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It is nostalgia that brings him to the Fields. In a time of such massive upheaval for him - joining a herd, being responsible - he feels the need to go back to his roots. He was born here, an irrelevant blob of black flesh with tangled limbs and nothing but his father's secondhand amulet to his name. Of course, there's a more recent memory, too; it's her. With a warm shudder, the beast remembers their bodies intertwined like vines around a tree, their breaths coming as one, a statue forged of skin and desire. He remembers the happiest day of his life. So when she comes for him, he first thinks - with a colossal blossom of delight, a rosebud opening in his heart - that she's here to reminisce, too. For one sparkling moment, he thinks fate has brought him here today so they can reconcile, pick up where they left off. His head lifts, hope gleaming in his eyes, a whicker of greeting rising in his chest and her name like a blessing on his lips - "Kis hollo?" There's another mare, but she's irrelevant, mere background noise for the joyous reunion that he is sure is coming. He is wrong. The earth beneath him suddenly moves, and not in the way it had last time they were here. The goliath's ears lurch backwards and he emits a bewildered snort as the ground begins to ripple ominously. Instinct drives him to reach for his magic and he hauls up a great wall of earth around his body in a semi-circle that encases his front and his left side; there's a hearty crash as Isopia's summoned earth smashes into the wall he's erected, but there's not enough time to let his creation grow around to cover his right side, too. With a sickening crunch, the ground punches like a fist into the treasure trove of his right ribcage. There's a snap that he feels as well as hears, and he staggers sideways into his wall; it crumbles to dust as his concentration breaks and his side explodes into a pit of agony like nothing he's ever felt before. He snatches at breath but it feels like he's inhaling broken glass; he gasps, shudders, and a kicked-puppy expression of abject hurt flashes across his face. "Kis...hollo?" he croaks, red dots bubbling in front of his vision. He hardly notices the water splashing against his cheek, forcing tears into eyes that're too stunned to create them. Isopia attacked him. She attacked him. And she's furious; he's never seen her so angry. She always emenated earthen calm, but now she is pure fire. Had anybody else caused Volterra such damage, he would now be attempting to detatch their skull, but this is Isopia. They don't fight. They can't. There must be some mistake... Pregnant. The word momentarily numbs the screaming agony in his side. "Pregnant?" There's a ringing in his ears as he puts two and two together and makes five. She was pregnant. She had his child. Her second words are inadvertently ignored - in order of importance, they are decidedly behind the revelation of another child. "The child....we have a child..." He should have known. He has created another bastard - no wonder she is raging. No doubt the foal hates him, its absent father, but there's time to fix that. Despite his pain, there's an ache of joy in his heart; the offspring of himself and Isopia must be perfection incarnate. He wonders if it is a son or daughter... Suddenly, the sky is filled with gold. Vadir's howl is a primal, air-rending cacophony that threatens to tremble the earth with more intensity than either Volterra or Isopia had managed; she is furious, she is wrath in golden scales. "Vadir, no!" He can't shout, it hurts too much; it is a breathy rumble, the personification of pain. And his dragon queen ignores it. She cares not who this woman is. She is an enemy, an enemy who has caused her bonded unrivalled pain, an enemy that must be destroyed. Having not grown up with her, having never seen the development of their relationship from childhood friends to more, Vadir has never had the bond with Isopia that Vérzés has; she is just another woman, just another foe. Fire erupts from her massive jaws, and she aims the torrent for the Mountain's face. Through the inferno she has created, she lunges downwards and attempts to burrow the claws of both forepaws deep into Isopia's eyes, wanting to rip, to maim. Volterra's mind rings with her unbridled joy, because she's never helped him in battle before, never fought at his side like a gleaming golden waraxe. In her wake, Vérzés releases a single long note of lament. _______ @Isopia ! Vol is wearing his leg guards, but not his face mask or armour. ARE WE WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO SAVE US FROM BURNING TO DUST? SHOULD YOU BUILD ALL YOU HAVE OUT OF NOTHING BUT ANGER AND LUST? |
[ 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 ]
