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FIFTY WORDS FOR MURDER AND I'M EVERY ONE OF THEM He knows this time of year. He knows what happens, the turtle and the tree bearing gifts, and his heart pulses with excitement as the familiar draw tugs at his heart. His stride turns fluidly into a trot, crunching across the snow with his colossal hooves whilst apprehension drags at his chest. These events do not always end well for him - he's still recovering from the sheer humiliation of his temporarily stunted genitals - but he is not going to miss out on the potential for gifts. The Indomitable's sheer greed easily outweighs any misgivings he may have, and his body language does not speak of anything other than easy confidence and excitement. It is not long before he has arrived, a mere black sentinel before the great bulk of the tree. The turtle stands before it, proud and, in a strange way, beautiful. The leviathan has no time to admire such beauty, though. The tree must be decorated, and it takes the stallion a moment to rack his brains and decide what to put on it. Whatever it is, he has no intention of leaving it behind - its stint on the tree will be only temporary - but it is still an important choice. If the item helps decide the origins of any prizes, then Volterra is determined to excel himself. From his face he pulls the blackened skull of Gashad; he rarely wears it outside battle, but by coincidence he'd decided to sport it today. He moves forwards and places the grisly item upon one of the middle branches, where it hangs like an ugly stepbrother besides the pretty items placed by others. "This is the skull of my first opponent," he growls by way of explanation, as though daring anybody to question why he's putting such an odd item on the tree. "It brings me strength, and reminds me that sheer indomitable spirit can outweigh any odds." Gashad had been larger than him, terrifying in his bony glory, yet Volterra had prevailed despite his inexperience. Back then, he was not a warlord - just a boy new to the battlefield, living off hopes more than skill. It worked, though. He survived to fight another day, and his opponent did not. The mask signifies that, and as the leviathan steps back he hopes it will be enough. |
Volterra decorates the tree with Gashad's skull, a memento of his first fight/kill.
Tamme: HE SORT OF BROUGHT A SEVERED HEAD??? xD
[ 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 ]
