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and it's our time now if you want it to be
maul the world like the carnival bear set free
The compliment inflates his already swollen ego and he shuffles rather proudly - he is nothing if not shallow, easily won over by a kind word or caress to his arrogance. Kindness is not an emotion he is accustomed to being complimented on, however. Mother taught them that it was survival of the fittest, that there was no time for empathy in their dog-eat-dog world, yet Volterra's love for the dignity of dragons had overwhelmed all his teachings. And look at the reward he had reaped for the act! Whatever the green had seen in him, she had deemed him worthy, and blessed him with everything he'd always wanted. The red is everything the young warmonger had wanted from a bond and more. At the hybrid's question, his shoulders shift into a shrug. The red aboard them hisses at the disruption, his claws digging painfully further into his flesh. "I like it here - it's pleasantly cold, and it gets me away from Mother for a bit." A sardonic smile twists his lips. Oh, he adores the World Eater with everything he has, but he is a young boy and needs his own space. He cannot train with Confutatis every minute of every day, as much as she may wish it. "What about you?" His nostrils flare, hunting for the scent of a herd on her - he detects something, but knows not what it is. |
@[Ghost]
[ 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 ]
