testosterone boys and harlequin girls [nura]

Wandering, wandering. A constant, driving urge. Everywhere to be, but nowhere to be quickly. Thus, the titan seemed only to move at a lackadaisical pace at best. As of late, there had been nothing important to do. Complete radio silence from Amon, since their sister's departure. Which was fair, the two had been quite close, and her absence was felt like a sore upon their collective paws. Unrelenting and bothersome. Without any direction, the deity could only turn to their most basic duties. There were no missions on which they could be sent. No need for intimidation, nor violence. There was nothing for them as a spy, nor an executioner. With Andras' departure, none of their kin seemed to share their slavering desire for carnage.

They moved along listlessly, two toned eyes drinking in the surroundings. If this was to be their duty, they would do it to the best of their abilities. Today, they had found a strange sight indeed. An offshoot from the continent, a fair sized peninsula. Nothing in the way of shelter from the elements, as mild as they may be today. No blazing heat nor drenching rain, at the moment. The ominous clouds rolling in overhead threatened otherwise. The sandy giant made note that they ought not dally long, with the weather teasing a dangerous turn. Even now, the distant waves began to don their grey caps.

Heavy gait would carry them along the shifting sands. Trapped by the beach was a deep pool of ocean water. Teeming with small fish. Perhaps a primordial beast lurked deep within, where the water turned from deep navy to fathomless indigo. The thought bade them not step too near its grasp. Lengthy strides pulled them nearer the ring of water, towards the soft cerulean edges. The gentle pull of its weak tides lapped at their toes. A heavy sigh shoved itself from their lungs, flanks shuddering. Glancing into the unknown abyss, they had a thought. If they brought an ancient beast to the Empire, would they be hailed a hero?