LEVIATHAN
the supernova
Good deities, he hadn't been this sore in a long time. Muscles ached and pulled as he walked, his back screamed from pain as every step tore open the wounds that laid across his spine. His chest was bruised and his flanks were covered with smaller scabs, and he seemed to walk with a delicate step. He would have scars from that, and he would need to clean himself, to rid the dangers of potential festering.
Still, he heard the call, loud and proud this time. It wasn't like the past few times that Maxence had called for them, no. This one held fire and duty in it, and maybe he was a little bit impressed that Maxence had finally stepped up to the mantle of Sovereign. After all, killing the beast in the canyon had been his victory.
Leviathan turned himself from where he had been resting, and lifted his head high as he walked, a proud stance despite the pain pulling at him. It would fade, it always did, and the fight had been worth it. The victory over the beast, the rush of adrenaline and endorphins. It had been a long time.
Both ears twitched forward as he walked in to the Court itself, his hooves heavy under him, and his body moving with the same posture as always, the same grace. Upon pausing and glancing around, he realized... he was the first to the meeting. A surprise indeed, but he had also been close by, recovering. Later, he would have to find the Oasis and soak himself within the waters and the falls, to clean himself and to wash away everything. He deserved it.
For now, he merely lifted his head toward Maxence and nodded toward him, his head turning so his good eye could focus on the Sovereign. The man had his attention now, and respect.
Still, he heard the call, loud and proud this time. It wasn't like the past few times that Maxence had called for them, no. This one held fire and duty in it, and maybe he was a little bit impressed that Maxence had finally stepped up to the mantle of Sovereign. After all, killing the beast in the canyon had been his victory.
Leviathan turned himself from where he had been resting, and lifted his head high as he walked, a proud stance despite the pain pulling at him. It would fade, it always did, and the fight had been worth it. The victory over the beast, the rush of adrenaline and endorphins. It had been a long time.
Both ears twitched forward as he walked in to the Court itself, his hooves heavy under him, and his body moving with the same posture as always, the same grace. Upon pausing and glancing around, he realized... he was the first to the meeting. A surprise indeed, but he had also been close by, recovering. Later, he would have to find the Oasis and soak himself within the waters and the falls, to clean himself and to wash away everything. He deserved it.
For now, he merely lifted his head toward Maxence and nodded toward him, his head turning so his good eye could focus on the Sovereign. The man had his attention now, and respect.
