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Tyrath Posts: 61
Outcast atk: 5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6
Stallion :: Tribrid :: 17.2 :: 2 [birdsong] HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Harcos :: Common Red Dragon :: Fire Breath Nova
#1

It hadn't taken long for him to make up his mind, to spread his dusted wings and take to the skies. For the past few days he had rolled thoughts and idea's through his mind, let them wash against his shores as they did on the sandy beaches he called home. Magic was a wonderful, dangerous, magnificent thing he had come to know — it could be both wild and predictable, malicious and benevolent. The imagination was only the limitation to what could be achieved. It was this knowledge, and the thirst to understand and attain more of this unfathomable well of power and understanding, which drew the dragon-child from the throat with an iron goal.
Tyrath would go to the fabled veins, and ask the Gods to be found worthy to harness more of their blessings.

Going alone, however, wasn't exactly in his agenda. Part of him wished Aithniel would of accompanied him to the Veins, after all, she had missed most of his firsts in his life — some part of him still longed for that maternal bond, to see her chest swell with pride as others had whenever he had accomplished something. His father, siblings and Sikeax had instead filled the roles as he had gone from a gangly newborn to a capable colt. She was a ghost in the fog, whenever Tyrath thought he had glimpsed her and her Griffin companion on the winds, it had been no more than a trick of the sun, or another winged equine with their companion coming in to roost. It twisted somewhere in his chest, a thorny, gloomy patch within his heart where his mother should of had a shrine. With a snort, he pressed the thoughts from his mind and instead focused on finding his father and his Dragon's.


It hadn't taken long to find him, and even shorter to request that his Apa accompany him to the veins for his first meeting with Gods. No doubt his father had his own reasons, other than making sure his Son was escorted safely to the veins, Tyrath was no longer days old with wolves wanted to lap the marrow from his splintered bones. This was a momentous occasion, where the boy would begin his own quest to achieve greater understanding of magic and the world around himself, he would gaze upon the face of a true God and find himself humbled and awed by the magnitude of their presence. They were but humble mortals after all, a speck of stand in the great hourglass of time, just another wave coming in from the vast ocean. The anticipation which vibrated off of his body no doubt could be felt by all, pupilless orbs of crimson shining with thinly veiled excitement and curiosity.


Carefully and confidently, Tyrath picked his way through the veins of blue lava, he observed every nook and shape which formed the road towards the ruined shrines. Though disappointed at the ruin they were in, it did little to stifle the occasion as he stopped in front of the four with bated breath. He had much time on the way there, to decide which God he would call to. The Earth God intrigued him, for the power of the earth was as indomitable as the mountain and as deep as the waters of the sea — he had also met his daughter, someone who despite one meeting, Tyrath had a great deal of respect for. The Goddess of the Moon, he had heard of her, as mysterious as the dark places on the long winter nights, the fury of the winds and shadows blessed her with beauty and subdued those that would defy her. The God of Time, sarcastic, that was a word he had heard tacked on to Lord Time the few times other had spoken of him, but a creature in charge of the inevitable tapestry of the timeways and herald of lightning. Finally, molten eyes turned to the ashen shrine in front of him. The God of the Sun, Lord of Light and Patron of the Dragon's Throat. As radient as the sun against the final tendrils of morning twilight, and as fierce as untamed wildfires when ignited. As he gazed, he felt a strange sort of something in the forgotten stone and he took a sure step forward.

The Sun was who he had came to see, to falter towards his gateway would be a poor impression indeed. With a flick of his ear towards his father and a quick glance, he cleared his throat and turned his head skyward. "Lord Sun, I have come to the veins to seek your blessing, and your wisdom." Perhaps too formal for a Colt? Tyrath entertained it with a mirth filled smile, he wasn't exactly like other colts and fillies, which wandered in a blissful state of youthful ignorance. Shielded by their mother's desires to keep them within a bubble filled with sweetness and light, to keep them from the gritty realities which existed beyond their grandiose illusions they worked so tirelessly to weave.    



