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ONE, TWO, THREE AND FOUR
THE DEVIL'S KNOCKING AT YOUR DOOR His shock turns to a frown. He might not have seen eye to eye with the mare himself, but she is as much part of the Throat as the desert rocks and plants. She is part of the furniture here, and a Throat without her just doesn't seem...right. "You will be missed, Maren," is all he can say, knowing that it would be fruitless to try and convince her to reconsider. Ampere's arrival bids him to look over to her, and surprise yet again appears on his features at the spark-mare's outburst. She's always so controlled, yet she seems extremely upset by Maren's revelation in a way he hadn't thought possible from her. The Sun God offers a sharp rebuke to her, and Volterra is reminded that the fiery deity before him is not the same as the placid, kind Earth God that he chooses to follow. The Sun God is a whole different animal, and his stern furnace of a voice towards his loyal follower is quite a shock to the Indomitable. The man is fierce, strong, an inferno in living flesh; he is not to be crossed, that's for certain. The stallion hesitates for a moment, aware once more of Isopia's presence and her probable disapproval of what he's about to do next. He does it regardless; he moves to Ampere's side and seeks to place a gentle, comforting muzzle against her shoulder, next to her deflated, flaccid wings. The touch is entirely platonic, the touch of a friend and co-leader, and it's so swift that it would be easy to miss as Volterra moves briskly away from his Sultana in the aftermath of his attempt at reassurance. He hopes the little mare will understand the gesture and that it will help her to know that she has people in the Throat that will stay loyal to her as long as she stays loyal to them; she, too, is part of the golden sands and Volterra is quickly growing to consider her a firm friend. The Sun God speaks again. Steel... It makes sense for them to use metal to reinforce the island, given their crafter's ability with the element. He glances to Ampere, all stony professionalism now, then looks to the Sun God. "That sounds as though it would work, Tűz Királya. What must we do?" |
Tűz Királya = Fire King
[ 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 ]
