The Hunt (Closed)

[Leviathan]

Leviathan had begun to wonder just where the Jul known as the pirates had decided to take themselves.Likely tat much like the predators of the past they had retreated once hunted to some kind of refuge of theirs. This was going to be the trick though. Finding out just where that refuge was. And hunting them to the very last. Leviathan, despite his child like mind was actually a rather intellegent hunter. And the aspect of being quite innocent only made it easier for him to make what the Jul would commonly refer to as " friends". Whilst he appeared stange and foriegn to them they would likely think of him as a simpleton. One who could be no harm to anyone at all. Leviathan knew this. It had been like that with the Nympho woman. She had seen it in his eyes, the innocence and she had been kind. But it was the kindess one showed to a child.

So he had decided to take his hunt upon the land. There were peopole here who knew just what the Jul who roamed the seas were. He had been among the humans. The ones who due to years of inbreeding had become defective. But they were not the paike. He had been among the Hylians. And like the great whales, they defended strips of the seas. Fighting off the Paike. They were not predators. But they would come next. The Paike were the ones of bronze skin. And he needed to find where in the lands of the Jul these ones came from. So that he might find one, and discover their secrets.

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[Leviathan]

His hunt had led him to one of the places that he knew.

Well he knew the name of. Whilst Leviathan was aware that this was not the true home of the Jul which he saught it was a place that he had wanted to see. And it had a name of importance. Death Mountain. He recalled the speech with the one called Drogan. The creature of the stone. His people were the Mul of the Yoi. The fire. And here there was little moisture. Making it deeply uncomfortable to him. ut in his emory he picked out vitals pieces of information which made it suitable as a place to come seeking his quarry. The Goron were master craftsman. Those who made the weapons of the Jul. And because they made the weapons of the Jul. They were likely ones to seek out looking for information about the tanned skins who hunted on the high seas. Of course, Leviathan wasn't privvy to such things as racial unity in this world. And had absolutely no idea that if he had simply asked. Someone would have pointed him in the direction of the desert.

He stood on the edges of the mountain and felt his strength being sapped by the raw heat in the air. He did not like this place. He did not understand how anyone could have ever liked it. No wonder those who lived here were made of stone. They would need to be.

"....This is....disruptive..."

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