IT MUST BE LONELY
when you're up there looking down
The Dusk Court is certainly different from home but he misses the sand , the warmth of the wind on his face . Here there's a chill in the air of an impending change in the seasons , one that lingers around the corner , and he can feel the shuffle of Enyo in his mane again , pressing down against his nape . She's growing rapidly , but she can still hide against his scarred nape and find a hiding spot in the dark hairs .
He longs to already go home , but diplomacy demands he mend the errors of his predecessors that soiled all of Solterra that screamed that Day Court was war and bloodthirst , when it had never been such a thing . He hates this shit . He wants to go home , and maybe seek out Oren and maybe sleep a little more before his advisors come to pester him about everything else .
While he's been cleaning the Court , it's been so empty . The citizens are far and in between , and the projects of fixing the markets and coliseum are an undertaking all themselves . It's constant maintenance , and they don't have enough bodies , and he finds himself more often than not joining the people in working . He sleeps hard and heavy because he exerts himself on the daily , but there's nothing like pushing himself to at least keep thoughts at bay .
He blinks , and tips his head slightly to angle his good eye , glowing icy blue eye glancing as the doors open and he steps his heavy frame inward , pausing when there are two in front of him . One gives him an angry look almost immediately , and his large ears flick back almost , eye hooding as he feels a dip of ice in his belly . It seems to follow him wherever he goes , doesn't it ? Though the look is gone , Leviathan only shrugs away the tension , resting himself on his hooves a moment , holding himself with a posture that .. isn't befitting anything like a ruler . Three times , and he still doesn't act any sort of ruler .
"I'm Leviathan , Sovereign of Solterra . I came here to speak with you , because I know Solterra's past rulers have made asses of themselves and ripped any sort of relations apart . I'm here to attempt to mend things . " He doesn't speak like a ruler , either . But he isn't built for it , never has been . Years and years , and he's never molded to fit the crown . He doesn't care to try and change himself for it , either . But at least he isn't being an asshole about it , and his head dips just a little as the small saurian crawls up to the top of his skull , leaning down and chattering at Liam curiously , yellow eyes peering at him as she yawns , waking herself up .
" I'll make it short , because I'm not good at being diplomatic . It isn't my sort of thing . I'm a fighter , a warrior . Being silver tongued and political isn't my sort of thing , so I'll try not to take up too much of your time , if that's alright with you . "
He longs to already go home , but diplomacy demands he mend the errors of his predecessors that soiled all of Solterra that screamed that Day Court was war and bloodthirst , when it had never been such a thing . He hates this shit . He wants to go home , and maybe seek out Oren and maybe sleep a little more before his advisors come to pester him about everything else .
While he's been cleaning the Court , it's been so empty . The citizens are far and in between , and the projects of fixing the markets and coliseum are an undertaking all themselves . It's constant maintenance , and they don't have enough bodies , and he finds himself more often than not joining the people in working . He sleeps hard and heavy because he exerts himself on the daily , but there's nothing like pushing himself to at least keep thoughts at bay .
He blinks , and tips his head slightly to angle his good eye , glowing icy blue eye glancing as the doors open and he steps his heavy frame inward , pausing when there are two in front of him . One gives him an angry look almost immediately , and his large ears flick back almost , eye hooding as he feels a dip of ice in his belly . It seems to follow him wherever he goes , doesn't it ? Though the look is gone , Leviathan only shrugs away the tension , resting himself on his hooves a moment , holding himself with a posture that .. isn't befitting anything like a ruler . Three times , and he still doesn't act any sort of ruler .
"I'm Leviathan , Sovereign of Solterra . I came here to speak with you , because I know Solterra's past rulers have made asses of themselves and ripped any sort of relations apart . I'm here to attempt to mend things . " He doesn't speak like a ruler , either . But he isn't built for it , never has been . Years and years , and he's never molded to fit the crown . He doesn't care to try and change himself for it , either . But at least he isn't being an asshole about it , and his head dips just a little as the small saurian crawls up to the top of his skull , leaning down and chattering at Liam curiously , yellow eyes peering at him as she yawns , waking herself up .
" I'll make it short , because I'm not good at being diplomatic . It isn't my sort of thing . I'm a fighter , a warrior . Being silver tongued and political isn't my sort of thing , so I'll try not to take up too much of your time , if that's alright with you . "
@Liam
you're all good <3
