Leviathan - Outlander - Colt

[Captain Flighty]

Foal Name: Leviathan
Parents: Novelty x Megrim
Siblings from Same Breeding: Vivillion
Desired Alliance: Outlander

Sample Post: The coal black foal shook his entire frame; head to tail his skin twitched over his lean musculature. Flies and mosquitoes swarmed all around him in the cool darkness of the cavern's mouth. He could hear the moans, screams and pacing hooves of those deep within the caverns. Wyvern was below, causing some of those screams. The Punisher had forbade the young colt from venturing into the caves, but his curiosity was far too great to listen. He was old enough to understand that she did not want him to go because he was too young, but he was certain it would be better to know than to ponder on it; to dream of it. His imagination was becoming a dark and ugly place. He was rather determined to see it for himself, to hear it, everything. Could the prisoners and the punishments Wyvern delivered upon them truly be as bad as he imagined? He assured himself it couldn't be. Nothing could be worse than the things in his mind that woke him screaming in the night.

His thin and awkward frame shivered as he took another step forward and an ear splitting scream raced up from the cavern depths and seemed to root him in place. His black towers twitched and pinned back in response to the sound. The tissues that ran laterally along his frame itched in a strange instinctual way and as the chilling talons or fear ran down his spine he stepped backward. The black tissue fanned out from the sides of his nape; forming a cobra-like hood. He shook out his frame again and took a deep breath. He had to see. He moved forward again; his tongue flicking out nervously. He could taste the blood in the air; the thick acidic scent of fear mingling with it and he shivered again.

"Leviathan!"

The sharp, deep scolding tone could belong only to Crion. The black colt flinched at the voice and sidestepped away; his leathery wings fluttering with the movement before he pulled them in against his side to hide them once more. It took him several moments before he could respond as he attempted to recover more from the shame of his wings being seen than the shame of being caught in this place. Crion waited silently; a massive granite presence. Finally the coal black colt took a deep breath and looked up at the grey stallion. Crion's deep red eyes stared down with clear disapproval. "I was looking for Wyvern, Sir Crion." he said respectfully, not lying outright, though he wasn't speaking the plain truth either. Crion's eyes narrowed.

"The Lady Punisher forbid you from this domain, forbid all foals from this place. I know well you were informed of the rules, young master." he spoke in an admonishing tone. "You also know well that Lord Wyvern is not to be disturbed at this hour."

"I have to stop the nightmares, Sir." Leviathan whispered after a moment of hesitation. Crion's skull lowered toward him then.

"Your nightmares could never compare to what lies in this cave, son. The darkest parts of your young soul could never fathom the horror of this place." Crion spoke in hushed tones; his dark eyes flickering toward the mouth of the cave and then back to the colt. Leviathan was not ignorant, he saw the hesitation, the discomfort in the older stallion and that made him shiver; his entire frame trembling. He was certain now he'd been wrong. Crion was right. As if to emphasize that realization another scream; a high pitched keening that sounded like the inside of a tomb ricocheted from the depths of the cave. Crion shivered and moved toward Leviathan; herding him away from the horrible place.