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DEVIL ON YOUR BACK, I CAN NEVER DIE
Child. The giant's ears flick backwards in irritation - he is almost a man grown, as far from a child as it is possible to be. The mare addressing him is a queer combination of bird and unicorn, and he flicks his crimson gaze up and down her, quickly coming to the assumption that she is one of the newcomers. Unusually, he has a small amount of tolerance for her jibe, because this woman has likely just been spawned here out of nowhere and perhaps where she is from, one is considered a child until their tenth year, or something similar. At her question, he looks over to the white-painted man who tingles with electricity; he has never met him before, but the behemoth could hazard a guess that he is a God. "Helovia is a land - the land you now stand in. We are its residents. Where are you from, and how did you get here?" He fixes her with his stern, bloodied gaze. She asks about the reigning Gods, and again he looks to Sparky over in the corner. "I am not too knowledgeable on the Gods - I have only met one, named the Earth God. He is a stallion far larger than you or I, and he can bestow his earthen abilities on those he deems worthy." Like me, he thinks, and almost ruffles with pleasure. "There is another, a Moon Goddess, but I have never met her." He only knows of her through Isopia; she had killed the filly's brother. If the spark-stricken man is also a God, that makes three, but Volterra cannot be fully sure of that, so he doesn't elaborate further. Do you work with the darkness? The beast's massive head tilts slightly. I AM the darkness, he wants to say, but doesn't. "I work for nobody," he rumbles instead. On his back, his blood-dragon scrambles up and perches between his ears so he, too, can scrutinise the stranger. "Owl-smells," comes his bonded's voice, still a strange sensation in the yearling's head. Indeed, this woman appears to be more than just a pegasus, or a hybrid like Isopia; she is elaborately coloured and feathered. "What is your name?" he questions. |
[ 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 ]
