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[PRIVATE] rage, rage against the dying of the light

Volterra the Indomitable Posts: 785
Dragon's Throat Sultan atk: 8.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 8.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 17'2hh :: 3 HP: 80 | Buff: SENSE
Vérzés :: Common Red Dragon :: Frost Breath & Toxic Breath & Vadir :: Royal Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath & Shock Breath Snow
#6
THE INDOMITABLE

HEROES ALWAYS GET REMEMBERED BUT YOU KNOW LEGENDS NEVER DIE

Her battle-cry is echoed by his own, a benediction of two warriors determined to die on their feet rather than live on their knees. Through the haze of pain, betrayal and disappointment at recent events, Volterra begins to feel the first flames of his burning desire for revenge, tickling like an inferno against his chest, his muscles, his mind. It is a heady sensation, and it's mingled with something else that's been ignited by this spark-bird - it's familiar, an old friend to him. Lust. There is beauty in her defiance, in her solemn vow to join him in taking arms against Kaos. The Indomitable takes his pleasure in all sorts of women, but his favourites are the ones that appreciate war like he does.

"Better we die with a sword in our hands, fighting, than with one in our guts, submitting." Another stomp of his massive forehoof, sending a ripple effect through the hardened muscle that makes up his formidable bulk; the rain dampens the onyx coat that sits upon his thick stature, emphasising each contour. He has found an ally in this lightning-mare, a fellow soldier who understands that defiance is the only thing to cling to in the face of insurmountable odds. Azulee is a pillar of strength beside him, small in stature but big in heart, and the beast feels the feral, carnal creature inside him purring to be set free.

She stills, the calm after the storm; why, though, does he sense that the ill-weather is only just beginning? Emboldened by their vows to fight alongside each other, the mammoth man finds himself taking a step closer to her, until he's looming over her like a mountain; his expression is hooded but his eyes are blazing, and he wonders if it's the thunder in the sky or the thudding rhythm of his racing heart that is creating the din in his ears.

He extends his muzzle to touch her shoulder, to plant a caress upon the moistened, spark-sizzling skin.

image by neverr the glorious


@Azulee

[ 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 ]





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RE: rage, rage against the dying of the light - by Volterra - 06-29-2017, 03:34 PM

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