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Volterra. She doesn't say it hatefully, either, and hope growls like a beast within his soul. Of course he wants to be on good terms with her, as he wants to be on good terms with all of his children as well. He knows he has a lot of redeeming to do until he gets into her good books, but he's happy to try - and, for once, he's not doing it out of the hope of bedding her again either (he can get his fill of women anywhere he likes). No, it is a genuine deep-seated need to do the right thing that drives him to make amends, and at the end of the day he has grown rather fond of her. She's strong, loyal, and has helped raise more than one of his children when their own mothers abandoned them. The leviathan raises them too, of course, but there's some things a father simply cannot do. Every foal needs a mother, and this champagne mare has stepped up to the mark admirably. Honestly? she asks, and the blackened colossus' ears pivot forwards with concern to pick up whatever issue it is that she is about to confide in him. Truthfully, he doesn't expect her to be quite so honest - it pleases him that she is willing to share such things with him, even if her words themselves are definitely a cause for concern. "What's happened? Is there anything I can do?" He does not think twice about offering his help, although he naturally things that she might simply need somebody pounding into submission - perhaps someone in the Throat is bullying her, and she needs them putting in their place. That is a job Volterra is more than happy to do, although he racks his brain to think of any other alternative issues that he might have just inadvertently offered his services for. He could not have guessed the truth in a thousand years. She asks how he is, then, but that is of little importance; he is as well as he always is, with his plots and machinations churning inside his head. He grows stronger by the day, and each minute he spends on the battlefield is a minute closer to swooping towards the prize he so desires. "I am as well as always," he simply says, eager to shift the conversation away from himself and back onto her. |
@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 ]
