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The idea that her father already knows is a rather alarming one. Heavens, what if he was watching? Volterra had never considered before the sheer reach of the Gods' omniscience, that they could theoretically watch the denizens of Helovia doing....well, that. It's a notion that he quickly shunts from his head, suppressing a shudder as he does so and trying to reassure himself that the Gods have better things to do than practice voyeurism. Generally, the beast's mind is not particularly vulgar, but he can't help smirking slightly at Isopia's comments about her open slot. He does manage to refrain from commenting, albeit with extreme difficulty. The mare reveals that she's here to quest for a new magic to fill this, ahem, open slot of hers and Volterra's great head tilts with interest. "Have you no ideas yourself of what you might like?" He'd always liked Isopia's magic for the similarities it had to his own - they could create structures, albeit hers had the ability to exude heat. He's thankful that at least the mountain did not take her raven-shifting from her, else his Hungarian nickname for her would be null and void. He casts a sidelong glance to the Earth God's shrine. Choosing an magic is a whole new world to him, as his structures and his golems had simply been blessed upon him and his cerberus had come from a none-specific request to be able to transform into something beastly. He'd certainly got his wish, but he can't help wondering what he'd have chosen if he stood here in Isopia's situation, with a whole world of magical possibilities at his fingertips. It's exciting, if a little daunting. |
[ 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 ]
