LEVIATHAN
the supernova
It was here.
An itch in his bones that he dare not deny, a fire in his belly that could rarely be put out. Most days, Leviathan was a calm titan of a man, always keeping to himself, though he spoke sharp and bit sharper sometimes. It was how he was. But since the new Sovereign had come in to place, there were itches under his skin and tension in the air in the world of brawlers known as Day Court. A tension he needed to relieve, in the form of a spar. It had been far too long since he'd added something to his scar collection, and he ached to launch in to battle once more.
It was an itch he'd have to scratch sooner or later.
All the same, it wasn't some brawler that he managed to bump in to while he wandered, heavy hooves coming to a halt and ears drawing back. Out of habit, his good eye turned toward her, and he blinked. He'd rather see details than the colored blobs that his bad eye offered; already it was going dark on the edges. Soon the sight would be gone for good, and he found he didn't mind.
Still, he frowned a little to himself and released a low grunt as he stepped around the woman. "Scuse me," he managed to say, his tones rolling from his chest in a deep rumble.
An itch in his bones that he dare not deny, a fire in his belly that could rarely be put out. Most days, Leviathan was a calm titan of a man, always keeping to himself, though he spoke sharp and bit sharper sometimes. It was how he was. But since the new Sovereign had come in to place, there were itches under his skin and tension in the air in the world of brawlers known as Day Court. A tension he needed to relieve, in the form of a spar. It had been far too long since he'd added something to his scar collection, and he ached to launch in to battle once more.
It was an itch he'd have to scratch sooner or later.
All the same, it wasn't some brawler that he managed to bump in to while he wandered, heavy hooves coming to a halt and ears drawing back. Out of habit, his good eye turned toward her, and he blinked. He'd rather see details than the colored blobs that his bad eye offered; already it was going dark on the edges. Soon the sight would be gone for good, and he found he didn't mind.
Still, he frowned a little to himself and released a low grunt as he stepped around the woman. "Scuse me," he managed to say, his tones rolling from his chest in a deep rumble.
foooor @Bexley <3 (sorry it's short omg)
