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WE BATHE IN THE WARMTH OF A PLASTIC SUN Crunch, crunch goes the snow beneath the colossal colt's hooves, his thick muscles inadvertantly quivering with the force of the frigid wind. His fur is thick and warm, but the chill still bites right down to his bones and sends electric needles through his skin. His dragon has no such misgivings about the cold weather, however. Since discovering his frost breath, the red has been tirelessly filling the air with icy blasts that rival the winter chill. He dives into snow-piles and freezes them into solid ice with a single torrent from his open jaws, and turns his prey into statues with carefully-angled blasts of breath. Volterra's initial disappointment that his dragon can't breathe fire has been replaced with delight about the power of his bonded's ability, and he forcefully encourages the ruby beast to explore his new strength. He comes to the caves for any hint of warmth, Vérzés soaring above him and sending frost spewing from his nostrils. A sudden draw fixes itself in the giant's bones and his massive head flips high to follow it; three paths, each leading to something. Every dark iota of greed in his wicked heart is tugged at by this desire, and with a rumble of pleasure the colt stomps further forwards. The cold is unnatural now, but he embraces it, because something divine lies down one of these paths. He scans all three of them in turn. Which one? His tail swishes against his hocks, and his dragon gives a small growl at his bonded's soup of emotions. Finally the titan settles for simply guessing, letting his legs draw him towards the right-hand path, dragged by his own avaricious curiosity. "" __________ |
[ 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 ]
