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Volterra the Indomitable Posts: 785
Dragon's Throat Sultan atk: 8.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 8.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 17'2hh :: 3 HP: 80 | Buff: SENSE
Vérzés :: Common Red Dragon :: Frost Breath & Toxic Breath & Vadir :: Royal Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath & Shock Breath Snow
#1


V O L T E R R A
ARE WE WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO SAVE US FROM BURNING TO DUST?
SHOULD YOU BUILD ALL YOU HAVE OUT OF NOTHING BUT ANGER AND LUST?

They walk in tandem; the beast and his woman, his dragons sailing lazily behind. The trees thicken and the sky darkens as the canopy blocks out the sun, but Volterra notices little about his surroundings save for what is necessary for him to avoid the obstacles nearby. He is focused fully on this intriguing mare who he was fortunate enough to stumble upon, musing over what he will do with her now he has her.

They talk as they walk; perhaps it would have been politer to converse before leaving the Threshold, but Volterra was keen to get her away from the vultures who might seek to swoop on her and steal her to their herds. Of course, they would have a fight on their hands if they tried to take his mare, but best to avoid the risk. "They are called dragons," he rumbles at her question, and both red and gold hum their approval at the awe she seems to hold them in. They are fickle beasts, and any woman who compliments them to their liking is satisfactory in their eyes, although they are still wary and hang behind the wandering duo.

As she mentions leading stallions on, his expression darkens but he fights to keep his tone level when he speaks. "I'd do my best to resist the urge to carve out his heart," he says darkly, only half-joking. She speaks of his ego and he releases a low, sharp chuckle, but does not remark further. That conversation led to his pace quickening, and now they are here; the Deep Forest. She asked for beautiful, and this is his idea of beauty. The haunting shadows, the creeping wild animals that lurk in the undergrowth, and the memories he holds of newborn dragons...

He slows in a clearing, little motes of sunlight still floating before his eyes and illuminating the ground before him. "This is the Deep Forest, dear Airlia. It is where I spend a lot of my time, and where you might well spend a lot of yours." He glances contentedly around at the forest. "What was your old land like?" He asks out of curiosity, and also a desire to know what his precious Helovia is competing with.

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[ you can't stray from what you are, you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far  ]
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Airlia Posts: 29
Deceased atk: 6.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 2.5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16.3 :: 7 :Frostfall HP: 58.0 | Buff: NOVICE
Pare
#2

Airlia

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned"


She walked beside him matching the beast step for step bright eyes carefully watching him. He was very intriguing, no matter how rough and tummble he might appear. She knew she would be safe with him, if she could make him keep his distance. A mischivious grin flickered over her daity face as the moved on. He would be a very fun play thing indeed. he was so easy to manipulate, so easy to tease and whinned up. Silver orbs flicker up and behind to watch the dragon's escorting them.

She ahs no issues walking in silence, but he apparently doesn't like the quite, unless something fun is happening to him. She smirks at her thoughts before listening to his words. Dragons that is what the lizards are called. "Well, Dragons are beautiful creatures, especially your two." She smiled sfotly before voicing another question, "So, how are they tied to you?" She tried to be careful with her words, because they seemed to understand what she said. She did not want to piss off those two; she was sure those talons would not be fun ripping through her skin. A shiver touched her spine softly as she gazed at them. She wanted if they were scared of her, or if they were always so aloof.

Her ears prick as she turns back to the beast at her words of another. Of course she would not play around on such a strong and handsome man. She catshes his dark look and smirks at the protective side he has. His dark words do not scare her even a little, infact they floor her. "And how would you carve out a heart without a horn?" She smirkes at her own question wonderin if he would simply have his dragon's do the dirty work for him.

He chuckles as he speaks of an ego and she snorts playfully, "Well, don't expect me to stroke your ego, and no dirty jokes on that one handsome." She grins eyes flashing darkly. She wasn't scare of him. Why would you fear a man that clearly wants you so bad. One that says he would carve out another's heart for her. "So, do you ahve any little beasts about?" Her voice is casual, because she could careless about his past endevers. She will be his first priority until she has what she wants. Question is, what does she want? It didn't matter, she would find out eventually what she hungered for most.

