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i'm a young lover's rage [vol vs airlia] - Volterra - 01-26-2017


For Volterra, anger is a familiar friend. Anger is safe. Anger is a warm embrace, the soft caress of a long-time lover. Anger is something he can wield, something he can channel, something he can truly enjoy in the most basic sense.

This is not anger. This is more. The sight of his daughter's lifeless, mangled corpse has pushed the leviathan past the point of rage, past the pumping heart forged by wrath and the red-hot blaze of defiance that flattens the ears and stiffens the muscles. The spiderweb mare's words do nothing, her insults falling on ears that are too numb with grief to truly appreciate them. His volcanic temper is triggered by the most minuscule of things - missing his mark in battle, tripping over, being insulted. Nothing like this has ever happened to him before, and it has thrust him through the safe, warm veil of his rage into the cold unfamiliarity of something completely different.

Hatred. This is hatred. Usually, even when he's at his maddest, when the tempest burns within him and leads him to bring chaos upon those who have wronged him, Volterra holds no true malice towards the force of his ire. They are a means to an end; they do not incite anything like this. Airlia, the mare he thought he could love, has done something unforgiveable. She's murdered a child, his child, his precious Vezér, and that has driven him beyond the point of anger to something even more dangerous. From the ashes of his sorrow, his utter bone-numbing, mind-crushing misery, has risen a beast of a different breed. It's loathing, soul-deep loathing, cold and painful and bright within his heart.

It's the purest fucking thing he has ever felt in his life, and also the most terrifying.

"She was so much more than you will ever be," is all he can say, all he can force out between clenched teeth and a throat constricted by mourning. To think that he thought he could love this woman - in so many ways she was perfect, beautiful and powerful and imbued with a serious lack of fucks to give, an ideal addition to his harem. She bore him a darling daughter and he was stupid enough to think that it would be the start of something glorious; his empire, his life, his glory.

Then she burnt it down, ripped it apart and slathered herself in the remains.

Whereas his anger makes him act rashly, stupidly, this hatred clears his mind of everything. He is cold, calm, calculated; he knows what must happen, knows it with a conviction so strong that he doesn't need his rage. She must die. It is the only thing to do, the only logical outcome of this heart-wrenching event. An eye for an eye in the most primitive sense of the word; she killed his daughter, and so she must fall into Hell as well. The death of any child is a crime worthy of the highest punishment in Volterra's eyes, but to slaughter his child?

That ice-cold, stony sensation of loathing inside him tells him to make sure she dies screaming.

He can't let himself dwell on her final words; on the fact that she's been abusing his daughter without him even noticing, that he'd managed to again be a negligent, useless father by not saving the filly from the cruelty inflicted on her by the one woman who she would have trusted above all. No, he can't let himself think of that, because that will detract from how much he despises Airlia by inflicting the blame upon himself. That cannot happen. The time for self-flagellation will come later - now is the time for revenge.

She lunges, misses, but it does nothing to remove the sentence he has handed her. The Indomitable clicks into battle-mode as quickly as it takes to blink. He lunges forwards, seeking to approach the mare head-on; he aims to slam his chest into her own, wanting to barge her over backwards with his superior weight and stun her enough to let him end her. His jaws snap forwards, aiming for her left eye, knowing that if he rips that out, it will aid him in annihilating her.

There is no question that his dragons will help him. This is not a simple spar, meaningless and emotionless - this is the most important fight of his life. This is to avenge his daughter, his precious slaughtered princess, and the dragons feel his anguish as much as he does. Vadir swoops first, aiming for Airlia's back with a torrent of flame erupting from her gaping jaws. The burning pits of Hell await her.

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For @Airlia , a direct continuation of this thread. This fight will continue until Airlia is at 0 HP. Set in the Deep Forest.

