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The boy examines that magnificent golden body, as Volterra would too if he was so blessed as to be able to transform into a dragon. Of course, the notion had tempted him; to be able to fly alongside his companions, to breathe fire from his jaws and bring death with his talons, to own the heavens and all who dwelled within them. But there had been one minor drawback to this grand plan - the behemoth hated heights, and had no true wish to conquer the skies on leathery wings. No, he vastly prefers to keep all four massive hooves firmly rooted upon the ground, and lives vicariously through his companions whenever he needs eyes in the sky. He thinks of his current quest, of the beast he desires to become; he has no idea what it will be, but he is quite sure it will not have wings.
Tyrath speaks of a humming in his blood, and the giant nods sagely. He remembers a very similar sensation the first time he discovered his own magic - ironically, whilst saving his dragon from a fiery death. "You must ensure you transform often, so that you have complete control over your dragon form. By the time you are old enough to battle, you will have mastery of your magic, which will be a great advantage over your foes." Those foes won't be expecting a green young stallion to suddenly burst into a dragon in front of him - oh, Volterra is already dreaming of his son as a warlord! He is already picturing Tyrath upon a throne, ruling a herd alongside Volterra's own, their alliance firm and their power unmatched! Of course, lots could change this vision of perfection, but it's a start, and one the beast clings to gleefully. The boy asks of dragons, and the stallion's ruby gaze glows happily. This meeting with his most recent offspring is far more than he could ever have hoped for. They have killed together, he has found out that the colt can transform into a dragon, and it seems the boy shares his interest in the scaled species, too. Whichever particular seed found its way into Aithniel's womb to bid Tyrath into existence, Volterra rather wishes he could thank it, because it did a bloody good job. "I could, but it is rather a large topic - what would you like to know?" Red and gold eagerly listen in, awaiting a discussion on their species. |
@Tyrath
[ 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 ]