Pulling her gaze from him she finds they are in a dark and docolet forest clearing. She stops out of his reach curiously. This was his idea of beautiful? "You clearly are a peasent if you find this beautiful." her voice was rich with the joke as she watched him curiously wondering how he would react. Even as she stands so causlly behind him, her frame is placed square her refined lineage clear in her smooth lithe frame. She watches him look around the clearing foundly as he speaks. "Well, I jsut might, but I might roam as well. Don't fret sweety, I'll always come home." She winked and flipped her mane playfully. Her ears flicker slightly as he speaks of her old land. "The land itself was beautiful. Covered in lush grass and flowers, with small forests here and there and a very large lake in the middle. The people were... less than friendly." She stops there unwilling to offer the most important part of her leaving.
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Volterra the Indomitable Posts: 785
Dragon's Throat Sultan atk: 8.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 8.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 17'2hh :: 3 HP: 80 | Buff: SENSE
Vérzés :: Common Red Dragon :: Frost Breath & Toxic Breath & Vadir :: Royal Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath & Shock Breath Snow
#3


V O L T E R R A
ARE WE WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO SAVE US FROM BURNING TO DUST?
SHOULD YOU BUILD ALL YOU HAVE OUT OF NOTHING BUT ANGER AND LUST?

She asks how the dragons are tied to him, and both red and gold give another appreciative snort at the interest she's showing in them. Some of his conquests hardly seem to notice they're there, yet she gives them the attention they know they deserve. "They are joined to my mind; I feel what they feel and vice versa, and we can communicate telepathically." It is a somewhat simplistic explanation of what he shares with his dragons, but he is no wordsmith and cannot think how to vocalise the fact that they are part of his soul, part of his very makeup; the fact that he would rather lose a limb than lose them. No, this cannot be put into words, especially by one such as he, who speaks with his body more than his tongue.

She asks how he would carve out a heart without a horn, and his expression darkens a fraction, like a cloud across the sun. "Believe me, I'd find a way." He is, at the end of the day, a rather simple stallion; he protects his women, and he chases away any who would try to seize them. But sometimes chasing away is not enough. He is a possessive beast, and he likes to make a statement. He has little doubt that he could murder in many inventive ways if one of his harem was the prize at stake.

The black mountain raises an eyebrow at her next words, and a deep, earth-shaking rumble leaves his jaws as she nips his vulgarity in the bud. Before he can think of a suitable rebuke, she asks him if he has any children running around. He sees no use in lying - and, indeed, he is quite incapable of doing so - and there is no shame in his posture as he looks her in the eye and nods. He will be open with her; if it repulses her that he has other offspring, then perhaps they will not be so well-suited. His polygamy is part of him, and no mare will ever change that, no matter how alluring they may be. "I have a few, yes. Monogamy is not in my nature, Airlia. It is a stallion's perogative to bed who he pleases, as long as he claims responsibility for the children he sires." Which Volterra does - sort of.

The mare does not seem enamoured with his forest, and he frowns slightly. What isn't there to like? She speaks of her own home, and he dips his massive head. "We have lush grass and flowers here, too...and we certainly have our share than less than friendly people. Why, who did you piss off?" He says it jokingly, but he's also quite curious why she would mention such a thing.

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No worries ^^ @Airlia

[ you can't stray from what you are, you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far  ]
[ use of force/magic on him is permitted aside from death/maiming ]




Airlia Posts: 29
Deceased atk: 6.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 2.5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16.3 :: 7 :Frostfall HP: 58.0 | Buff: NOVICE
Pare
#4

Airlia

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned"
She watched him curiously for a moment as he replied. She enjoyed the snort of his dragons as the flew behind them. "So all of you can talk?" Her slender neck tilted at her curiosity as she watched him with silver eyes. He didn't really have to answer that question,since he already said that. "What do they think of me? I assume they know how I feel about them." She turned to smile admiringly at the stunning creature. "Do they have any abilities? Some of the creatures back home had powers of sorts." She watched them calmly for a moment before turning back to look where she was going.