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using one of my VOTG Passes from my prize list to quest for:

[Dark x Fire :: active] :: able to summon a wall of soulfire arrows with a beat of his wings. Fire burns from the inside out on contact with target.
Restrictions :: [Wall extends up to 10m from body, cannot directly control the arrows.]


Tyrath
Here lies the Abyss

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@Volterra — permission to PP him escorting Tyrath to the veins @Mythical Request

I'm not sure if @Zhu or @Astarot will show up, but tagging them in case as they expressed interest. Though I'd like to keep things moving along, mythical mod!
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Volterra the Indomitable Posts: 785
Dragon's Throat Sultan atk: 8.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 8.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 17'2hh :: 3 HP: 80 | Buff: SENSE
Vérzés :: Common Red Dragon :: Frost Breath & Toxic Breath & Vadir :: Royal Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath & Shock Breath Snow
#2


V O L T E R R A
ARE WE WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO SAVE US FROM BURNING TO DUST?
SHOULD YOU BUILD ALL YOU HAVE OUT OF NOTHING BUT ANGER AND LUST?

The last time the obsidian giant came here, his state of mind was...crooked, to put it mildly. He visited Father Earth with his mind numbed by the loss of Isopia, his emotions dulled and hidden behind a wall of steel. Mercifully, that particular dark phase didn't last as long as he'd feared, as he had instead chosen to pump his resources into interacting with his ever-growing herd of offspring. His children have given him something to focus on, something to take his mind off her. He still thinks of her daily, still misses her even more often than that, but at least he can distract himself with his children.

He distracts himself other ways, too. Volterra-ways. He might be a tad more responsible than he was back when he last came to the Veins, but he is still a hedonist at heart. He fights and he fornicates as he always has, but now there's a third F-worded activity that's almost as enjoyable as the former two - being a father.

Tyrath had barely mentioned his intention to go to the Veins, than Volterra had offered himself to go with him. He wants his children to become as powerful as they possibly can, and he hopes that he may be able to aid them in their quests for magic. His own quest is...in progress. Truthfully, the goliath doesn't often give it much thought, because he isn't the sort of creature who can just make himself feel things. He'll just have to wait until a scenario arises that jogs his mind into action, so until then he's quite happy to aid his offspring in their own pursuits.

He does have a somewhat ulterior motive, as well. Meeting more Gods, learning more about them....what horse in their right mind would turn that opportunity down? So he shows Tyrath the way, his own massive frame marauding close to his son's ever-growing body. "Here we are, Tyrath. The Veins of the Gods." He stands for a moment to observe the flowing veins of blue lava, the sky that hints at power, and the four distant shrines. Together they make their way to the shrines, and Volterra lapses into silence as his son approaches the one dedicated to the Sun God. That particular deity intrigues the young warmonger, as he has Sun's magical power running through his veins but knows next to nothing about him. Hopefully, that will be remedied fairly soon.

He steps back, to give Tyrath space. This is an important milestone in the boy's life; he has to do certain parts of it alone, although Volterra is a hulking presence at his side to offer support.

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LONG SHOT and it's totally fine if not but would Sunny consider giving Vol his new leg-guards?

:: [ Item: Leather leg-guards | Defensive. Pair of leather leg-guards with faded dragon pattern, padded at front and straps behind, that fit beween knee and fetlock of forelegs. ]

I've used a medium item from my prizelist for them and I've been trying to think of a fun way for him to find them, and Sunny giving them to him would give him another God to respect :D It's totally fine if it's not IC for him though I just thought I'd ask <33

[ you can't stray from what you are, you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far  ]
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Astarot Posts: 81
Dragon's Throat Sun Physician atk: 5.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 5.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 17.1 :: 2 (Birdsong) HP: 66.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Zafír :: Common Blue Dragon :: Frost Breath Pare
#3


Land bound as he was the light skull marked colt had watched his brother take to the skies his young heart sinking as he longed to be with him. Sighing he followed the best he could from the ground scarlet and blue eyes flicking up trying to keep up. It was hard going, but judging by the way he was moving he had an idea of where he was going. Sighing he slowed his pace, hoping his brother was going where he assumed. If not he could enjoy the blue lava alone. He moved at a steady trot building up his lungs and muscles the way only the land lovers could. He wanted so much to fly with his brother and explore from above. His heart clenched as he thought of the fun they could have in the skies.

