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you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far
The young leviathan soon sees the source of the smell and approaches quickly, his face torn between concern and morbid interest. It is a mare, a unicorn, her forward-facing horn like a jagged spear into the heavens, a horn that could probably slay opponents where they stand. But this woman does not look like she could fight off so much as a fly; her chest is a mangled mess and her body is littered with a myriad of wounds. Volterra is young, a mere handful of weeks old, yet he still has an instinctual concept of death, of the fact that every creature here is simply a soul inside a meat sack that will one day expire. He has never seen death firsthand, but he somehow knows that this mare is not long for this world. Before long her consciousness will be claimed by the great dragon god and her corpse will be left to the predators.
Still, he cannot help but feel a pang of sorrow for the stranger with what little empathy beats in his chest; this could be somebody's mother, and he pictures Confutatis in her place. How distraught he would be! But, he reasons, his dam is a vampire queen; she is as good as immortal in his eyes. "What happened, miss?" His voice cannot be described as kind - he seems incapable of that, even now - but it's almost gentle, soothing. He cannot help her, but perhaps he can prevent her dying alone, can keep her mind occupied with speech even as her body begins to crumble into the abyss.
[ 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 ]
