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IF IT FEELS GOOD, TASTES GOOD, IT MUST BE MINE HEROES ALWAYS GET REMEMBERED BUT YOU KNOW LEGENDS NEVER DIE He enjoys this land. It reminds him of the first God battle; the blood, the glory. That was the first time he felt the thrill of war, the incomparable tingle of excitement, the sheer unbridled joy of inflicting pain. This is where he learned true beauty; everybody else can keep their pretty sunsets and their twinkling stars, because they are ugly stepsisters next to the feral delight of battle. The crimson pool glimmers ominously under the weak dawn light, as if inviting unwary horses into its plunging depths. It is early in the day, but already stiflingly hot; here in the north it is marginally more bearable than the south, but the leviathan still finds himself sweating profusely. His tail swings against his muscular flanks to beat away the most persistent flies, aided by Vadir on his back who happily immolates any insects that Volterra's own ministrations fail to eliminate. She rests her massive golden body on his haunches, facing his rear end in order to better aim her torrent of flame towards any nearby flies whilst her viciously spiked tail waves dangerously close to his neck. The stallion pauses at the water's edge, lazily musing over the odd colour of the liquid. The peace and solace is broken when Vérzés, who had been soaring above whilst jealously eyeballing his golden sister upon Volterra's back, lets out a joyous bellow and dives from a great height directly into the ruby depths of the pool with a massive splash. Droplets of water flick into the behemoth's face and he grunts irritably, although it's hard to be annoyed at the red dragon for his sheer childlike joy at swimming in water the same colour as himself. Vérzés emerges from the depths and paddles happily across the surface, propelled by his powerful tail, hardly distinguishable from the deep red backdrop. Vadir sniffs haughtily and looks away, as though offended by the sight, whilst Volterra idly watches his crimson bonded's activities. |
@Vitani
[ 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 ]
