IT MUST BE LONELY
when you're up there looking down
His body trembles and aches, but the immortality flushes through his veins, making him feel like he's only five years old again. The heat of battle has always been something he's coveted, the adrenaline rush surging through his veins and a thundering in his chest. He's missed this. The way post battle his muscles ache and skin burns from wounds that dance over his scarred flesh.
A heavy breath is taken, and Leviathan lifts his head high, casting a glare with an icy eye ( the only one, the other is scarred and milky ) toward his opponent. It is done. Their spar is complete, and they leave, just as he turns and leaves. The rush of chemical high sings in his veins, keeps his wounds from feeling too much, wakes him from the stupor of his usual life. Generally, he's a grumpy thing, but not today. Today, he smirks as he steps away from where he had fought, casting a massive shadow with heavy steps as he eventually finds water.
Large ears swivel before Leviathan finally ducks his head, pausing a moment to look at a reflection that's changed so much over the years. Only recently has he been granted this new form to keep, the rugged looks of a ground dweller he was always meant to be. Tilting his head, he looks at the chipping of his horn and then the reflection of his bad eye, the scar over the right side jagged and ever present. It will never see again, as he's only finally lost the blurry shapes and dull colors, nothing but black on that side now. But he doesn't need both eyes to see, not if he still has one good one.
A twist of his ears is given, feeling them flatten a moment as he dips down to drink instead, mulling over thoughts. With luck, this battle may leave some scars, the trophies of his life that he carries with him everywhere. No matter what shape he takes, his scars always come with it.
For now, it's quiet, and the adrenaline is slowing down in his body, ebbing away and leaving behind a pleasant ache and the ever present urge to seek out what he had come here for. Solterra. Soon, he will be among the sands of his home once more.
A heavy breath is taken, and Leviathan lifts his head high, casting a glare with an icy eye ( the only one, the other is scarred and milky ) toward his opponent. It is done. Their spar is complete, and they leave, just as he turns and leaves. The rush of chemical high sings in his veins, keeps his wounds from feeling too much, wakes him from the stupor of his usual life. Generally, he's a grumpy thing, but not today. Today, he smirks as he steps away from where he had fought, casting a massive shadow with heavy steps as he eventually finds water.
Large ears swivel before Leviathan finally ducks his head, pausing a moment to look at a reflection that's changed so much over the years. Only recently has he been granted this new form to keep, the rugged looks of a ground dweller he was always meant to be. Tilting his head, he looks at the chipping of his horn and then the reflection of his bad eye, the scar over the right side jagged and ever present. It will never see again, as he's only finally lost the blurry shapes and dull colors, nothing but black on that side now. But he doesn't need both eyes to see, not if he still has one good one.
A twist of his ears is given, feeling them flatten a moment as he dips down to drink instead, mulling over thoughts. With luck, this battle may leave some scars, the trophies of his life that he carries with him everywhere. No matter what shape he takes, his scars always come with it.
For now, it's quiet, and the adrenaline is slowing down in his body, ebbing away and leaving behind a pleasant ache and the ever present urge to seek out what he had come here for. Solterra. Soon, he will be among the sands of his home once more.
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