The goliath stands on the edge of the world itself; he's been here before, years ago, when his mother was stolen by the Sultan of these lands (and twice since, but only briefly, to witness the births of Tyrath and Astarot via his dragons). The first memory makes his stern face darken and his ears bat angrily backwards - he feels filthy, entering this place beneath a white banner. What would the World Eater think, if she knew her youngest son was attempting to enter her would-be prison for any other reason but to tear it apart? He is quite sure he would feel the bite of her corrosion for his sins. But surely she would understand - he has to do this. Three of his children live here, and he is honour-bound to visit them. Of course, he would vastly prefer socialising with them in the northern snowy mountains, but alas, as their father it is up to him to show willing.

Even if that means possibly incurring his mother's wrath, should she ever return to Helovia.

The necklace slung around the muscular ridges of his neck jangles against his skin; it feels strange to be wearing the key of a land that he is not a part of. Vérzés delivered it to him from Sikeax, which is a remarkable act of trust from the mare that Volterra has always assumed does not particularly like him. Still, he does not intend to waste this trust, as he steps closer towards the edge of the world and peers out at the distant island. When the bridge appears, he's taken aback for a moment; above his head he hears a cacophony of draconic cries as his companions send him images of the great strip of land that suddenly connects them to the island. Slowly, and feeling strangely reluctant, the behemoth takes his first steps onto the bridge and towards the Throat itself.

It feels incredibly strange when he reaches the other side. Save for his brief forays into the Falls to Isopia's clearing, this is the first time he has properly entered a herd land. He can smell the reek of the herd's leading stallion, who he knows has a rather formidable reputation; nothing he couldn't handle, he's sure, but he does feel rather awkward simply turning up in here. Usually so assured, Volterra suddenly feels quite out of place; already he craves his freedom, craves the mainland, craves the cool bite of the north instead of this all-consuming southern heat. How can anybody call this place home?! Maybe he should just go, ask his dragons to pass the key back to Sikeax, and arrange to meet his children somewhere else...

No. These are the sort of sacrifices he needs to make. What's a couple of hours sweating his balls off as penance for emptying said balls into the womb of a Dragon's Throat mare? Besides, this is where half of his children live, and he feels like it will give him a unique chance to bond with them if he meets them here, in their domain. It passes the power to them, instead of him. They will show him around; they will be able to explain the many beautiful assets of their home, whilst he listens like an attentive student.

He looks around through narrowed eyes, his muscles tense as though expecting an attack at any moment. Now he's in, he isn't quite sure what to do - so he simply stands and huffs a beckons for his family, in the hope they'll take pity on him and come and find him.