LEVIATHAN
the supernova
He found himself wandering, again.
At heart, the mighty beast seemed to wander, here and there, far from lands, but he always seemed to drift back like some sort of leaf on the wind. Or perhaps a turtle returning to the beach they had been born on. In this case, he was merely a large horse wandering back to lands that he could call home in some shape or form, wearing new scars as ever. The one on his back now seemed to be the most prominent, where the great winged beast had laid him open. It was a nice trophy.
Still, now his massive hooves clipped and clopped on the hard flooring of the Court, the old blacksmith looking a little more up to date, and he eyed it, as if wanting to step inside the old structure to bring life in to it. A warrior at heart, and Champion of Battle, wouldn't it be fitting if he were to become a blacksmith? It would keep him from wandering, certainly.
Perhaps it was something to bring up to Maxence when he got the chance.
Regardless, he slipped away, standing near a wall and exhaling before shaking his great body, sending his mane and tail everywhere until his head lifted up and he released a rumbling hum from somewhere deep in his chest. It was good to be home, though here it was more barren, he could hear others deeper in the Court, away from the yard that was to be spruced up more.
The click of hooves alerted him though, and he turned himself curiously, only to find a gleam in that ruby eye of his as he grinned, scarred muzzle lifting somewhat as he looked forward. "Well well well, Eden," he rumbled, easily stepping forward with a lazy lope to his feathered legs, and he leaned in.
There was a bump of his muzzle to her neck, a very... affectionate gesture coming from the giant. A rare one too, at that.
At heart, the mighty beast seemed to wander, here and there, far from lands, but he always seemed to drift back like some sort of leaf on the wind. Or perhaps a turtle returning to the beach they had been born on. In this case, he was merely a large horse wandering back to lands that he could call home in some shape or form, wearing new scars as ever. The one on his back now seemed to be the most prominent, where the great winged beast had laid him open. It was a nice trophy.
Still, now his massive hooves clipped and clopped on the hard flooring of the Court, the old blacksmith looking a little more up to date, and he eyed it, as if wanting to step inside the old structure to bring life in to it. A warrior at heart, and Champion of Battle, wouldn't it be fitting if he were to become a blacksmith? It would keep him from wandering, certainly.
Perhaps it was something to bring up to Maxence when he got the chance.
Regardless, he slipped away, standing near a wall and exhaling before shaking his great body, sending his mane and tail everywhere until his head lifted up and he released a rumbling hum from somewhere deep in his chest. It was good to be home, though here it was more barren, he could hear others deeper in the Court, away from the yard that was to be spruced up more.
The click of hooves alerted him though, and he turned himself curiously, only to find a gleam in that ruby eye of his as he grinned, scarred muzzle lifting somewhat as he looked forward. "Well well well, Eden," he rumbled, easily stepping forward with a lazy lope to his feathered legs, and he leaned in.
There was a bump of his muzzle to her neck, a very... affectionate gesture coming from the giant. A rare one too, at that.
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