Emotion for his quest: true hate

1/? - 779 words

FOOL ME ONCE, IT'S SHAME ON YOU
FOOL ME TWICE AND LET THE WOLVES COME CRASHING THROUGH
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RE: i'm a young lover's rage [vol vs airlia] - Airlia - 02-03-2017


Airlia

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned"
She giggled madly at the broken man. Her plan was going perfect; kill the girl, break the father. She watches him wallow in his pain with tears on his face. She smirks while giggles still seep from her soft lips. Her horned head swings with her evil glee as her eyes roll darkly. It all ends when he rises to his massive hooves. She eyes him taking in his superior size and strength. She stiffens her silver eyes watching him closely. If she had been sane the lady would have run for the hills. Then again, if she had been in her right mind the mare would never have murdered her child.

His words cause her ears to slam back like a bear trap. She shows her teeth in a silent snarl. "Oh ya just like you are." Her head lowers neck extended with her own sick rage. "You were to wrapped up in fucking ever last girl you could to even notice she was in pain. That I was tormenting her." She smirked and lifted her head back up the rage evident on her once beautiful features. He would pay for his nasty words, for his stupidity.

She watches him, watches the pain and anger fighting in him. She smirks darkly her teeth still bared at him. Her long tail lashes out behind her, a whip of flesh and bone. She had crushed every last hope and dream he had for them and their filly. Giggles slither from her lips as she watches him come to the retaliation he had failed. He was a boy to wrapped up in in bedding every weak and useless girl he could find. His daughter had paid for the his insolent behavior. He had ruined her life by cursing her with a weak useless girl, so she ruined his by taking her away.

Nostrils flared, drawing in the stench of death and blood that covered her body. She revels at the twisted deed she had just accomplished. She lunged missed then broke into laughter; her mind blacker than a starless sky. While lost in her wild joy he slams into her chest and she lands on the ground with a massive thump. Pain erupts through the right side of her body as sticks stab at her sides.

She rolls to her feet and stands shakily, trying to catch her breath. As she stands wheezing the massive golden dragon she had once admired dove towards her fire seeping from her powerful jaws. With a squeal of pain and anger she darted to the to the right trying to avoid most of the flames. Even so fire spread over her left side burning the hide to a crisp. She squealed as the psychosis rage clouded every logical thought. She dove straight at him, already limping blood gushing down her side as she pulled the burns open. Her horned head ducked down as she tried to bite him. Alabaster teeth flashed aiming for the lower part of his flank,down towards his belly.

The pain was awful, but the boiling black tar rage was worse. It drove her on, pushed her to the brink of what her body could handle. A sane horse would have turned and ran home with her tail between her legs. She could have told her mother she had been kidnapped. She could have married that old creep had his strong colt then taken over when he mysteriously died. Instead she was here. The mare should have been locked away in the deepest darkest corner of mental institute; instead she was fighting for her life in a battle that was already won.
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Words;; 610
OOC/Tags;; @Volterra
1/?
Mild damage to her right side due to sticks, sever burns on her left side.
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RE: i'm a young lover's rage [vol vs airlia] - Volterra - 02-04-2017


Her words are insane, the ramblings of a madwoman; how can he not have seen this coming? How could she have fooled him so easily? Unfortunately for him, Volterra already knows the answer to that question, but he cannot bring himself to acknowledge it - when he comes to women, he is a fool. He saw what he wanted to see. He saw the beautiful, curvaceous mare with ideals that fell into line with his own, saw the first addition to his harem, the strong wife to stand by his side as he mounted the world. He chose not to see the signs - her talking about the killing of weak children in her homeland, the unexplained bruises on Vezér's body, the smile that never quite reached her eyes.

That's the truth of it - he is as culpable in his daughter's murder as Airlia is through virtue of his ability to turn the other cheek to things he doesn't want to see. That's why this sheer hatred is bubbling through him like a waterfall of molten sewerage; because it's not just her he loathes, it's himself.

