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HEROES ALWAYS GET REMEMBERED BUT YOU KNOW LEGENDS NEVER DIE He's surprised at how relaxed he is in her presence, and how much he enjoys the sensation of her skin against his own. She's extraordinarily cold, and he can't help the devious path that his mind begins to wander down...is she so frigid everywhere? Would it be possible for a man to awaken the fire inside her, watch it blossom until it consumes her in a pit of writhing pleasure and ecstasy? Realising his expression has grown rather glazed over thanks to his fantasies, the beast quickly shakes himself back into the present in time to hear her speaking to him. "I pray it will. I always aspired to rule, but only now I've experienced it and lost it do I know how much I need it." He is incomplete without his throne, a lost puppy without an owner. Volterra was born to rule, and in the absence of a crown upon his head he does not feel as though he has any true purpose. He has already accomplished the highest rank of warlord possible, has sired many strong children and has powerful magic and dragons....what more is there for him to achieve, save reclaiming a herd for his own and elevating it to glory? His ears prick with surprise as the mare reveals she has been healed by the Moon Goddess. "That is a relief. I am not the sort of man to worry or fret - today's events aside - but I confess that I lost a good deal of sleep due to my guilt over the damage I inflicted on you during our fight." Admitting this is difficult, but Volterra does not and cannot lie, so he tells the ice-mare openly what he felt. The stallion unleashes a sigh, a wistful and almost sad noise. "I am glad you are back, and restored to full health, but you have not chosen the best of times to return. I fear for Helovia, Erthë. The Gods abandoning their herds and Kaos's seemingly unstoppable grip upon the lands....it makes me think of a wild animal in its death throes, unable to stop the inevitable." His face is furrowed into a frown, his muscles tense and his tail idly twitching. |
@Erthe
[ 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 ]
