The dawn had rised

Constant would the beat of the drum thrum in the titan’s ear and constant would his ability to strengthen the bonds to the earth. His paws were spread wide in the caverns as if he would begin a routine unseen by others – perhaps his Atalanta but that would surely not effect him today of all days. His tail would flicker behind him as the militant would become poised for the onslaught that would occur, the elements thrumming in his head in an effort to become more apt at the mastery of the earth below his feet. Ebony claws would dig into the ground beneath him as they gripped at the rock beneath his features – pliable sandstone that seemed to respond easier to his touch than the dense granite he normally found. He was beginning to understand the different textures and types of rock that were at his control. Dipping his own inky talons into the stone as his left forepaw would slam into ground as the rock would slide – the space of the plateau before the river beside him swept away the rest of the deposits was perfect and easy to access. His movements were choreographed – the way that he moved bringing the shards of earth over and above his head as the rocks were thrown. It was like he was a scientist – testing out all the different ways he hypothesized that he could control the earth while the focus would tighten and strain his mind. Breath would become ragged as the azure Basilieus would release his vocal cords in a soft hymn of thanks to the gods, his body slightly weakened from the movements.

THE BASILIEUS WOULD STAND WITH A POISE MUCH LIKE THE REST OF THE KONGES WITHIN THE LANDS OF DI – HE HAD HELD HIS CROWN FOR COUPLE OF DAYS , IT WAS SOMETHING OF A PRIZE TO HIM . THE OTHER KONGES WOULD FALL TO THE SHADOWS BUT THE MOUNTAIN MONARCH SEEMED TO HAVE BEEN THE ONLY CONSTANT WITHIN THE LANDS . HIS TAIL WOULD TWIST AND ARCH , THE TIP TICKLING HIS ANKLES WHEN THE WOMAN’S MOVEMENTS WOULD CHANGE FROM SOMETHING SUBTLE TO THAT OF AGGRESSION . HIS MIND WOULD WORK QUICKLY BUT HIS BODY WOULD ARCH TO REACT TO THE WOMAN’S OWN MOVEMENTS . HER VOCALS WOULD REGISTER LATER AS HIS CHIN WOULD TUCK LIGHTLY AND HIS SHOULDERS WOULD ROLL FORWARD . BALANCE WOULD BEGIN TO BE SET , AS HE WOULD ALLOW CERULEAN GAZE TO SWEEP THE AREA WITH A SMOOTH TWIST OF HIS HEAD . FEEL ? NO , THE KING HAD NOT FELT ANYTHING BUT IT WAS STILL SOMETHING TO CHECK INTO AS HE BEGAN TO RELAX THE TENSED MUSCLES SLOWLY . “ so you must be the Basilissa. “ HE WOULD QUESTION – A SUDDEN DAWNING THAT NONE OF THEM HAD EXCHANGED NAMES YET , TITLES YET UNFORTHCOMING AS IT WOULD SEEM THAT THERE WAS STILL MORE TO BE HELD WITHIN THESE LANDS . MUNINN WAS NEVER A CONSTANT , ALWAYS CHANGING , THE TURBULENT AIR COULD HOLD MANY DANGERS . STILL , THE KING WONDERED WHAT THE WOMAN HAD HEARD .