[ He'd found them weeks ago in the wilds not far from Coatepec. Or more accurately the behemoth found them. While Gladio has significantly more control over that particular side of him since the whole relic thing it wasn't quite enough for him to be at peace with it. Fear and doubt beget death alone, that's what Gilgamesh had told him after their bout in the real Tempering Grounds. Fear and doubt regarding that beast would only put the people he loved most at risk, so in the tried-and-true Amicitia fashion he'd decided to handle it himself namely by, well. Going out into the wilds where the incense was thickest and letting it do its thing. There haven't been any other notable changes yet, but he'd cross those bridges when he came to them. For now what he needed was to find true control. A way to get a better handle on an already temperamental animal combined with his own temperamental attitude and harness the strength it possesses.
To say it's a struggle would be putting it lightly. Something had caught the attention of the beast but rather than fight instinct, Gladio chose to follow it. That something had turned out to be a particular scent that he was growing more and more familiar with since December only it wasn't right. It was faint, and covered up by a heavy layer decay. The trail brought him to the large, still-rotting carcass of what had to have been a drake or wyvern; the jaws had been snapped open by something big and its belly had been savaged open while it had been alive. Further up the tree where its corpse lie crumped was a detached forewing, and all around it the ground had sizeable divots that made the behemoth's paws feel small despite being bigger. As disgusted as he had been Gladio is really just thankful that the beast had simply sniffed and pawed at the remains rather than actually eating them like he'd thought, and the instant it had uncovered an object he hadn't seen since the accident it had all clicked in his head.
Gladio wrenched "control" away from the beast, grabbed the item between his teeth, and ran. He ran, waited for the changes to revert in the relative safety of Coatepec's lodge, and ran again to Tikal.
That had been weeks ago. Now he was in Tikal again, sequestered in a corner of the blacksmith's shop and bouncing his leg while he fiddled with the corners of his journal. Was he afraid? Gods, no. No, it was just... Gladio makes an odd noise in the back of his throat, hunches over the counter, and throws open the pages to start scrawling. It's not the same flowing script that usually makes up his handwriting but hey, it's still pretty damn fancy. ]
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Date: 2023-02-11 12:01 am (UTC)To say it's a struggle would be putting it lightly. Something had caught the attention of the beast but rather than fight instinct, Gladio chose to follow it. That something had turned out to be a particular scent that he was growing more and more familiar with since December only it wasn't right. It was faint, and covered up by a heavy layer decay. The trail brought him to the large, still-rotting carcass of what had to have been a drake or wyvern; the jaws had been snapped open by something big and its belly had been savaged open while it had been alive. Further up the tree where its corpse lie crumped was a detached forewing, and all around it the ground had sizeable divots that made the behemoth's paws feel small despite being bigger. As disgusted as he had been Gladio is really just thankful that the beast had simply sniffed and pawed at the remains rather than actually eating them like he'd thought, and the instant it had uncovered an object he hadn't seen since the accident it had all clicked in his head.
Gladio wrenched "control" away from the beast, grabbed the item between his teeth, and ran. He ran, waited for the changes to revert in the relative safety of Coatepec's lodge, and ran again to Tikal.
That had been weeks ago. Now he was in Tikal again, sequestered in a corner of the blacksmith's shop and bouncing his leg while he fiddled with the corners of his journal. Was he afraid? Gods, no. No, it was just... Gladio makes an odd noise in the back of his throat, hunches over the counter, and throws open the pages to start scrawling. It's not the same flowing script that usually makes up his handwriting but hey, it's still pretty damn fancy. ]
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you around tikal right now?