10-21-2022, 06:26 PM
@Flora
A vast ocean lay before the devil with it's hands extending in temptation, its fog rolling in across the dull sands like an invasion of the shadow people. A cold sea breeze tussled his unruly mane, his haunches planted to the damp beach. A lone soul amongst the silence of the morning, frozen in time in a place it was unaccustomed. Purgatory, wandering in limbo.
It had been a week since his arrival to this new world and the bitterness had yet to simmer away. Venom sat, laced to his tongue by silken thread.
What had he done to be so disapproved by his gods? To earn such a place in this new hell.
His sons, he'd left them behind at the devil's gate. Cinder, she would hate him so.
The leviathan continued to listen to the waves collide with this new earth, a light drizzle dusting his coat. He did not pay it mind. To have spawned beside the ocean, surrounded by pine needles and cliffs - truly it was a fate worse than death. The gods had deceived him, he was meant to be the chosen son. The demi-god of the isle. Stoicness plagued him then, while internally he foamed at the mouth and wanted to spit on this new hell.
Claws lightly fondled the sands beneath his pads, his tongue flicking out to lightly dance across his bi-coloured maw.
Not all was lost, he would tell himself. He had the ocean after all. He had his sanity (or what was left of it).
A vast ocean lay before the devil with it's hands extending in temptation, its fog rolling in across the dull sands like an invasion of the shadow people. A cold sea breeze tussled his unruly mane, his haunches planted to the damp beach. A lone soul amongst the silence of the morning, frozen in time in a place it was unaccustomed. Purgatory, wandering in limbo.
It had been a week since his arrival to this new world and the bitterness had yet to simmer away. Venom sat, laced to his tongue by silken thread.
What had he done to be so disapproved by his gods? To earn such a place in this new hell.
His sons, he'd left them behind at the devil's gate. Cinder, she would hate him so.
The leviathan continued to listen to the waves collide with this new earth, a light drizzle dusting his coat. He did not pay it mind. To have spawned beside the ocean, surrounded by pine needles and cliffs - truly it was a fate worse than death. The gods had deceived him, he was meant to be the chosen son. The demi-god of the isle. Stoicness plagued him then, while internally he foamed at the mouth and wanted to spit on this new hell.
Claws lightly fondled the sands beneath his pads, his tongue flicking out to lightly dance across his bi-coloured maw.
Not all was lost, he would tell himself. He had the ocean after all. He had his sanity (or what was left of it).
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