Jagmeet | God of Earth | King Over the Plains
The God of Earth watched the creature shift and contort as it made its way down to him, nostrils flaring slightly as he exhaled heavily. His warm breath smelled of a morning on a spring meadow, his eyes narrowing slightly as he observed the creature now below him. Shapeshifting was famous magic from the swamp region, and surely this was one of Keir's creatures sent here either consciously or unconsciously by him. Only Keir would send his children to Jagmeets steps so brashly, though perhaps Anevay may as well? Though that was a longer trek for her creatures, and they would surely not miss the opportunity to come forth loudly, flamboyantly, and irrationally.
Something seemed off about this cryptid as it addressed him, listening to its tone list like a broken rhyme, Jagmeet could almost smell the secrets it kept beneath its hide. Its aura was stronger than most, though it seemed to lack the same sense as others. Perhaps it was exceptionally skilled and wished to test itself against the greatest wielders it could find? Jagmeet hummed a deep rumble in his chest as he looked over the creature once more, making sure this wasn't something beyond a foolish task the creature had set its sights upon.
"And with this knowledge, do you still insist on sparring with me, creature?" Jagmeets voice rumbled out again, fixing his emerald eyes on the creature as he picked up his hoof and sharply cracked it back into the earth, causing a slight rumbled of the ground beneath and around the pair. It was a warning of what was to come.
WC: 268 Words | +1 Chimes
