He doesn't come to the Veins very often, not unless he's visiting the Earth God for advice or a quest. It just seems wrong to trespass upon such sacred ground for unimportant reasons, yet he finds himself coming here today out of necessity rather than desire. Volterra has racked his brains to think of somewhere volcanic to obtain the second item for his quest, and after much frustrated musing, he finally decided that the Veins is the only place that the Earth God could possibly have meant. There's no other volcanoes in Helovia that he can think of, and the leakings of lava that seem to expand the island daily are certainly a sign that he's looking in the right place.
Now he's here, with his hooves clacking heavily upon the hardened magma underfoot, there's the small task of deciding which bit of the volcano to steal from. Is it not akin to sacrilege to just snatch a piece of holy volcano? The onyx warlord gazes up at the four shrines, realising that they seem to be nearest to the volcano itself but finding it hard to make the decision to go up there and take a bit. "Hmmm," he finds himself rumbling, arching his tail and shaking his head as he ponders the conundrum that faces him. Going up to the shrines to pilfer a piece of rock from behind them could result in him angering the Gods, and he's not entirely sure that the possibility enhanced magic is worth the risk of a painful smiting. Above him, a full moon crests in the sky, bathing him in a silvery glow that accentuates every muscle in his body. He certainly has the physical strength to chisel off a chunk of volcano for his quest, but it's another question entirely whether he's willing to risk the ire of the Gods for taking a piece of holy land. Volterra snorts unhappily and stares up at the volcano, his mind a haze of indecision. |
I figured we could have this quest thread as just Vol and Iso, then have the one in the Endless Blue with all four of them? :D @Isopia
[ 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 ]
Dragon's Throat Apostle atk: 6.5 | def: 10 | dam: 8.0 |
Mare :: Tribrid :: 18hh :: 3 - is now aging slowly HP: 90 | Buff: NUMB |
Hubris :: Royal Bronze Dragon :: Shock Breath & Frost Breath & Babel :: Royal Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath Odd |
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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 |
The voice summons a smile onto the concerned countenance of the Indomitable, and he immediately swings around to beam at Isopia. He glances downwards, looking for the foals, and there's a frisson of worry when he sees that she's alone - the absence of her dragons soon settles any anxiety, though, and he knows his own companions have remained in the Throat to keep an eye on things too. Besides, the twins seem to be growing far faster than any child Volterra has observed before....except Isopia. They'll certainly become self-sufficient more quickly than other foals, and he reminds himself that with their strong genes, they'll be fine to remain alone in the Throat with just the dragons for company.
The giantess's tail has Volterra's ears pricking forwards, his interest painted openly on his white-marked face. "I didn't know that," he responds, glancing curiously around himself. It's hard to imagine this barren spit of rock ever being lush or green, but he's also aware that Isopia's knowledge of Helovian history far outweighs his own. Her additional remark about the Earth God slaps him like a fist across the face; of course, he should have known that Father Earth would not set him something impossible, or something that would incite the wrath of the Gods for obtaining. "That's true," he murmurs sheepishly, feeling rather foolish for ever having doubted his patron deity. Volterra fears very, very few things in this world, but the ire of his favourite God is certainly one of them. Not just because the Earth God could undoubtedly crush him into oblivion with one careless flick of a hoof, but also because he idolises the giant tribrid so much that it would cause him immeasurable pain to disappoint him. "Will you accompany me to the shrines? The volcano seems more....present up there." He begins to move, casting his massive head around to see whether the mare is following. "How are you, kis hollo? Motherhood suits you." And it does, which is a surprise given the giantess's somewhat frosty exterior. It could be Volterra seeing what he wants to see, but he thinks he's never seen anything more perfect than Isopia tending to their foals. |
[ 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 ]
Dragon's Throat Apostle atk: 6.5 | def: 10 | dam: 8.0 |
Mare :: Tribrid :: 18hh :: 3 - is now aging slowly HP: 90 | Buff: NUMB |
Hubris :: Royal Bronze Dragon :: Shock Breath & Frost Breath & Babel :: Royal Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath Odd |
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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 |
Her comment stings him, even if the only sign of any hurt is a marginal flicker of an ear. There's truth in her statement, of course - he does know a lot about motherhood, and has seen more than his fair share of pregnant and just-birthed mares to be able to form an opinion on whether they seem suited to it or not. Yet the remark makes him concerned that all those things that caused their previous spat are still there, merely brushed beneath the carpet. Volterra, ever the optimist, had chosen to think that everything was revolved and that Isopia no longer cared about his other women, but now he's beginning to believe that he was hasty in his assertions.
She quickly moves to cover the comment, and whilst the Indomitable is still suspicious about what she'd truly meant, he allows the smooth segue of the conversation. It also gives him an opportunity to mention something that has been playing on his mind since the twins' birth, when the Mountain spoke of her mother. "You mentioned your mother at the birth. You never really speak about her....what was she like?" He hopes he is not being too bold in his questioning, but he is truly interested in the maternal side of the giant mare's heritage. After all, Kahlua's blood now runs through the veins of his children, so he's bound to be curious about what she was like. He doesn't even know what species she was! Her next words incite a deep, booming laugh. Normally the beast would recoil at such an insult or, indeed, quickly move to disprove it with force, but this time he knows the truth in the giantess's voice. All the same, he gives an exaggerated flinch and looks as mock-offended as he possibly can. "Ah, but in their rugged good looks and charm, they will take after me," he rumbles, tones jovial and eyes twinkling. He's absentmindedly walking as he speaks, ascending the narrow path towards the shrines where he intends to take his prize of volcanic rock. As ever when he's with Isopia, though, other things are pushed out of his mind - he finds himself only able to focus on her, in all her glory. |
[ 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 ]