"HOW COULD YOU?" he roars, even though she's already told him, even though she's already made it clear that she did it because of his other woman and because she could. He slams into her, barging her onto the ground, but before he can take advantage of her fallen position (because there's no notion of honour or chivalry inside him now; he will do anything and everything it takes to destroy her), she's sprung back to her feet, just in time to receive the scorching heat of Vadir's flames. The reek of burning flesh offers no satisfaction to the titan; he's gone too far beyond that now.

"She was our daughter," comes the stallion's voice again; as deep as ever but tinged with anguish, with distress, with boiling loathing. "You carried her inside you. You should have been willing to put your life on the line for her, do anything for her, but you killed her." Saying it out loud only makes it more real, but before he can continue, she's lunging at him. Her jaws collide with his left side towards his underbelly, creating a small bruise that aches against the steaming mass of his flesh, but he hardly notices.

"You stole her life. Now I end yours."

He lunges forwards again, this time aiming for her scorched left side. He seeks to slam his chest into the damaged area, launching his mammoth head forwards to try and pepper it with bites and further the damage. As much as he wants to go in for the kill straight away, he knows he must wear her down first, weaken her; that sick little part of his mind, the part where his love for his daughter used to live, urges him to prolong the process, to make her suffer for her sins. The rest of him agrees.

A cacophony of shrieks rings out as Vérzés and Vadir swoop in unison, their glorious bodies plummeting from the sky in perfect tandem. Under any other circumstance Volterra would marvel at his companions fighting together for him for the very first time, but he cannot; he only cares that they do their job properly. Vérzés aims for the mare's face, seeking to slam his whole body into it whilst his clawed forepaws try to slash at her eyes. Vadir swoops low, sending another raking blast of flame this time towards the mare's hindlegs in the hope of disabling them and allowing her bonded to bring his prey down.

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@Airlia

2/? - 601 words

FOOL ME ONCE, IT'S SHAME ON YOU
FOOL ME TWICE AND LET THE WOLVES COME CRASHING THROUGH
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RE: i'm a young lover's rage [vol vs airlia] - Airlia - 02-08-2017


Airlia

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned"
Airlia took an ax gave her daughter forty whacks. Saw what she had done and gave her husband forty-one. Lizzie Borden had nothing on her right now. Laughter burst from her in ragged gasps as she tossed her horned head wildly. Before she could repeat the words for his pleasure his bulk slammed into her. Pain pilled on top of more pain as the dragon fire engulfed her side. She screamed with her agony and rage.

His anguished voice and words made the mare giggle once more. "Oh, stupid boy!" She sobered for a moment as she watched him wallow in his own self pity. "I did do something for her. You see, I ended her suffering!" Laughter rushed from her in great black clouds of craziness. Everything was over for her before her weak mind and body had brought everyone even more suffering. She watched him her anger and pain growing as she did so. "You are the reason this happened. If it hadn't been for your weak sperm we could have had a mighty colt. A colt to mount the world and rule them all! Even you!" She glared her eyes narrowing to glowing silver slits.

Her teeth did little more than anger the massive beast even more. He yelled words at her and lunged once more. her damaged side slowed her down, and she couldn't get away fast enough. She jumps right, but not far enough to evade his bites. Teeth tear into charred flesh sending fresh blood streaming down her side. She screams her legs fighting to hold her weight up. Her slender body shakes with the ghastly agony.

She side steps out of his reach panting with the effort and pain. Before she can so much as catch her breath the dragon's soar down with a screech of rage. A blaze of ruby red slams into her face knocking her sideways. She screams as talons slice her face. Blood streams down her once beautiful face. She trashes her head trying to dislodge and slash the scaly pest. Her screams continue turning from that of rage to pure never ending pain.

