Fight Type: Challenge
Prize: Sovereign of Day Court
Contact Made: Yes.
Character #1: @Leviathan
Bonded: No.
Magic: No.
Armor: No.
Weapons: No.
Current Health: 9
Current Attack: 11
Current Experience: 14
Character #2: @Adonai
Bonded: No.
Magic: Yes, phoenix metamorphosis.
Armor: No.
Weapons: No.
Current Health: 12
Current Attack: 28
Current Experience: 30
Prize: Sovereign of Day Court
Contact Made: Yes.
Character #1: @Leviathan
Bonded: No.
Magic: No.
Armor: No.
Weapons: No.
Current Health: 9
Current Attack: 11
Current Experience: 14
Character #2: @
Bonded: No.
Magic: Yes, phoenix metamorphosis.
Armor: No.
Weapons: No.
Current Health: 12
Current Attack: 28
Current Experience: 30
IT MUST BE LONELY
when you're up there looking down
He promised he would never do something like this again .
Crowns are something he would never chase after . He'd worn broken crowns before himself and had felt the taint and weight of them , had them weigh him down and break his spine and easily make him bow . Had broken his mind and his being because he had gotten high and mighty . Back then , he had been such a pompous child , wings ripped from his body , torn from the very skies he had sworn to conquer . He had been brought down to the earth and had taken it out on the people he had led . It had been an experience he never wanted to repeat , considering he had been stabbed in the back by the queens he had thought he could trust .
The thought still sours him , even years and years in the future . Blinking his good eye , he shifts his heavy bulk , resting at the Steppe itself and finding his heart somewhere in his throat . The brute has never been one for anxiety and yet --- yet here he is , uncertain for the first time in his immortal life . Would this be a good choice ?
It had to be .
Solterra was too quiet , and has been through too much . Drama in and out , and though Adonai had meant well , he too , had fallen silent . His voice had faded along with many of the others that had clamored for the top of the desert cliffs and to tame it , only to be swallowed by the hot sands . Leviathan has only ever been a part of them , surviving amongst them . It's time for a change , to see the court breathe again , to live once more and shake the dust off its columns .
Resting his heft on thick hooves , he tilts his head and scans his good eye over the Steppe , over the ages of bloodshed and tears here . The souls and sweat that have stained themselves on the grounds . It's a place that he feels more at home , waking the rust from his bones and sending his blood pumping with something other than anxiety as it shakes the sleep from him , and his breathing becomes that much deeper , nostrils flaring a little .
He's missed this , the call of a good fight . Perhaps this would wake up Adonai , and if it means his own exile in the long run , well . Then so be it , at least it creates something in the long run .
Crowns are something he would never chase after . He'd worn broken crowns before himself and had felt the taint and weight of them , had them weigh him down and break his spine and easily make him bow . Had broken his mind and his being because he had gotten high and mighty . Back then , he had been such a pompous child , wings ripped from his body , torn from the very skies he had sworn to conquer . He had been brought down to the earth and had taken it out on the people he had led . It had been an experience he never wanted to repeat , considering he had been stabbed in the back by the queens he had thought he could trust .
The thought still sours him , even years and years in the future . Blinking his good eye , he shifts his heavy bulk , resting at the Steppe itself and finding his heart somewhere in his throat . The brute has never been one for anxiety and yet --- yet here he is , uncertain for the first time in his immortal life . Would this be a good choice ?
It had to be .
Solterra was too quiet , and has been through too much . Drama in and out , and though Adonai had meant well , he too , had fallen silent . His voice had faded along with many of the others that had clamored for the top of the desert cliffs and to tame it , only to be swallowed by the hot sands . Leviathan has only ever been a part of them , surviving amongst them . It's time for a change , to see the court breathe again , to live once more and shake the dust off its columns .
Resting his heft on thick hooves , he tilts his head and scans his good eye over the Steppe , over the ages of bloodshed and tears here . The souls and sweat that have stained themselves on the grounds . It's a place that he feels more at home , waking the rust from his bones and sending his blood pumping with something other than anxiety as it shakes the sleep from him , and his breathing becomes that much deeper , nostrils flaring a little .
He's missed this , the call of a good fight . Perhaps this would wake up Adonai , and if it means his own exile in the long run , well . Then so be it , at least it creates something in the long run .
