LEVIATHAN
the supernova
Leviathan moved with an easy sort of step, though weighted. His shoulders were heavy and his hide was flecked with new wounds that had come with the battle in the Teryr nest, to retrieve the bones. He had been the only one at first to take lead in at least retrieving their Sovereign, to properly honor him and his remains in a true warrior way. There had been others that had joined him after his initial hot outburst, and now he trekked his way to the pyre that was built.
The wounds glistened from the use of aloe on them, keeping them from at least being infected, and his ears swiveled as he came up to what would be a glorious monument to Maxence. A good way to honor his passing and to properly mourn. Death was every bit a part of living as life was, it happened, though when it came to a great warrior falling, a leader, it was always a shock to many. Leviathan seemed to carry it in a way that he knew best; a mourning that did not gut him because he refused to let it do so. To be gutted and fall apart would mean more work to build back up once more. You had to accept death, and it was something he had long accepted.
The titan stepped up, his hooves coming to a halt as his head turned, his ruby eye focusing on Seraphina for a moment and a breath whisking out of his mouth, slipping between his lips as he did. "This pyre will burn bright and long, and allow all that see it to know our mourning," he uttered, and he felt his weight shift on his heavy hooves again.
The question on his tongue was not one to utter right now; perhaps later, when they could convene properly. What would become of their council, the regime? Certainly Avdotya would not accept the crown, she did not seem the type to hold it. Would that leave Seraphina with it? Even more so, what would come of the Champions and then the vacant spots there? They were all things to consider, but for now, he only puffed out a breath. While he would have offered his own name for position of Sovereign, he would not fight for it.
So the titan stood in silence, his heavy head dropping a little before he brushed his horns against one of the many bones that he had personally gone to retrieve from the nest, closing his eyes as he breathed slow, allowing the silence to lapse over him.
The wounds glistened from the use of aloe on them, keeping them from at least being infected, and his ears swiveled as he came up to what would be a glorious monument to Maxence. A good way to honor his passing and to properly mourn. Death was every bit a part of living as life was, it happened, though when it came to a great warrior falling, a leader, it was always a shock to many. Leviathan seemed to carry it in a way that he knew best; a mourning that did not gut him because he refused to let it do so. To be gutted and fall apart would mean more work to build back up once more. You had to accept death, and it was something he had long accepted.
The titan stepped up, his hooves coming to a halt as his head turned, his ruby eye focusing on Seraphina for a moment and a breath whisking out of his mouth, slipping between his lips as he did. "This pyre will burn bright and long, and allow all that see it to know our mourning," he uttered, and he felt his weight shift on his heavy hooves again.
The question on his tongue was not one to utter right now; perhaps later, when they could convene properly. What would become of their council, the regime? Certainly Avdotya would not accept the crown, she did not seem the type to hold it. Would that leave Seraphina with it? Even more so, what would come of the Champions and then the vacant spots there? They were all things to consider, but for now, he only puffed out a breath. While he would have offered his own name for position of Sovereign, he would not fight for it.
So the titan stood in silence, his heavy head dropping a little before he brushed his horns against one of the many bones that he had personally gone to retrieve from the nest, closing his eyes as he breathed slow, allowing the silence to lapse over him.
gonna assume he probably has various wounds from the little teryrs so don't mind me ~
