . It doesn't exactly hurt , and it isn't much of an annoyance . He only tips his head just a little to keep her from getting comfortable , to get her attention and hear her squeak , and feel the connection somewhere in his head . She's still an infant , so it's more feelings than words at the moment , a spark of joy and happiness , a shrill squeal in his head of laughter almost as she digs her claws in and grabs a hold of his mane with her fingers and wiggles along his skull and hunkers down .
It's been a long time since he's entertained anyone small . Any children he's had are long gone from his life , likely dead . He's lived a very long life , and he doubts any of them have ever cared to return to him in any way .
He doesn't much blame them , either .
There's a shift in her joy , turning to caution as her nostrils flare and her head lifts , the pin feathers in her skull shifting and her clawed hand reaching up to itch at them before she hunkers down into his mane as if she can hide , baring fangs and teeth , hissing low . A stranger , danger . The sense coming off of her is something like that .
She hasn't met anyone other than him , and while he's been avoiding bumping into anyone , there's someone approaching right now , and she doesn't like it .
Large ears swivel , and he can feel the small trickle of blood from one of them as he turns his gaze towards the stranger approaching , lifting his head to a little more dignified way . He might as well try to act a King , shouldn't he ? " I am Leviathan , yes . Sovereign , King , whichever . " His shoulders rise and fall , and he arches a phantom brow a moment . This one is certainly different , but Novus is home to many strange equine , so he isn't too shocked .
" Pangaea . My bonded is Enyo , and she's naught but an infant right now , still growing and learning . She was a ... gift from Solis , the deity of the court . " He doesn't mention that he doubts it was a gift more than the fact that Solis is enjoying watching the exasperation Leviathan has to go through on the daily basis with the small dinosaur now .
The price to pay for kicking a statue , he supposes .
Petty gods can be petty .
" Your home , you say ? You must be far from here then ."
The pain would never be lived down , it would be a mental scar that would forever be a turning point . An Absolute Point in time . It had carved out a new path for him , and had begun the journey to where he is now .
So as the small Indoraptor chews on his large ears , repeatedly attempting to pierce them with her teeth , he can only sigh a little and allow her to do it . It doesn't exactly hurt , and it isn't much of an annoyance . He only tips his head just a little to keep her from getting comfortable , to get her attention and hear her squeak , and feel the connection somewhere in his head . She's still an infant , so it's more feelings than words at the moment , a spark of joy and happiness , a shrill squeal in his head of laughter almost as she digs her claws in and grabs a hold of his mane with her fingers and wiggles along his skull and hunkers down .
It's been a long time since he's entertained anyone small . Any children he's had are long gone from his life , likely dead . He's lived a very long life , and he doubts any of them have ever cared to return to him in any way .
He doesn't much blame them , either .
There's a shift in her joy , turning to caution as her nostrils flare and her head lifts , the pin feathers in her skull shifting and her clawed hand reaching up to itch at them before she hunkers down into his mane as if she can hide , baring fangs and teeth , hissing low . A stranger , danger . The sense coming off of her is something like that .
She hasn't met anyone other than him , and while he's been avoiding bumping into anyone , there's someone approaching right now , and she doesn't like it .
Large ears swivel , and he can feel the small trickle of blood from one of them as he turns his gaze towards the stranger approaching , lifting his head to a little more dignified way . He might as well try to act a King , shouldn't he ? " I am Leviathan , yes . Sovereign , King , whichever . " His shoulders rise and fall , and he arches a phantom brow a moment . This one is certainly different , but Novus is home to many strange equine , so he isn't too shocked .
" Pangaea . My bonded is Enyo , and she's naught but an infant right now , still growing and learning . She was a ... gift from Solis , the deity of the court . " He doesn't mention that he doubts it was a gift more than the fact that Solis is enjoying watching the exasperation Leviathan has to go through on the daily basis with the small dinosaur now .
The price to pay for kicking a statue , he supposes .
Petty gods can be petty .
" Your home , you say ? You must be far from here then ."
@Pangaea
don't mind him , or her slkjfslkdjf
