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YOU'RE THE CLOSEST THING TO HELL I'VE SEEN SO FAR The heat is stifling. Tallsun has always been the Indomitable's least favourite season, as he suffers horrendously with his black fur and great size. Joining the Throat only solidified his hatred of the heat, and although the season is only a few weeks old, he already craves the blessed chill of Orangemoon and Frostfall. He is almost the warlord he's always dreamed of being, though - he can feel it. He's so close now, and the Tallsun inferno is not going to get in his way. Volterra is no stranger to pushing himself above and beyond his limits, and today is no different. The heat inside the Throat makes him uncomfortable, so naturally he is going to combine both of those things and spar inside his home whilst the merciless sun beats upon his back. He will suffer, he's sure, but it'll be worth it. When he is Indomitable in every sense of the word, he will look back on this agonising, unpleasant fight and revel in it. His mind is on the Throat's smallest warrior, Pippigrin. The winged one has asked to be taught and Volterra is only too happy to oblige, even if it makes his conscience ache at the idea of fighting someone so small. It isn't a fair fight, but as Sultan it is his duty to obey the requests of his citizens, and perhaps Pippigrin will be a deceptively tough opponent. The goliath reaches the centre of the Throat, his hooves cruching on soft sand as he assesses his battlefield. "Pippigrin!" he booms. His dragons are absent - he cannot be dealing with their attempts to eat his opponent - so he is alone as he stands there waiting for his miniscule foe. ________ Spar for @Pippigrin ! Set in the Dragon's Throat on a hot Tallsun day, late afternoon. 0/3 - words |
[ 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 ]
