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02-11-2015, 06:09 PM
Ears pivot and massive head turns as he hears a voice - a rather complimentary voice. Clever, it calls him, and he can't help but feel himself swell slightly with pride like a preening bird. "Thanks!" He's transported back to his younger weeks as a beam spreads across his face, christened by a snow moustache. A small hiss comes from his feet and he looks down to see Vérzés looking decidedly unhappy, his claws rasping into the bucket as he pulls it back up onto its base, three-quarters full with snow. Another filly arrives, and again his male pride takes a big boost as they copy his idea amongst themselves. "Are you two sharing together in the boat?" he questions, looking between them. Maybe they're sisters, although he can see very little resemblance. "I'm Volterra, this is Vérzés." The dragon chirps, forked tail lashing as he clambers up his bonded's leg to nestle into his withers. Claws dig into the colt's scarred flesh, but he barely notices the pinprick sensation. |
@[Nymeria]
[ 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 ]