As she asks her next question she looks at him intent on catching his expression. She smirked softly as she catches his dark look. Her refined voice is somber, "I don't doubt that." She turned her attention back to the forest around them. Wondering why he lived alone if there were herds here. What was his reasoning for being an outcast. She had a damn good reason, but did he? She glanced at him watching his expressive dark features. Her smile fell away to her thinking face. Lines creased over her forehead and around her eyes as a slight frown twisted her lips. Had she left one controlling place for another? Did she even care? She thought it was different because she would be allowed to mingle and she had picked this stallion out of countless in this land.

Her words draw the frown and face away as she faces him. His laughter causes a tight smile to pull at her mouth. She isn't happy about this question, but she doesn't have a tight enough grip on him to control his dick, 'not yet anyway.' She meets his gaze and stands her ground head lifted definitely. Her ears flick back and hold there as he answers her, she would change his future if he wanted to stay with her. For now she will allow his, mistakes, to live and claim their father. "A very wise stallion only breeds with the best. There is no point in spawn that are weak and useless. In my land they killed weak and useless foals." Her voice is dark tinted with her jealousy and mild anger.

She watches the frown as she insults the place he brought her too. When he speaks a question she eyes him ears sliding back further. Her voice reaches the level he should appreciate as she replies, "I don't trust you enough yet to reveal all of my past." She meets his eyes boldly. If he is smart he will let it go. If he can gain enough of her trust she will tell him about the twisted old croon she had been promised to, but for now she will not bend. Her body language screams her feelings with her ears almost pinned and eyes on fire.
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Volterra the Indomitable Posts: 785
Dragon's Throat Sultan atk: 8.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 8.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 17'2hh :: 3 HP: 80 | Buff: SENSE
Vérzés :: Common Red Dragon :: Frost Breath & Toxic Breath & Vadir :: Royal Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath & Shock Breath Snow
#5


V O L T E R R A
ARE WE WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO SAVE US FROM BURNING TO DUST?
SHOULD YOU BUILD ALL YOU HAVE OUT OF NOTHING BUT ANGER AND LUST?

He nods. "Yes, we can talk. It's mostly through images and emotions, but they can use words, too - albeit not very well." The red huffs grumpily. He tries his best, but the horse-language is difficult for a dragon's tongue to master. Vadir hasn't yet found her voice, but she is quite confident that when she does, she'll be more eloquent than her crimson brother.

The mare asks what the dragons think of her, and Volterra looks questioningly to them. They scrutinise her through twin eyes, and send their verdicts through to his mind. "They appreciate that you admire them, and that appeals to their deep-rooted vanity. Aside from that, they do not know you well enough to make a judgement of you just yet." They hum their approval, rustling their leathery wings against their scales. "As for abilities, the red can breathe ice and the gold can breathe fire. Quite impressive." Their bonded's shameless gaze continues to ravish the sumptous curves of this newest mare, this attractive addition to his harem.

The lazy, wolfish grin which had been idling upon his muzzle suddenly disappears as quickly as a cloud across the sun as she speaks next. In my land they killed weak and useless foals. "No," he says, sharply. This is a serious bone of contention for him. He might have no qualms about killing an adult horse, but he would never take the life of a child, unless out of mercy. Even that would tug at what few morals he possesses. "Taking the life of a child, no matter how weak and useless they might be, is abhorrent. There is no glory in slaying something defenceless, something that cannot fight back against you. Child-killers are the lowest form of creature; they are less than worms, less than maggots. Anybody who slays a foal deserves to meet the same fate - and even that is too good for them." It is unusual for the beast to speak so passionately about something, but the slaughter of the weak is truly something he abhors. It goes right back to when he witnessed Abraham torturing a dying and defenceless mare - when he realised that taking a life does not make you strong, if the life you take is incapable of fighting back.

There is a fine line between glory and cowardice, and Volterra has nothing but contempt for those who lean towards the latter.

