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you will remember me for centuries
The mention of the God fight seems to please the other, as it would if it was mentioned to Volterra. Playing such a part in all four fights was, perhaps, his proudest moment, and he thinks of them all regularly. Like his darling uncle Ode, such memories bring a tingle to the loins, although he never goes as far as the immortal one did. Still, though, he wears his scars from the battles with great pride, trophies of war. How did you fare? is the question in return, and a dreamy look floats across the draft's gaze as those memories assault him yet again. "Rather well. Each God felt my blows, and a couple of them even fell to them." Knocking the legs out from beneath the Gods so the children of their own deities could land the killing blows...such poetry! With the whole of Helovia as his witness, Volterra had ascended, a warmonger with a steel blade.
It had been glorious. Bloody and beautiful, like any good battle.
"And you?" The waves continue to lap at the hellion's feathered feet, and with a small grunt he feels Vérzés depart his back and soar towards the open ocean. Through his dragon's eyes, the stallion sees beneath the waves as the ruby king dives deep, plunging amongst the fish and causing chaos in their shoals. His jaws snap tightly around one and he emerges from the foam in an eruption of salty water, his still-wiggling prey clutched firmly between his hooked teeth. He lands back on Volterra's withers - with such force he pushes an oomph from the beast's lips - and devours his prey loudly and greedily, a lazy and arrogant display of his hunting prowess. A mixture of seawater and fish innards splatter the back of the behemoth's neck, and his nostrils shrivel in disgust.
The unicorn introduces himself, and Volterra returns the favour. "I am Volterra, the dragon is Vérzés." At mention of his name, the crimson demon looks up from his dinner, but within a fraction of a second he is rummaging back down into the guts of the fish to pick out the choicest morsels.
[ 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 ]
