CONFUTATIS
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08-06-2015, 07:54 PM
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08-07-2015, 05:22 AM
Volterra & Vérzés We're in love with defeat / And we march to the beat But I know what I've seen's not out of reach / So give it to me, give it to me
Mother. The mongrel kitsune that greets him can only be his dam's dog; the colt's ears prick, his thick neck arching and massive head flailing towards the sky as he unleases a bestial bellow of delight. Mother! He thinks of nothing else but the ground under his hooves as he breaks into a headlong gallop, demanding Vérzés rise into the heavens to visualize his path to his creator. In tandem, black yearling and red dragon bomb towards their source, towards the skull-faced mare who made them. Quickly, the territory becomes familiar. The leviathan slows, snorting an icy blast of air from his nostrils as he realises where he is. A year and a half ago, his wet, fledgling frame emerged onto this very soil in a blast of blood and agony, with his sister alongside him. He remembers dragons of bronze and green, of a black egg given to his twin, of a magic-imbued amulet given to him, of the mysterious man that sired him and gave him his white forelegs, his size, and his lust. Ah, is mother dearest feeling a tad nostalgic? And there she is, in all her glory - she emits monstrosity, she demands obedience. As he gets closer, he realises he towers over her now, and marvels at the fact he once fit like a puzzle piece inside her body. But despite his size, despite his power, he holds his proud head low, demure. She is Mother, one of the only living beings he truly respects. He wonders what greeting she has in store for him - will it be a loving embrace, or a fierce nip of venom and steel? Will she be proud of what her son has grown into, or disgusted at the fact they did not break her from her prison? They tried, of course, but it simply wasn't possible. Vérzés lands heavily on the giant's forequarters. Curiosity tints their bond, and Volterra detects an urge to go closer, to examine the mare who smells of corrosion. He has only seen her from a distance, but now she is here in all her glory. "Mother," rumbles the beast, edging closer. There is little use lurking a safe distance away - if she wants to punish him, she will. And he, black king, does not cower. He extends his velvet muzzle, seeking to slowly blow into her nostrils in greeting, not showing a single sign of flinching away despite the fact he fully expects to feel teeth snap into the tender skin of his face. [ 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 ]
08-22-2015, 03:56 PM
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@Volterra OOC: Sorry for the crappy and late post .__. Hopefully they'll get better...
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Volterra & Vérzés We're in love with defeat / And we march to the beat But I know what I've seen's not out of reach / So give it to me, give it to me
Her rebuke does not come; her teeth don't pierce his flesh, her corrosion does not burn hair from skin. There is no affection forthcoming, not that he had expected any, but he allows his lips to flutter across her skin, tasting sweat and captivity and mother. Then he withdraws, tail swinging idly around his thickset hocks. His dragon, losing interest, takes off again. "Mother-dragon strong, to make strong hatchlings." The dragon's broken words have a valid point, and the giant flicks his jaws into a smirk. Strong bitches produce strong pups. He should never have doubted his dam's ability to escape by herself when she had the strength in her to create such powerful twins. His mind flashes to Nymeria at exactly the same moment Confutatis mentions her. He remembers their last meeting, their argument; the closest they'd ever come to falling out. It pains him that his sister had turned out to be right, that he should never have doubted his dam. But, he reasons, he doesn't know what has happened to her during her captivity. She could have been defiled, as he had so feared - but he is sure that if so, her assailant's head and balls alike now lie in a bloody pile. She is returned, glorious and whole. Whatever happened during her imprisonment is in the past now. The future is what mattered - their glorious future, together. He still has her question to deal with. "I don't doubt she'll be along soon," he says, abruptly, dismissively. Yes, it kills him that he and his twin seem to have drifted further apart as age matures their bodies and sharpens their minds. Yes, he wants to follow her every hour of every day to make sure he is the only one that gets to touch her, but that is easier said than done when she is her own woman. "We still meet regularly, but we think it wise to become as strong in our own right as we are paired. We spend some time apart to achieve this." Even if it kills me. He shakes his massive head, flinging tendrils of mane like a storm around his head. "What of you, Mother? How did you escape?" His curiosity is evident. He had seen the land bridge for himself, and unless his dam swam, he cannot see how she managed to flee unseen. But she had managed it - perhaps with the power of hell itself. @Confutatis [ 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 ]
09-25-2015, 08:46 AM
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10-02-2015, 06:25 PM
Volterra & Vérzés We're in love with defeat / And we march to the beat But I know what I've seen's not out of reach / So give it to me, give it to me
Suddenly she hardens, becoming all sharp edges and refined menace. It takes every ounce of the colt's strength not to wince, shy away. He is better than that. She is silent after his question, and when she speaks, he believes her. After all, he has no reason not to. He wants to believe her, and so he does. It is far grander for his mother to have manipulated her way out of her iron cage to freedom, as oppose to simply being released out of a captor's boredom. She is the World-Eater - she rips through chains and leaves only broken bones behind. Pride blossoms in him, and he snorts his approval of her technique. Then she speaks again. Then she crushes him. His proud posture sags slightly, each hard, rippling muscle relaxing slightly as a huff of sorrow flees unbidden from his lips. But...you can't. She wants to leave. Leave him. Leave them. What for? To fuck his father and make dozens more powerful twins? Twins who will actually get to know their sire, and grow up within a herd, priveleged and adored - jealousy flares within the beast for these unborn, fictitious siblings, and his eyes harden. She inhales, and continues, reaffirming his desire to be a king, to rule. Now his ears prick, eager. Oh, to have a crown heavy upon his head! To have a legion of mares to take beneath him at will, and strong soldiers to march into battle at his side! It is what he has always dreamed of, and what he will one day achieve. It won't be as easy as his dam thinks, though. The twins are unknown, unloved. None will support them should it come to an invasion. Before he can even think of ruling, he will need to gather followers. She suggests a patron God, and his mind immediately shifts to the Earth God. "Of the Gods I have met, the God of Earth is the one I would most likely pledge my allegiance to. I know not what herd he patrons, however." He knows little of the herdlands, save for the fragments of information Confutatis has fed him. He has seen the Throat from a distance, danced on the edge of the Falls' borders with Isopia, but would not exactly call himself learned on the herdlands. "I confess I have given it little thought. The land itself matters less to me than the herd within it." Land is land; it is useful for battles, but a strong army can overcome geographical handicaps. "Have you any recommendations?" @Confutatis [ 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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