She suddenly turns; her eyes blaze and her ears pin. The goliath snorts and throws his head, before shifting closer to her. "Your secrets are your own, Airlia. I, however, have nothing to hide. Is there anything you would like to know about me?" With the other women, he cares little about earning their trust. But this one....ah, he has plans for this one. Now he has decided to keep a harem, he knows he needs the first addition to said harem to trust him completely, as they will fight, fuck and rule together one day. Offering information about himself is a good way to begin, he thinks.

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DUN DUN DUNNNN FORESHADOWING @Airlia if you want we could try and spree this thread to a close, then have another one which will hopefully take her up to her 20 posts? :D

[ you can't stray from what you are, you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far  ]
[ use of force/magic on him is permitted aside from death/maiming ]




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Airlia Posts: 29
Deceased atk: 6.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 2.5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16.3 :: 7 :Frostfall HP: 58.0 | Buff: NOVICE
Pare
#7

Airlia

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned"
She watches him carefully engrossed in his movements and facial expressions. The ghost wants to add him to her open book list; a list of others she can read easily. She is sure he is a vain and prideful man, one that cannot keep it to himself. Laughter rises, but she holds it back as he answers her question. She thought it was a very primal way to speak given their regal and evolved forms. Her eyes trailed over gold and crimson for a moment as the smaller huffed quietly. She wished a dragon would follow her around, even if it wasn't hers. Imagine the power and fear others would feel if she rode into battle with the beast upon her back. The need for power coursed through her slender frame.

Words drew her out of the day dream as she tuned the stud back in. She pulls herself up to her full height as the dragon's look her over. "I can understand not trusting people right away, that's a very wise move." She smiled at the gold and crimson adding in a wink playfully. When he speaks of their powers a shiver ripples her hide visibly. Her voice is huskier than normal with excitement, "Would you mind showing me? I've never seen dragon's in action before." She addressed the dragon's not Volterra, not to be mean to him, but to show them respect.

When the chatter turns back to children and she turns to face him boldly, not scared of him at all, the dragons were a different story. She watches the affect her words have on him. Anger flickers through his beastly frame, twitching muscles along his hide. As he speaks her ears flicker back eyes cool and collected as she takes it all in. Plans work in her mind faster than lightning as she waits for her next chance to speak. The mare knows when it is best to move away from a topic, and this is one of those times. Instead of replying to him she swallows her anger and moves steers the conversation away from.

When he steps closer and tells her she can keep her secrets the mare forces her spider web laced body to relax. Erasing the anger from her body is harder than she had initially thought. After a few breaths she pulled in her feelings and relaxed. Carefully she took a step towards him. "Tell me about your family; your siblings and parents mainly." Pasting a smile upon her tender lips the mare battered her silver eyes up at him trying to lure him into her web of manipulation.
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Volterra the Indomitable Posts: 785
Dragon's Throat Sultan atk: 8.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 8.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 17'2hh :: 3 HP: 80 | Buff: SENSE
Vérzés :: Common Red Dragon :: Frost Breath & Toxic Breath & Vadir :: Royal Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath & Shock Breath Snow
#8


V O L T E R R A
ARE WE WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO SAVE US FROM BURNING TO DUST?
SHOULD YOU BUILD ALL YOU HAVE OUT OF NOTHING BUT ANGER AND LUST?

She asks to see his dragons' powers, and the leviathan is only too happy to show her what his companions can do. Go on, he says; they need no encouragement. The red is first to demonstrate, and he aims a torrent of frosty breath directly for a nearby twig of a tree. It turns instantly into a crystalised version of itself, glimmering dangerously in the half-light of the forest. Looking proud of himself, Vérzés sniffs the icy branch he's created, looking down at Volterra and Airlia and hoping for praise.

Vadir flutters onto the same branch as Vérzés, lazily shuffling him out of the way. She aims her tapered muzzle towards the iced twig, and releases a blast of flaming breath towards it. It melts, and the tree it's attached to begins to burn as well; Volterra watches the inferno with an impassive eye. With a grunt, the red sends whirlwinds of ice towards the burning tree, and after numerous blasts of his frost power he manages to put the blaze out before it spreads.

