A trip to the thistle meadow had turned into a night time excursion, too far away from the Dragon's Throat to make it back before the sun slipped over the horizon to allow the moon to cast her stars and gentle glow down upon Helovia. Cloven hooves dig into the dry grasses and cracking dirt as he soldiered on ahead of his mother and sister, small chest puffed out and head held high. Leonine tail swished behind him in an idle sway, and crimson eyes remained fixed on the rolling banks and not the Wendigo trawling beside him.

Goblin was a terrible troll, preying on his uneasiness whenever the Rougarou decided to revert into that form. It could of been anything, from what he'd been told about the shapeshifters, they could pick any form they wanted. Why a Wendigo? He was pretty sure he'd called Goblin 'troll' half a dozen times to his face, and each time he was sure the wicked thing grinned at him in response. Empty sockets and rattling bones, with a banshee wail that could make a dragon piss itself, ugh. With a mental shudder, the colt pushed the thoughts from his mind with one swift kick.

There were more pressing thoughts for the Tribrid to focus on, as they walked. The trip to the Veins had been eventful, if anything else. He found out his Grandpa was a God, and now he had his very own God Quest to do! Where to start with it? Gods were a pretty big deal, weren't they? Not many wouldn't know about the Sun God, and he was pretty sure some others weren't about to perform a light and fire show for a colt that popped up out of the blue asking if they had magic. Then there was his Apa, who looked like a Stallion waiting for the ground to open up and swallow him whole, what had that been about? It was clear he hadn't known who his mother was, but it wasn't that big of a deal right? To sleep with a Demi-Goddess and have her foal, he imagined most stallions like him would relish the thought of having a Mare that powerful in his bed.

Illuminated golden scales caught his eye, familiar golden scales which gleamed with a deadly, alurring light which belonged to no other Dragon but Vadir. An ashy ear flicked back to catch the barely audible grumble from his mother's companion, didn't he like the Golden Queen? Surely, her magnificence captivated him like it did the Colt. How his churning pits of crimson tinged green at his father for having one, and his lack of having one of those creatures bonded to his side, but they also twinged the colour of pride. How could his father not have a gold to command?

The way she moved in the air clearly spoke that she wanted the Colt to follow her, and hadn't the patience to wait for him to click on at a slower pace. "C'mon, Goblin." He muttered to the creature beside him and without another word eased himself into a canter after the Dragon, not caring if the Rougarou would have to switch forms in order to keep up with his lithe frame. Deeper into the night lit forest they go, until it clears and the familiar figure of his father is all he see's.


"Apa." It's a greeting any father would hope their son would greet them with, respect and warmth. Not gritted through the teeth with reluctant acknowledgement. He slowed to a steady stop a short distance from Volterra, head tilted to the side as his wings ruffled comfortably against his barrel, nostrils half-flared from his run. "You called?"

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