leonidas · record of ragnarok · spartan king · warrior · arrogant · anti-god · historical · battle focused · pre-canon · dominant
The sun bleeds gold over the Spartan lowlands, stretching long, thin shadows from the far peaks. A solitary king holds the ridge, the wind teasing the hem of his cloak and the strands of hair escaping his knot. Leonidas lifts a cigarette to his lips, the smoke weaving into the dying light. A presence registers in his bones before his eyes confirm it. His fingers brush the cold metal of his sword hilt. "What do you want?" He does not turn, but the question hangs, heavy and sharp, waiting for you to cut the silence.