IT MUST BE LONELY
when you're up there looking down
The fight with the Teryr had left him winded and damn near broken . Battered , but not beaten down . Nothing would take him down that badly . Nothing could really shatter his spirit , though it feels lately like a lot of things are attempting to do that .
All because he had to kick a fucking statue . Serves him right , he thinks .
Maybe he does need to burn his bridges , and become the villain that everyone wants to think Solterra of so badly . Give in and twist himself inward and bring Solterra to a wartorn state again . He had had hope that maybe they could get back to their roots . To touch on what was once a proud people , protective of their own . Warriors at heart but not bloodthirsty dogs . It gets tiring after a while when nothing seems to go that way , however . When recent history has turned them into nothing but warmongers .
His ears twist back atop his head , and he presses his hooves down slightly , feeling the ache in tendons and muscles along his legs as he breathes shallow , and then deep , sucking it in through his teeth and fighting through the pain of broken ribs .
They wanted warmongers , he should give them warmongers . They're all so determined to see them as nothing but , as villains . To paint him and Solterra in a bloody red light , as if their shit didn't stink . As if their own Sovereigns had never done anything terrible , like locking away their Courts from the rest of the continent of Novus , for starters or setting fires to forests and harming far too many lives .
Leviathan closes his eyes , feeling the bubble of rage in his belly , smoldering and old . He's just tired .
His head tilts , and he feels the press of interest against his mind . Slowly , he opens his eyes to look at Enyo as she stands in front of him , claws picking at the ground as she chirps at him , tilting her own head . He only leans , and preens at the feathers on her head out of a habit borne of when he had once had wings . An age old instinct that never faded , even when he had been gifted a body for only the ground .
" Maybe I shouldn't give in , hm ? Giving them what they want will only spur them on . " His eye softens , and he slowly lays his titanic bulk down on the floor with a soft grunt instead , letting her crawl on him as he sighs out . " What do you think of roaming for a while , Enyo ? I think we can do that . " And as always , it turns back to simply dropping his crown and giving it all up instead . Accept the failure and move on .
Everyone hated him as it was , why not disappear for a while ?
All because he had to kick a fucking statue . Serves him right , he thinks .
Maybe he does need to burn his bridges , and become the villain that everyone wants to think Solterra of so badly . Give in and twist himself inward and bring Solterra to a wartorn state again . He had had hope that maybe they could get back to their roots . To touch on what was once a proud people , protective of their own . Warriors at heart but not bloodthirsty dogs . It gets tiring after a while when nothing seems to go that way , however . When recent history has turned them into nothing but warmongers .
His ears twist back atop his head , and he presses his hooves down slightly , feeling the ache in tendons and muscles along his legs as he breathes shallow , and then deep , sucking it in through his teeth and fighting through the pain of broken ribs .
They wanted warmongers , he should give them warmongers . They're all so determined to see them as nothing but , as villains . To paint him and Solterra in a bloody red light , as if their shit didn't stink . As if their own Sovereigns had never done anything terrible , like locking away their Courts from the rest of the continent of Novus , for starters or setting fires to forests and harming far too many lives .
Leviathan closes his eyes , feeling the bubble of rage in his belly , smoldering and old . He's just tired .
His head tilts , and he feels the press of interest against his mind . Slowly , he opens his eyes to look at Enyo as she stands in front of him , claws picking at the ground as she chirps at him , tilting her own head . He only leans , and preens at the feathers on her head out of a habit borne of when he had once had wings . An age old instinct that never faded , even when he had been gifted a body for only the ground .
" Maybe I shouldn't give in , hm ? Giving them what they want will only spur them on . " His eye softens , and he slowly lays his titanic bulk down on the floor with a soft grunt instead , letting her crawl on him as he sighs out . " What do you think of roaming for a while , Enyo ? I think we can do that . " And as always , it turns back to simply dropping his crown and giving it all up instead . Accept the failure and move on .
Everyone hated him as it was , why not disappear for a while ?
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