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His dragons' shrieking reaches a cacophony, and Volterra is so engrossed in their battle that it's a while before he sees the boy who will change his life. When his head turns and his eyes drink in the dragon that isn't, his mind immediately begins to roam over where he knows the creature from. His sharp brow furrows, his savage red eyes absorbing each detail of the wyvern. Where do I.....ah. He remembers; the memory smacks him like a wrecking ball and brings a dirty little smirk to the corners of his mouth. His red had fed the creature, and in return Volterra had fed on her. His balls tingle at the memory - it's been a while since he had any action, and the fact the creature is here means the mare could be, too. Perhaps she's come for a second dose? The thought fills him with filthy glee. Stop, he commands his dragons. Still hissing and spitting, they break apart and take to the sky, neither of them satisfied that they haven't been able to defeat the other. Vérzés recognises the wyvern that he fed, and snorts an appreciative half-greeting to him for his cries of encouragement, but Vadir studiously ignores the lesser companion and lands on a nearby snow-covered rock to clean her gleaming golden scales. The stallion turns, his massive hooves crunching on the thick snow as he allows his feral red eyes to devour the unicorn mare. So intense is his focus on her that it takes him a good few minutes to notice the smaller, frailer form beside her. Curiosity gets the better of him and he shifts his gaze downwards towards the child. His heart skips a beat, then jumps into his mouth. A child. A child beside the mare who he fucked, and he can't see a mare just taking a random child out for a walk in the snowy north with her. It has to be hers. His mind races, darting over dates, working out the foal's approximate age and crossing it with the time of their tryst, trying to work out what's happened, what he's done. Dread fills him. "What," he says, his eyes wide, his voice holding something akin to a quiver. "is that?" And he gestures with his nose to the child, the boy, the black, feather-footed boy, the son. HEROES ALWAYS GET REMEMBERED BUT YOU KNOW LEGENDS NEVER DIE |
@Sikeax
[ 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 ]
