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The sky is ripped apart, torn asunder by the wrath of the Gods themselves. The storm is fierce, no doubt brought on by the hot spring temperatures that seemed to stifle the residents of Helovia, and there is a certain majesty to be witnessed in the howling thunder and flashing lightning. It is an unusual sight in the otherwise unusually dry Birdsong, but there is no logic to the coming of a storm. Most horses with brains in their heads are huddled away from the storm, nestled beneath trees or in caves, necks bowed against the wind. Not Volterra. He ascends the path to the Heavenly Fields, his mane whipped around his face by the force of the gale, his muscles quivering with the bone-deep cold. God, it's been months since the last time he was cold, and he finds the sensation quite glorious. His jet-black fur, soaked to a shade of deepest obsidian by the driving rain, clings to each hard contour and rough-hewn line of his body, accentuating the stern rises and falls of his muscles as he prowls up the mountain path. His dragons fight against the wind, their leathery wings spread wide in a futile attempt to capture the air beneath them. They growl and snarl as they struggle against the storm, both unused to meeting an element that does not simply bend to their splendour. So dense is the rainfall that their scales are simply occasional glints amongst the downpour, the sun hidden behind the black clouds and witholding the rays that would usually have made their red and gold hues gleam like gemstones. The goliath finally slows to a halt, turning side-on to the elements so the rain crashes against his left side rather than his face. He has come up here in this foul weather to fight, because it's very rare that there's a storm in which to train himself, and this is too good an opportunity to pass up. He lifts his colossal head to the ominous heavens and roars a battlecry that rivals the thunder itself, summoning an opponent brave - or stupid - enough to tangle with him in the storm. ________________ Teaching spar for @Seanan ! Set in the Heavenly Fields during a heavy thunderstorm :D Up to you whether you want Vol to use his magic/companions or not! Good luck! ^_^ 0/3 - words |
[ 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 ]