When she thinks it can't get any worse fire blasts her tender hide again. She can feel the flesh and fur melting under the intense heat. Her hind end was roasted to perfection; stick a fork in her she was done.  She squeals in pure panic and shies further to the right trying her best to get away from everything that was attacking her. In her panic addled brain she trips over her own legs. She toppled to her right side screaming as she fell. This was it she was sure the stallion would be on her any second. Airlia was sure the stallion would finish her off himself. She had hurt him as much as she could. If he approached he would have a perfect shot at her ruined left side. Her eyes still flashed and her head waved around teeth bared ready to strike when he decided to make his move.
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Words;; 508
OOC/Tags;; @Volterra
1/?
Damage to her right side due to sticks, sever burns on her left side, even more damage on the burnt side due to his teeth, baddly scratched up face, and a baddly burnt ass
Tries to cut Vérzés with her horn, or at least shake him off, falls on her right side trying to get away from the dragons
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RE: i'm a young lover's rage [vol vs airlia] - Blu - 02-09-2017

please remember to number your attacks as you go, Airilia this is your 2nd not your 1st


RE: i'm a young lover's rage [vol vs airlia] - Volterra - 02-09-2017


Why does she keep laughing? The insane, maniacal sound would have already sent him tumbling over the edge into enraged oblivion if it hadn't been for the simmering ache of loathing in his chest, the ungodly pit of unbridled hatred that overwhelms everything else. This is probably the first time he's fought when he hasn't been angry, and it's a strange, unpleasant sensation to know that he is fully in control of himself. Normally he lets the rage take charge, dull his wounds and steel his veins, but today? Today, he's on his own.

If only he had his anger, then her words wouldn't hurt so damn much.

You are the reason this happened. "No," he snarls, his eyes flashing, his expression fearsome; mane flailing, jaw clenched, ears pinned. She wanted a colt, and so had he, but instead he'd got his precious Vezér and she'd been so much more than simply her gender. She'd been brimming with potential, imbued with strength, her daddy's little girl, and this monster slaughtered her. She has no right to blame it on him!

Her scream is music to his ears, spurring him on and filling his limbs with newfound strength. The warlord in him marvels at this fight, at the fact he is going to kill for only the second time; the rest of him recoils, disgusted at what he's having to do. Killing Airlia won't bring their daughter back, but it will avenge her. It will ensure that she did not die in vain - through her death, she ensured the end of a madwoman, the demise of a devil in woman's flesh. It is not much of a consolation, but Volterra needs to cling to any shred he can else he fears he will go truly mad with grief at the loss of his darling child.

Vérzés slams into the harlot's face, shrieking his delight as he successfully gauges holes in her skin. He leaps away before her horn can strike him, circles and waits for another opening; Vadir has scorched her hind end beyond recognition, and the stink of charred flesh pervades the nostrils of the dragons and their master. Volterra inhales deeply, tasting the singed stench of murder, knowing that he's winning, knowing that a few more blows should see the mare ended. She falls to the ground, and he commands his dragons to move; he intends to land the killing blow himself, although he suspects that she's not quite down and out yet.

If he has his way, though, she soon will be.

The goliath lunges forwards again and rears high; his massive forelegs flail through the air for a moment, mud flicking from the thick feathering, before he tries to bring them slamming down upon her left side, seeking to shatter every rib in that side.

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@Airlia

3/? - 469 words

FOOL ME ONCE, IT'S SHAME ON YOU
FOOL ME TWICE AND LET THE WOLVES COME CRASHING THROUGH
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RE: i'm a young lover's rage [vol vs airlia] - Airlia - 02-23-2017


Airlia

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned"
The mare watched him snarl his reply at her. Laughter still seeps from her lips as he glares. She doesn't care he was happy with a filly. She just counts that up to his foolish believes and weak raising. Her ears stay pinned against her slender head as he says no; of course it was his fault. It was his fault that they had a filly, his fault she had to die. Shinny teeth flashed as she watched him boil in his rage. She giggled wickedly, "Yes... Rage... Feels good doesn't it?" Silver eyes flashed as she watched his scarlet ones darkened with his feelings. She giggles followed her words seeping away into screams of pain and her own rage.

The attacks hit hard and fast; he was relentless. Blood soaks into the Birdsong grass melding with that of the corpse she had mutilated. As the red dragon slices at her face she screams blood pouring into her eyes. Her horn sliced at him and missed. She screamed in agony and anger fire burned at her ass. She fell twisting her right fore leg as she went down. Pain seared up her leg, merging with everything else she was suffering with.

