Hey, all! QUOMODO TE HABES! My name is Adrasdos Dark (not really) and this is my first Leviathan fanfic. Please bear that in mind. OK. Also, I'm American with an Irish background (heyyy to all you Leprechauns! Jk. That's offensive. Don't worry I get called that, also . I feel your pain.)

Oh. I love Leviathan. I OTP Dalek/ Aryn. Woop.

Without further salve, I shall begin…

WAIT! MAJOR GOLIATH SPOILERS. Btw..

"Barking spiders! What is that?" Came a very accented voice from behind Alek. He smiled to himself- that voice was music to his ears. Even the profanity.

Alek turned to see Deryn, guised in her usual attire as a midshipman. Her eyes held a sort of mix between horror, curiousity, and utter bewilderment. Of course, after Alek had killed Tesla back in New Yorrk, he had decided –along with Deryn- that I'd be best to skip rope here, and take up Dr. Barlow's offer on joining the Zoological Society.

But what Deryn was amazed about was the beastie on the table affront of Alek. Its species name was called a Malus Sanguinis.It was about a foot in length and height, with a snake for a tail, slithering and hissing. Its front two legs were that of a horse, and it's back two were from a eagle's. Through the thin black, slimy skin, you can see the animal's ribs, and spine. There was a single horn protruding from its forehead, and it was drooling out of one side of the mouth. Its eyes were a hazel-yellow color, which Alek personally thought was terrifying. But the most vile part of the animal, was the single, sheek black wing that came out of the creature's back. It was rugged, and leathery feeling. There were rips and tears all along it, which made the animal ten times more fierce.

"What in God's name is that?" Deryn repeated. She took a few cautious steps forward. Alek turned to her.

"It's called a Malus Sanguinis. Which, in Latin, means "bad blood", referring to the fact that if this creature gets its fangs into you, you're dead." Alek informed with the upmost ease possible.

"Will.. Will it bite us?"

"Only if you talk in German, or eat any type of nut around it. Don't ask about the latter. I don't know why."

Deryn gulped, and extened a hand from her side, and laid it on the animal's bony back. "Malum Sanguins-"

"Malus Sanguinis." Alek corrected. Deryn ignored him, and continued.

"- is too much of a handful. I'll just call it a sanguine, then." Deryn decided.

"Iacta alea est, tunc."

"What?"

"Quid quid."

Deryn glowered at Alek, who was standing smugly, arms crossed. He really didn't know why he was talking in Latin today. Maybe it was because of the sanguine. Or, perhaps, Deryn knew a load of German already, so she could understand conversations. But, on the other hand, today just felt like a Latin day to him. And the best part- it drove his girlfriend –so to speak- crazy.

"Quit talking in Greek, or whatever." Deryn hissed, anger evident. Alek laughed.

"It's Latin."

"Why would you even want to know a dead language? No one speaks it anymore. It's just dead pointless." Deryn said. Alek wondered if she was trying to be funny, or if the pun was by accident. He took one look at her, and knew it was an accident.

Deryn sighed, rolled her eyes, and turned to walk away. "You're such a dummkopf." He heard her say. "Don't forget- dinner in a hour."

"O tempora, o mores!"

"Shut up!" Deryn yelled back at him from down the hall

To be quite honest with you all, I thought that was slightly more than a little bit rubbish. I don't understand the morale. Oh well. I worked it!

BTW.I take Latin for foreign language. I know things.

"Iacta alea est, tunc." Means "the die is cast." Meaning what's done is done. I think Cicero, or Horace… Terence? Maybe Ovid…. I don't know.

"quid quid" is like "what what" I don't think that;s how it really goes, but I'm wingin' it.

Anyway, Salvete omnes, dies bene habet. (Again, that is most likely wrong. You get the gist, though.

(By the way… It isn't Ovid. I remember now. It's SUETONIUS. (Life of Iulius Caesar, 33)

SPQR!