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04-04-2016, 08:57 PM
The iced waters hit a pleasant spot within the leviathan, each mouthful replenished what he had spent trying to reach the end of this viridian labrynth of white, parched green and subdued browns. Nothing like the verdant forests, lush grasslands and colossal mountains of his home. Usual sounds, sights and smells had assaulted his ears, eyes and nostrils since he'd first strayed far enough away from Oro to notice that the world was much different than he had anticipated. It had become clear that the creatures and giants which roamed his home had all but perished outside of it's cocooning walls. Protected as a cradle of primitive life and raw magic, as the world beyond their own had gone through the throes of growth and evolution. The few soft-bloods he had met along the way had been as terrified as they had been fascinated to see such a goliath, roaming free and undaunted to his destination. What had drawn such a relic from the past from the cave paintings on the fall to a real physical being to the lands beyond? That was something that Ganbataar had kept his lips sealed upon, and sent those that pried and tested the brute's patience galloping with a well placed snap and bone rattling bellow. Thick braid bobbed on the waters surface as did his beard, crimson eyes remained transfixed upon the frosted rocks and wilted ferns at the other side of the creek until a strange voice reached his ears. Immediately the water ceased to flow and his massive neck curled so he could examine what exactly had spoken up. His face remained half submerged however, not so ready to relinquish his water supply just yet. Ganbataar appraised her silently, like a predator who had found it's next prey item. She is shorter than he, devoid of colour and lacking any defining tributes which would have associated her as one of his tribes people. This white mare is a soft-blood, supple and unblooded. His eyes eventually traveled to the creature beside her, what was that? Ears twitched and finally he raised his massive head from the water, long sabre's dripping precious droplets of water which gave them a sheen in the mottled light. "Long." He affirmed, deciding that he would talk back to this mare. "Long way from Oro." His vocal chords are deep and rough like the edges of an uncut diamond, primitive in their approach and unabashed to let this soft-blood know that he is not used to speaking the common tongue. Thick tail flickered and coiled about his feathered feet and his head tilted to the side as he focused on the fluffy creature beside the shire mare. "Who you?" He finally asked after a drawn moment of silence as his eyes returned to the mare, breath exhaled as a loud snort. "talk talk talk" The Primordial King
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