THE UNDEFEATED
DRAEMIDUS PRIME
Xaeldrask Inner Sanctum
Chieftains Quarters-
Eyes were tarried by the faint light, squinting in half-measurements as the mind slowly woke from several rare hours of slumber. As if, almost fused together; the lids refused to part. Consciousness stirred feeling, numbness giving way to the familiar warmth of limbs. A sixth of his mind reclined into the bedding, searching for a continuation of the well earned rest now interrupted. However, the other five parts served to remind him of his routine. One he would not break.
An instinctual stir slid the lithe curved obstruction from his bare chest, next an instinctual reflex as stray thin sheets fell from the muscle-bound stretches of carapace and scared flesh. The muscles of the face were finally afforded some small give, lids slowly retracted.
Tathra awoke. He stood up, forcing his legs to stagnate and waken. His form stiffened into some semblance of a wakened state. His eyes scanned the room, seeing the same familiar dimly lit Quarters he had fallen into sleep within. The warm of the bed was comforting, but he dared not linger. Even in what little leisure time he had, he had things to see too, things to upkeep.
At least in the comfort of his own personal space, he was free of any physical burdens. His naked form was one he relished, free from the confines of armour he wore for months without end. He walked down the circular stacking-steps from the open bedroom into the living space, opening a large container, its interior was cold and filled with nourishments.
The titan removed a small vase of liquid, knocking back its nutrient rich contents before setting the vase down on the marble bar. He moved slowly across the room, back still turned to the bed and its contents. The cool tunnel breeze touched him, and the large titan rolled his shoulders.
He'd cherish the momentary relaxation.
Xaeldrask Inner Sanctum
Chieftains Quarters-
Eyes were tarried by the faint light, squinting in half-measurements as the mind slowly woke from several rare hours of slumber. As if, almost fused together; the lids refused to part. Consciousness stirred feeling, numbness giving way to the familiar warmth of limbs. A sixth of his mind reclined into the bedding, searching for a continuation of the well earned rest now interrupted. However, the other five parts served to remind him of his routine. One he would not break.
An instinctual stir slid the lithe curved obstruction from his bare chest, next an instinctual reflex as stray thin sheets fell from the muscle-bound stretches of carapace and scared flesh. The muscles of the face were finally afforded some small give, lids slowly retracted.
Tathra awoke. He stood up, forcing his legs to stagnate and waken. His form stiffened into some semblance of a wakened state. His eyes scanned the room, seeing the same familiar dimly lit Quarters he had fallen into sleep within. The warm of the bed was comforting, but he dared not linger. Even in what little leisure time he had, he had things to see too, things to upkeep.
At least in the comfort of his own personal space, he was free of any physical burdens. His naked form was one he relished, free from the confines of armour he wore for months without end. He walked down the circular stacking-steps from the open bedroom into the living space, opening a large container, its interior was cold and filled with nourishments.
The titan removed a small vase of liquid, knocking back its nutrient rich contents before setting the vase down on the marble bar. He moved slowly across the room, back still turned to the bed and its contents. The cool tunnel breeze touched him, and the large titan rolled his shoulders.
He'd cherish the momentary relaxation.
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