Glass Dolls

The Leviathan of the Stars - 1

"Genius or not, you are only human. Pry too deeply into these things and your intellect will rot away."

From The Interrogations of The Starlight Unra'xi held by Conductor Velvette.

Level of Refraction: 103 degrees.

In the distant corners of the Universe a planet is swallowed up. Red tendrils of Fate stretch into the third dimensional plane from somewhere beyond, consuming a civilization that failed to uphold its end of the bargain.

Lev'viat'han calms her mind as she looks at the gruesome destruction from several hundred lightyears away. Six shining eyes focus inside the young Starwyrm's skull, preparing for what she is about to do.

It is not battle, no no, it is something that none of her kind has tried before. But she is young, she is a pioneer, she is a gambler, though cosmic odds may mean nothing to her calculating mind.

A red eye focuses, and the dragon's long body twirls into position, beige scales glittering in the starlight. Four great paws flex, and her wings tuck into her body before the beast launches herself forward. Space bends at her will, the concept of distance melting into something puny and insignificant.

And she is in front of Fate's pulsating body. The vile stench of the Horror fills her nose, but she thrusts herself forward just a bit more as the thing continues to feast on the planet. Her paws sink into its essence, and her mind raises its warning signs as the red strings wrap around her limbs, trying to take control of its enemy.

As the red matter fuses with her scales Lev'viat'han tries to pull back, and is struck by a celestial emotion akin to surprise when she finds that she cannot. Not easily, at least, for with a bit of mind's work she is presently able to pull away from the vile red mass.

Then she flees, flying far away into the depths of space. As she travels she looks down at her paws. The red matter has congealed, hardening within and above and around her scales. She flexes her claws, and while it feels a bit stiff, the dragon finds that she is still able to move about properly.

I was right. She processes the fact. As I never intended to do battle with it, it never saw me as a threat.

Perhaps it is the dawn of a new era for these beautiful creatures. Perhaps this ancient war is one step closer to being finished. But perhaps...

-Halt-

Perhaps the pure logic intrinsic to these majestic creatures will be their downfall.

Lev'viat'han comes to an abrupt halt in the pink nebula she's traveling through. Presently another dragon reveals itself to her, fading into view from within the cosmic dust. It looks like her, yet it doesn't.

-Sibling Chorutmar- Lev'viat'han greets the Starwyrm that called out to her with her mind's eye.

-Lev'viat'han, it seems as though you have been putting your claws into things that you don't truly understand-

Lev'viat'han has no desire to make a retort. The one she speaks to is far older than her, with far more data in its brain. This will end the same way, regardless of what she says, so the young dragon focuses her sight and prepares for a struggle.