A sliver of her normal self whispered in her head, 'What have I done?' it's snuffed out by the unholy darkness that has invaded her mind. She is lost and has been since the filly slide from her womb. It had taken time to spread to every last inch of her brain. It was to late for anyone to save her. her silver eyes blazed up at him daring him to end it.

He races forward then his hooves are above her ready to strike. Mud flings from his white feathers as he lunges downwards. She throws her head slicing at his hooves as he barrels down towards her. Pain like she has never felt before slices through her body as bones shatter. Blood flies from her muzzle as her head slams back to the ground. She lays gasping, fighting for breath so she can spill her evil words one more time.
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Words;; 353
OOC/Tags;; @Volterra
3/?
Damage to her right side due to sticks, sever burns on her left side, even more damage on the burnt side due to his teeth, baddly scratched up face, and a baddly burnt ass, shattered ribs on her left side, and very sprained right fore leg.
Tries to cut Volterra's legs with her horn right before he hits her.
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RE: i'm a young lover's rage [vol vs airlia] - Volterra - 02-23-2017


Still she laughs, and still he wants nothing more than to send her crushing down into the depths of oblivion. She belongs in Hell. She deserves to writhe in agony for eternity, to burn in the pits of righteous fire until her flesh is singed from her bones, and he will be the one to condemn her to such a fate. He will be the one who sends her into damnation, who takes an eye for an eye in the most gruesome, and yet the most pure, way possible.

A savage hiss of pain erupts from the leviathan as his downed foe's horn slashes up his descending right foreleg. It cuts through skin and threatens to grate against the bone of his fetlock, only saved by the thick feathering around his feet. Blood spurts, drenching the white waterfalls of fur around his right hoof, and the agony is exquisite; it's too late though, because his forelegs are still slamming down towards her like the reaper's blade.

His hooves collide with the sweet flesh of her left side, shattering her ribs like matchsticks, and the stallion unleashes a loud snort of pleasure. He does not usually revel in the business of death, but this is the exception. Now, he's delighting in every blow. Every ear-rending scream that emits from her mouth is a benediction, a flower placed upon his daughter's grave. Every hint of agony in those cold dead eyes of hers is inflicted in his dead child's name, and he will send Airlia to meet her maker with Vezér's face in his mind and his love for her etched across his heart.

Volterra returns his forehooves to the ground, slightly favouring the injured right one. He looks down at his victim, and his crimson gaze is as hard as stone. The dragons keep their distance, knowing that these last few blows will belong to their bonded, to the great broken titan of a man who stands, sweating and heaving, over the soon-to-be-corpse of his daughter's killer. There's a harsh hand of spite that clenches around his heart, bidding him to pause, to waste a few seconds simply staring at Airlia in order to prolong her agony; no, he decides, she hasn't quite suffered enough yet. There is more torture to be had for her, more punishment.

The Indomitable rears again, forehooves pawing at the air; he does not aim for her head to finish her off, though. Despite every ounce of honour in his body that tells him to end her, despite the fact he's turned his nose up at men who needlessly torment their victims, Volterra knows what he's doing and he enjoys it. She deserves everything that happens to her. What she's done is unforgivable, and her mammoth lover is now her judge, jury and executioner.

That is why he seeks to bring his forehooves slamming down onto her ruined left side again, to try and further shatter those broken bones and inflict yet more agony upon the demon that lies at his feet.

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@Airlia

4/? - 506 words

FOOL ME ONCE, IT'S SHAME ON YOU
FOOL ME TWICE AND LET THE WOLVES COME CRASHING THROUGH
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RE: i'm a young lover's rage [vol vs airlia] - Airlia - 03-01-2017


Airlia

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned"

Triumph filled the mare, even as her bones shattered. His blood spilled over her body as the breath rushed from her lunges. She knew this was the end, and had no doubt about it. Her body was crushed and broken beyond repair. Air wheezed as it made it's way from her lunges then back in. She was exaughsted ready to be done with everything. Her eyes flashed up at the behemoth stallion as he reared up once more. She wanted to get up and fight him, to do more damage that she had. His snort sends a fresh wave of rage through her body.

