pitch black, white knife (desi) Nov 21, 2014 22:44:53 GMT -6
Post by alkyone on Nov 21, 2014 22:44:53 GMT -6
The air was sweltering on the back of the broad monster moving over the terrain, long banner hanging low and still in the empty air. Nary a breeze blew and the sun burned down as though the golden swells of sunlight were flames instead. The dark pelt of the wandering brute reflected and absorbed the heat slowly but surely, every step another exercise in a futile attempt to escape the ponderous heat. Jagannatha dismissed the uncomfortable sweltering heat the way he dismissed most discomforts, with the same amount of ease that came from the practice of constantly shutting down anything that got in his way. He'd heard of a land called Cocytus within Imperium and he was curious. The thick brute made his way hill by hill towards his destination, harks lying at half-mast and eyes half-lidded. Every step was long and ponderous, but covered plenty of ground thanks to his long limbs. Standing at nearly twenty hands lent some extra yardage to his strides, which were already lengthy. He moved like his lineage suggested he might, but there was a hint of grace in the way his shoulders and hindquarters shifted, in the long slow flex of the muscles roiling beneath his black-brown mottled skin. Jagannatha loped with speed that appeared lazy from a distance, but thanks to the length of his stride, he was covering more ground than his ponderous canter appeared to. Jagannatha wasn't in enough of a hurry to add any extra speed to his journey; there was something in conserving energy during a trip with these kinds of temperature conditions. In the back of his mind, having heard rumors of how cool it was in Cocytus, Jagannatha was aware that he would welcome that kind of temperature change once he reached Cocytus, but it wasn't a thought hanging at the forefront of his mind. Jagannatha was more concerned with getting to where he wanted to go than what would happen once he got there. When he did get there, he would figure out how to handle his request then.
Jagannatha had heard plenty of things about all of the herds within Imperium's borders, but even more about all of the queens who ruled within. Nirvana, boss woman of Imperium; Witchcrypt, boss woman of Cocytus; Lashiel, boss woman of Serpent's Sanctuary. Jagannatha had never worked for a mare before and he had to admit that, in light of all of the uselessly shed blood thanks to quarreling testosterone-fueled brutes, maybe he was due for a bit of change. Mares could be just as bloodthirsty and brutal, of that Jagannatha was well-aware. But he had spent so long dealing with overly ambitious stallions that all of these opportunities to serve under queens instead sounded rather interesting. At the very least, Jagannatha was willing to give them a try, starting with the land that would offer him a respite from the blazing heat of summer's unforgiving day. He could already feel the temperature dropping and long shivers ran along his skin, twitching with the relief of heat releasing like steam off his burning skin. His muzzle dipped low as he inhaled and exhaled, pushing cooling air through his lungs as though breathing in oxygen for the first time in years. The ground was cooling too, and as he approached the borders of Cocytus, Jagannatha could feel the relief of an almost wintry chill approaching. His ebony horn dipped as he exhaled, watching his breath form beneath him and flower out to the sides, escaping from him as though fleeing the enormous black-brown beast. His harks pricked forward and flicked back; Jagannatha instinctively going on alert as he approached the borders themselves and slowed, pacing curiously.
He was at the moment where he was considering what to do next. Jagannatha had no idea what kind of stress Cocytus was going through at this moment. He wasn't well-versed in politics in Imperium yet, having wandered in and kept to the sides for most of his time here. So Cocytus could be in the middle of civil war for all he knew. Jagannatha supposed he would simply approach someone and ask to the affairs of things. No land would turn away a willing soldier, after all. Not one with strength on its mind. Jagannatha had no doubts to his mind as far as defending himself should someone take offense to his presence. If this place proved to be too much trouble, he would remove himself with no complaints. There was no point in stirring up trouble, unless someone looked like a good and entertaining fight, and then he would challenge them thusly. Beyond that.. Jagannatha had no interest in causing a stir. He wanted somewhere to stay and someone to serve. Not that complicated. Jagannatha loped into Cocytus the same way he'd loped everywhere else, long strides eating up ground without much effort. It was snowing lightly, snowflakes disappearing in the heavy lengths of his banner and flag, both up in the air now that there was a wind to keep them aloft. Jagannatha kept his orbs open and harks pricked, nostrils flared wide, for any signs of life. He was in no hurry, as he was rarely ever hurrying anywhere, but Jagannatha was filled with curiosity at such an oddly artic place, and while his expression was as blank as ever, his mind was wandering with unusual animation.
tagged ;; desires with witchcrypt
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