LEVIATHAN
the supernova
The blood of many Solterrans ran hot; it was how they were, but none ran like Leviathan's. His ran in a way that was comparable to magma, a slow burn in no rush to go anywhere, rolling and burning everything in its path without any urgency. The giant ran hot, he always did, and it was no surprise. Though his head was level, and still was as he marched his way through the canyon, his front hooves flaking dried blood from the runt that had been killed, crimson slivers breaking away from the feathering and fluttering in the hot wind.
He stalked this canyon with a purpose in mind, aware of everything around him, ears twitching left and right, swiveling as he stalked his way toward the very nest of the Teryrs themselves. There were no sounds to betray the large bastard that had come in to the Court, but if he was lucky, the young would be here, huddling about. Morbid as it was, they would likely be picking at bones and flesh, and he would bring those bones to burn in a proper funeral.
Warriors deserved proper funerals, after all, and Maxence had been a warrior.
The titanic champion paused himself, lingering under the cave that lurked before him, and he plucked up rocks with what telekinesis he had, hefting them up before flinging them with as much force as he could. "COME ON OUT, YOU FEATHERY BASTARD!" He hoped the loud noises would draw attention, and would force the babes out of the nest. The large monster in the Court wasn't here; the stench wasn't and neither was the heavy beatings of wings.
What he did hear were the calls of the babies, and it was exactly what he had hoped for.
With a wicked grin, the goliath worked his way up to the cave entrance, stepping and scattering small stones as he did, feeling the sweltering heat of the sun on his back, scars and muscles pulling tight as he grit his teeth. Killing the young would be easy; bringing back what was left of the warrior though... well. He would figure it out somehow.
He stalked this canyon with a purpose in mind, aware of everything around him, ears twitching left and right, swiveling as he stalked his way toward the very nest of the Teryrs themselves. There were no sounds to betray the large bastard that had come in to the Court, but if he was lucky, the young would be here, huddling about. Morbid as it was, they would likely be picking at bones and flesh, and he would bring those bones to burn in a proper funeral.
Warriors deserved proper funerals, after all, and Maxence had been a warrior.
The titanic champion paused himself, lingering under the cave that lurked before him, and he plucked up rocks with what telekinesis he had, hefting them up before flinging them with as much force as he could. "COME ON OUT, YOU FEATHERY BASTARD!" He hoped the loud noises would draw attention, and would force the babes out of the nest. The large monster in the Court wasn't here; the stench wasn't and neither was the heavy beatings of wings.
What he did hear were the calls of the babies, and it was exactly what he had hoped for.
With a wicked grin, the goliath worked his way up to the cave entrance, stepping and scattering small stones as he did, feeling the sweltering heat of the sun on his back, scars and muscles pulling tight as he grit his teeth. Killing the young would be easy; bringing back what was left of the warrior though... well. He would figure it out somehow.