She glares at him, her breath rattling in her chest. A twinge of satisfaction touches her mind as he favors his injured leg. Her eyes grow wide as the avenger shifts back on his rear legs once more. Anger boils from her silver gaze as she watches him rear high above her. Gathering her strength she pulls her left rear leg back, of course pain scorches through her body as she does so. 'Hopefully it's worth it.' When it felt like the last possible moment as he was hurtling towards her, she struck out, trying to slam her hoof into his left fore.

Pain cashes pain as his hooves slam down on her side again. Blood and breath shoot from her slender muzzle as piece of her shattered ribs stab into her lunges. She lays still for a moment, unable to catch her breath. The life seems to rush back into her with a great WHOOSH of air. Pain permeates each movement; ever breath or twitching of a muscle burns like fire. There isn't enough air, or strength, in her to scream. Silver eyes squeeze shut against the pure agony.

She is sure she won't hold out much longer, her blood wasn't where it should be. Just because it's inside you're meat suit doesn't mean you're fine. She bared her scarlet teeth as blood spilled from her lips. She wouldn't go out quietly, oh no, she wasn't done torturing him yet.

Her words were slurred around her gasps, "You... were... a... horrible... father... to her... The... first... time... I... beat... her... she... cried... for... her... Apa..." She sneered up at him while gathering the last of her waning strength. "Killing... me... wont... fix... that... or... bring... her... back... I... killed... you... when... I... killed... her..." Her silver eyes flashed once more as she watched him waiting for his rage to boil over and finish her off. She was ready to go to hell, and she only hoped she drug him down with her. She imagined the Gods writing his name off the Heaven list, and scribbling it on the Hell sheet. Painful gasping chuckles slipped from her muzzle as he eyes rolled with her evil glee.
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Words;; 470
OOC/Tags;; @Volterra
4/?
Damage to her right side due to sticks, sever burns on her left side, even more damage on the burnt side due to his teeth, badly scratched up face, and a badly burnt ass, shattered ribs on her left side, and very sprained right fore leg, shattered pieces of rib bone in her lunges.

Tries to kick Volterra's left leg as he smashes her side
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RE: i'm a young lover's rage [vol vs airlia] - Volterra - 03-01-2017


He crashes into her, his hooves splintering bone and rendering her broken. There is no question; she will not survive this. Even if he walked away now, she would die in a twisted blaze of agony, her lungs punctured by the shards of bone and her body ruined beyond repair. It would be so easy to do exactly that - to walk away, leave her to writhe, leave her to scream her agony at the ears of a man who will not listen.

Her hoof clips the Indomitable's left foreleg, but due to the force of his descending limbs, it hardly makes a scratch. A faint bruise blossoms against the fetlock, but it is nothing compared to his gored right leg. It is nothing compared to the gruesome, heinous damage that he's inflicted on her.

Then, she's speaking again. The first time I beat her, she cried for her Apa. The words are bullets; she's hit her mark, and it shows in the way he flinches. "No," he growls, but the word sounds weak even to him. That sentence hurts more than the injury to his leg, more than the thrumming beat of his broken heart, because it reminds him that he failed her. He failed his beautiful daughter. She is dead because of him. Airlia might have lifted the sword, but his armour was not there to protect Vezér from it. It should have been. He is her father, her defender, her most staunch soldier. He taught her to fight wolves, to survive predators - how could he have known that the biggest monster of all was the one who brought her into the world?

Volterra recoils, his eyes stinging with pain. For the first time it truly hits him that she's gone, that he'll never have the chance to watch her grow into a powerful young woman and have children of her own. She'll never have her first fight, or sob into his chest because a man has broken her heart, whilst he heads off to break that man's bones. Airlia's stolen all of that from her, yet if Volterra hadn't been so damn caught up in his own business, he could have saved her. He failed her.

