Blaze rage red is the color of youth

[PRIVATE] Blaze rage red is the color of youth

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

11-23-2015, 02:09 PM (This post was last modified: 11-23-2015, 02:11 PM by Volterra.)

Your writing is too beautiful I cannot compete /weeps ;_;

@Erebos

VOLTERRA
you will remember me for centuries

Tangles of mane twist around the mammoth's thick neck, stormy tendrils of darkest night entwined around tight flesh. The salty air tingles his tongue and ripens his nostrils, and sea-spray beads moisture into each refined contour of his muscular frame. Vérzés flies high above, twisting and turning through the ocean wind, rising on updrafts and using his tail as a rudder to steer his acrobatic movements. For once, dragon and stallion are together; there are no mares around, and the black behemoth's sole experience has temporarily sated his thirst. Until the beast rises to hunt again, the blood-dragon can spend time with his bonded without fear of Volterra's lusts overwhelming their conjoined minds.

Rocks turn to sand, crumbly dust that sucks his heavy hooves into its thrall and tugs on each sinew. This is where he came to train when he was a boy, commanding his dragon to fly against the howling sea wind whilst he pounded through thick sand to tighten resolve and harden muscle. It worked, building him into a walking fortress, but his memories of this place are not entirely pleasant. Here he argued with his sister for the first time, here he realised that they cannot always be one, and each gust of salty air seems to fling Nymeria's name through his ears, a cruel reminder of the fact that with age comes distance. With his twin, with his dragon...adulthood has tested every ounce of the goliath's resolve and cast him into an even greater solitude.

He advances on the lapping waves, and only then does he notice that he is not alone. Another stallion stands nearby, a horned sentinel in the foam, and the leviathan's head swings around to observe him. At least, unlike with a mare, he will be able to focus on having company without nefarious thoughts vying for position in the forefront of his brain. Perhaps some company will be...enjoyable. They are herd animals, after all, and the vagabond spends his days largely alone, marshalling his thoughts, hunting for mares, training. Rarely socialising. Volterra recognises him from the God fights, but save for that he doesn't know him from Adam.

The crimson dragon descends, landing heavily on his bonded's hard flanks. His tail lashes, anchoring him in place, whilst his hungry eyes rest upon the horned man. Sea-spray tickles the feathers on the titan's hooves, tangling with the grains of sand. "You fought the Gods." The brute's primal growl of a voice reverberates even across the crashing of the waves, whilst his ears idly twitch and his bloodied gaze darts between the man and the ocean.

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[ 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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