"There you are," says the giant with a small chuckle at his dragons' antics. If that doesn't impress her, he doesn't know what will.

The subject changes from children, which is a relief - Volterra hopes he has got his point across, and asserted his authority. He could not have a woman in his harem who tolerates the murder of foals. She moves closer, and he falls easily into her trap - she's such a pretty thing, and he's weak when it comes to women. She asks about his family, and he happily obliges. "My mother is well-known across Helovia for her exploits and her numerous attempts at seizing power. My father was a warlord, king of his own herd outside Helovia - he left once myself and my twin sister were born, so my mother raised us alone." At first, this had annoyed the goliath, as it meant he had grown up with no male influence. However, his anger had faded as he'd accidentally done the same thing to many of his own children, much to his guilt.

"I have a half-brother from my father in Helovia, and no doubt hundreds more dotted across the world. I am closest to my twin sister Nymeria, however." Unhealthily close. "And what of you? Have you any siblings?" He hopes this isn't considered prying; it is genuine curiosity.

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@Airlia if you want we could try and spree this thread to a close, then have another one which will hopefully take her up to her 20 posts? :D

[ you can't stray from what you are, you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far  ]
[ use of force/magic on him is permitted aside from death/maiming ]




Airlia Posts: 29
Deceased atk: 6.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 2.5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16.3 :: 7 :Frostfall HP: 58.0 | Buff: NOVICE
Pare
#9

Airlia

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned"
Her eyes brighten and ears prick excitedly her body quivering as the scarlet dragon moves forward. Frost and ice explode from his mouth coating a branch in thick crystal like ice. Fire burns in her art as she watches the whole act. The golden flutters down beside him and shoves the smaller away. Fire the erupts from her muzzle and melts the branch then catches the whole damn tree on fire. Her eyes dance with the flames as she watches them flicker for a moment. Then the smaller puts the fire out and she lets out a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding.

"That was amazing, thank you both for sowing me!" She dipped her horned head low for a moment before looking back up at them awed. She turns to Voltterra her eyes bright with wild joy and longing. "They are the most splendid creatures I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. I hope you treat them well, other wise I'll have to teach you a lesson." She winks and steps closer a smrk dancing over her features.

Men are so stupid and easy to distract. Why had her mother never allowed her to meet them? They were so... simple. 'Not to mention fun.' She wondered what he was thinking about the child thing. Did he think about it at all? Or did he think he had won, gotten her to change her mind with one very short conversation. She turns her attention back to him as he speaks. Her muzzle moves to touch his chiseled and scared chest. Her touch is light a mere teasing motion as he speaks of his family. So his father was a ruler, that would make him a prince in his own right. His mother sounded, well, insane, but relatable.

Had she not known there was an easier to take over the world? It was best wheedle your way into the heart of a male ruler. If you hated him, it was best to wait until he was a sleep, sneak in with a knife and, well, take offer with tears on your face. She smiled at the thought; lucky for her he was speaking of his sister, so he might take it in good grace. 'Not like he is paying much attention right now anyway.' As he speaks her question the mare steps closer allowing her slender royal frame to touch his, side by side, shoulder to shoulder. Her mouth reaches for his wither her tender lips brushing over his. "No, I am an only child. My parents were betrothed as foals, and kept well away from any others of the opposite gender. It was acceptable to hate each other, but if you ever laid with another..." She stepped back leaving the ending to his imagination.

As she stepped away the mare yawned suddenly exaughsted. "I think it's getting pretty late, is there anywhere acceptable to sleep?" She smirked playfully, but her body langue and eyes gave away how tired she really was. She looked around her searching for somewhere decent. Silver eyes found a slight indention in the ground near a tree, and far away from the remains of the burnt and frozen tree. Stepping closer the mare used her hoof to clear it of twigs and everything else there. She gracefully lowered her slender bodice to the ground and tucked her head in close to her thin legs. "Good night Volterra, try to behave while I sleep." A couple deep breaths later the mare was out cold, her sides moving slow and steady.
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