Killing me won't fix that. She's right - this is pointless, hopeless revenge. It will not reanimate the mutilated corpse, and more blood on the titan's hooves certainly will do nothing for his fragile mental state, but....he has to do this. He has to. He has never shied away from killing before, but this is Airlia, the woman he could have loved. That is what gives him misgivings, what almost stays his blade and bids him to walk away and leave her to expire on her own terms. But his resolve is steel, and his hatred is iron. Volterra exists on the concept of an eye for an eye. He is doing what he must, and he must be the one to end her. "It won't bring her back," he agrees, his voice a low murmur that still holds every inch of his regal authority. It is tinged with pain, but it is strong. "But it will avenge her. I couldn't protect her, but I will rest well in my bed knowing that her killer is rotting in the ground."

The behemoth limps forwards so he's stood over her, looking pityingly down at her. "She is with the Gods now, and they will watch over her. But you? You, Airlia, are going to burn in the pits of hell." The dragons croon in the distance, their solemn flights leading them in low circles around their bonded. They offer him their reassurance, their love, their solidarity. He does not need it, but he accepts it all the same.

Volterra lifts onto his hindlegs for the third time, his forehooves descending once more like the axe of the executioner. This time, however, he aims for her skull - it's time to end this, to end her.

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@Airlia

5/? - 664 words

Thanks again Pare <33

FOOL ME ONCE, IT'S SHAME ON YOU
FOOL ME TWICE AND LET THE WOLVES COME CRASHING THROUGH
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RE: i'm a young lover's rage [vol vs airlia] - Airlia - 03-06-2017


Airlia

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned"
Her hoof clips her as he slams upon her again. Pain radiates through her body as she watches him. She can feel her life slipping away. She snarls at his weakness to her words. Her teeth and lips are coated in scarlet blood as her breath wheezes from her chest. Dull silver eyes see him recoil at whatever mental pain she had inflicted upon him. She will die assured her plan had worked, even if it didn't go perfectly. If her mind had been straight the mare would never have done any of this. She would have just went home and married the old coot.

A cough rips from her as he speaks about revenge. Eyes roll darkly as the strength to speak leaves her. She can do no more than move her eyes and sneer at him. Blood is pouring through places it shouldn't have been. Fear fills her features as she realizes she really is going to die. Her legs quiver and twitch subconsciously. She agreed with him of course she was going to hell. Her cloven hooves had ended the life of her only child. She had put the stallion before her through torment like she had never imagined was possible. The equine girl would be in Heaven pampered and loved while she would be tortured for all eternity.

The shadows of his dragons pass over her head. Eyes roll up to look at them one last time as Volterra limps closer. She hopes the cut to his leg will scar, and always remind him what had happened. She shifts her gaze back to the stallion as he looms over her his hooves sharp and ready to end her mortal suffering. She glowers at him, daring him to end it. She is sure her memory will haunt him forever.

Before she knows it he is barreling down towards her head. The last thing that crosses her mind is the fires of hell that wait to meet her. She snarls at the daemons, aka, Volterra and his dragon's. She dies with the darkest of sneers upon, whats left of her face.
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OOC/Tags;; @Volterra No problem Snow! It was fun! <3
5/?
Damage to her right side due to sticks, sever burns on her left side, even more damage on the burnt side due to his teeth, baddly scratched up face, and a baddly burnt ass, shattered ribs on her left side, and very sprained right fore leg, shattered pieces of rib bone in her lunges. Dies a horrible nasty death. BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD (Zootopia ref xD)
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RE: i'm a young lover's rage [vol vs airlia] - Blu - 03-07-2017

please indicate closing defense if that is the final post of the fight rather than an attack number (ex. 5/?).

Volterra kills Airlia through 0HP. Volterra earns 1 VP + 2 killing VP.