On the broad back of the young stallion, his dragons squabble.

Not for the first time, and not for the last. With Vadir's already impressive size, it's almost impossible for both dragons to fit comfortably upon the beast's back - and both think that they have the divine right to what little space there is. Vérzés, because he is older and Volterra's first dragon, and Vadir because she is the god damned queen. The young gold had settled herself comfortably in the red's favourite space between the behemoth's withers whilst Vérzés was out hunting, and when he returned he was less than pleased, to say the least. Vadir, who expects respect and deference even at her young age, did not take kindly to her ruby brother's attempts to shift her, and the ensuing fight creates an array of cuts across Volterra's back as errant claws and spines fly.

Enough is soon enough, and the behemoth gives a savage bellow that causes both dragons to take to the wing with indignant screams. "Pack it in," he demands, commands, tail lashing against his flanks and neck powerfully arched. His ears pin, losing themselves in his mane as he fixes both gold and red with his savage glare. He is sick to the back teeth of his mind-partners fighting; this isn't how he imagined it would be when he dreamed of bonding to a golden queen. Deep down, he knew the red would initially resent sharing the brute's mind, but he always imagined that the idea of another dragon fighting alongside him and gaining them further strength would override Vérzés' jealousy. He was wrong. He underestimated quite how sexist his red is - so much so he cannot bend the knee to any female, even the queen of dragonkind. The duo have moments of passivity, when they get along reasonably well, but those moments are few and far between. He can only hope that those precious times increase as the dragons get used to each other's presence and calm down their sibling rivalry to become the unstoppable team Volterra knows they can be.

The hellion continues his powerful strides forward into the Blood Falls, his favourite land in Helovia. Whether it's the crimson waterfall that lends the place its name, or its eerie sense of menace, or perhaps the fact the first God fight occured here - whatever the reason, he feels a strange tie to the place, and often spends his days here. His dragons circle above, and the beast can feel Vérzés' simmering anger in the aftermath of the scuffle. Vadir, in contrast, has already put the fight behind her - she isn't as bitter and full of rage as the red, possessing a more refined, colder nature. She lands on the edge of the bloodied pool, scrutinising it with lazy interest, whilst Volterra lowers his massive skulled head to graze and try to shift the headache that his companions' bickering has caused.