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It soon becomes clear - the painted one has suffered at the bidding of the Moon Goddess. Volterra can't help the chuckle that wells up inside his thick chest, amused by this revelation. Moony is quite the maverick, isn't she? Whilst the beast's patron God is, of course, Father Earth, he has a strange sort of twisted respect for the Goddess, despite the fact she is of the inferior gender, built to be mounted and to bear a man's children. Regardless of this, she has a rather sick nature that the stallion can quite sympathise with - if she's not murdering people, she's sending them flying across Helovia for offending her, or sending them on painful quests to earn the boons she offers them. Vadir's circles become lower and lower, until finally she alights upon the ground next to her bonded. She tilts her royal head, folding her haunches into a proud sitting position and scrutinising the folded-horned unicorn. She admires the cuts, contemplating whether they could have been created by the claws of one of her kind. But Ashamin reveals his wounds are from a friend, and the brute's gaze scans them again. The older stallion moves forwards, extending a cheek. Volterra's eyes narrow, confusion spasming across him. This is...unusual. In his experience, only women touch for reasons that aren't sexual - and yet the black monolith is very orientated towards touch, whether it be friendly or otherwise. An outcast life for one of his craving for physical contact is painful, to say the least. He nudges his muzzle forwards to touch the proffered cheek once in greeting, before taking a step backwards, careful not to tread on Vadir's tail. "Volterra. The red is Vérzés, the gold is Vadir." Both dragons lift their heads at their names, curling their tails like anxious snakes. The power inside the young stud tingles as he summons his magic, lifting the ground beneath Vadir into a small plateau. She squawks indignantly and lifts back into the air, displeasure radiating into her bonded's mind. "Perhaps I can assist, if you need more pain." One twitch of his mind and the plateau sharpens to a savage point, wicked enough to slice flesh. Quite why the brute is offering his help, he doesn't know, but the chance to inflict pain is not something he's going to pass up. HEROES ALWAYS GET REMEMBERED BUT YOU KNOW LEGENDS NEVER DIE |
[ 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 ]
