IT MUST BE LONELY
when you're up there looking down
He hadn't gone back to Solterra after planting his hooves on Solis' statue in Veneror . No , he had been too angry to walk the deserts , to punish himself in the sands once more . Instead , he had turned south , past the chain of mountains and into the secluded court of the Denoctians . All his years of being in Novus before and even now , and he had never drifted out of Solterra and into another court . Perhaps it was time to see what the others had to offer , to ... mingle . To escape the heat of the sun and to find solace in other areas .
Perhaps the rest of Novus was as quiet as his own home was .
Levi's lips purse as he steps into the court , expecting hustle and bustle , but he is met with ... nothing . Not really . There are a few here and there , but Denocte seems as quiet as its opposite , and he feels his shoulders rise and fall as they roll , and he trudges forward with a groan . He heads for water , glowing horn leading the way in the dusk as it settles , and he finds it , plunging a scarred maw deep into the cooling liquid and drawing deep as his eyes close , both good and bad . He drinks and drinks until he feels that his belly may burst from it , only to lift his head and nearly swing his horn into someone , drawing back in a startled way , tilting his head so his good eye can focus on them as he eyes them .
" Pardon ... I didn't hit you , did I ? " It isn't really an apology but at least it's something . He's a guest here , and needs rest after such a journey over the past few days before he returns home . The last thing he needs to cause strife , but he doubts that there are any Sovereigns or people to even cause much strife with , and the anger churns , dusty and petered out for once in his life .
He's tired , exhausted .
Perhaps the rest of Novus was as quiet as his own home was .
Levi's lips purse as he steps into the court , expecting hustle and bustle , but he is met with ... nothing . Not really . There are a few here and there , but Denocte seems as quiet as its opposite , and he feels his shoulders rise and fall as they roll , and he trudges forward with a groan . He heads for water , glowing horn leading the way in the dusk as it settles , and he finds it , plunging a scarred maw deep into the cooling liquid and drawing deep as his eyes close , both good and bad . He drinks and drinks until he feels that his belly may burst from it , only to lift his head and nearly swing his horn into someone , drawing back in a startled way , tilting his head so his good eye can focus on them as he eyes them .
" Pardon ... I didn't hit you , did I ? " It isn't really an apology but at least it's something . He's a guest here , and needs rest after such a journey over the past few days before he returns home . The last thing he needs to cause strife , but he doubts that there are any Sovereigns or people to even cause much strife with , and the anger churns , dusty and petered out for once in his life .
He's tired , exhausted .
@Runaveig
