No one is so fierce that he dares to stir him up.
Who then is he who can stand before me?
Who has first given to me, that I should repay him?
Whatever is under the whole heaven is mine.
“I will not keep silence concerning his limbs,
or his mighty strength, or his goodly frame.
Who can strip off his outer garment?
Who would come near him with a bridle?
Who can open the doors of his face?
Around his teeth is terror.
His back is made of rows of shields,
shut up closely as with a seal.
One is so near to another
that no air can come between them.
They are joined one to another;
they clasp each other and cannot be separated.
His sneezings flash forth light,
and his eyes are like the eyelids of the dawn.
Out of his mouth go flaming torches;
sparks of fire leap forth.
Out of his nostrils comes forth smoke,
as from a boiling pot and burning rushes.
His breath kindles coals,
and a flame comes forth from his mouth.
In his neck abides strength,
and terror dances before him.
The folds of his flesh stick together,
firmly cast on him and immovable.
His heart is hard as a stone,
hard as the lower millstone.
When he raises himself up Gods are afraid;
at the crashing they are beside themselves.
Though the sword reaches him, it does not avail,
nor the spear, the dart, or the javelin.
He counts iron as straw,
and bronze as rotten wood.
The arrow cannot make him flee;
for him sling stones are turned to stubble.
Clubs are counted as stubble;
he laughs at the rattle of javelins.
His underparts are like sharp potsherds;
he spreads himself like a threshing sledge on the mire.
He makes the deep boil like a pot;
he makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
Behind him he leaves a shining wake;
one would think the deep to be white-haired.
On earth there is not his like,
a creature without fear.

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Greetings, Mortal, I am Leviathan, Lord of the Seas. I am a mighty serpent, preying on all who enter my waters, though I do encourage you to try and earn my favor. Chuckles softly

I don't imagine I'll spend much of my time here, so I do have a skype with which you may contact me, but it must be known that it is a secondary account, kept separate from my professional life, so I may not be on there much either, though it can be assumed that when you do spy me, I may very well be on the hunt, and so you'd best hide yourself away until the coast is clear. I enjoy toying with my victims before consuming them, sometimes alive, sometimes they perish in my coils beforehand. If I had limbs I imagine I'd enjoy stepping or trampling as well, as I've seen in other marvelous pieces on this site, who knows, maybe one day I shall will myself a Bipedal form so that I may partake.

There is nothing I love more then feeling the quiver in my grasp, begging and pleading for their lives... it gets my blood pumping. That is to say I wont say no to willing prey -sacrifices to stem my wrath-, but given the choice I'd choose those more fearful of their fate.


I am not an artist, but do plan on partaking in what this community has to offer, which is to say art mostly. Perhaps you'd best keep an eye on me, that way you may see me coming for you.




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His eyes are like a flame of fire, and on his head are many diadems, and he has a name written that no one knows but himself.