Roughly he shook the thoughts away burying them deep down for later. He and Tyrath would have more than enough on the ground to bond. Snorting the colt quickened his pace once more as if running would leave his worries in the dust. Either way it felt good to stretch his young growing legs. He did love to run to feel his muscles tighten and relax as he flew over the ground. He knew he wasn't the fastest creature around, but he could beat them all in the long run. He chuckled softly enjoying the way the wind tugged at his mane and tail. It was a great way to clear his mind, leave everything that worried his young soul behind.

It didn't take long before he caught a glimpse of Tyrath's massive butt, next to an even bigger and darker backside. He slowed to a walk curiously eyes sparkling brightly. Who was he with? Ears pricked all the way forward as he gathered his thoughts and charged full speed ahead to catch the pair before they entered the bridge. "Hey Bro! What's up with leaving my ass behind yours again?" He called out with a laugh as he caught up to the duo. Scarlet and blue eyes switched from his brother to the massive black and white stallion.

His body was coated in thick muscle, and woven with scars. Memories of Tiva telling him stories about his great sire stirred in his mind. 'This must be him.' He gulped and pulled his body up proudly eyes appraising the stud carefully. "Hello," he paused and took a wild chance, "Volterra." He watched the stallion carefully as he walked beside his brother. He wasn't frightened just intrigued. He had never met his father before, so it was a first for him. Then he remembered what else Tiva had told him. "Where are your dragons?" His gazed shifted up hope soaring in his chest. He had wanted to see them almost more than he had wanted to gaze upon his father.

He walked quietly and stood beside his brother has he called to the Sun lord. He longed to speak as well, to ask if he could grant him wings to fly with his brother. Being the caring and loving bro he was the colt held his tongue. This was Ty's trip, not his own, no matter how bad he wanted it to be.

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God of the Sun Posts: 198
Helovian Ancient
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17 hh :: Ageless
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#4


The GOD of the SUN

Burn the whole world down


The God appeared in a bright pillar of burning fire. The flames licked against his long and slender legs as the molten fire there swirled and churned to create his elegant form. It had been a while since such an entourage had come to visit him, and yet most of those gathered here were relatively unknown to him. The God's pale gaze fell first upon Tyrath, the one who had called to him, and the one who lived in the Dragon's Throat. His grandson, which made - The God's gaze rolled sweepingly to Volterra. He knew the stallion from the Riftian Wars, but more recently the title the God associated with him, was the one who bedded Aithniel. Oh, the God didn't have any pretense that his ashen child was in love, or had found the one.  Knowing Aithniel she likely just wanted to try it out, and from what he had seen of Tyrath's raising, she hadn't bothered much with the mothering part that followed the fun part. Then there was the third, also of the Dragon's Throat, but more or less unknown to him. What an odd little gathering ...

The God exhaled.

"Blessings and wisdom, is it young Tyrath? Are you sure it isn't magic and power? For that is what most younglings seek from me." He chuckled with good nature, winking at the boy.

His long tail swayed behind him as the God cocked a hip, settling into a more comfortable position. Having greeted Tyrath, the center of this little meeting first, his swept his eyes once again over Volterra and Astarot, nodding graciously to each.



Sorry Snow, it's already been added to your records which means he technically already has them. Sorry!

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Tyrath Posts: 61
Outcast atk: 5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6
Stallion :: Tribrid :: 17.2 :: 2 [birdsong] HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Harcos :: Common Red Dragon :: Fire Breath Nova
#5


"I didn't intentionally leave your ass behind." He replied with a sly smirk, when the familar voice reached his ears, followed by Astarot's appearance in the corner of his vision. It was true, he hadn't meant to leave him behind, the bond of blood was a strong one that Tyrath respected and tethered to his core. It was just, well, Astarot did not have the wings he posessed, and with flying being the quickest way to get from A to B — it was a sad reality that he would get left behind for the most part whenever he decided to use his wings instead of his hooves. "Glad you could finally make it."


It hit him after a moment, that Astarot, as far as he knew, had never met Volterra. Had never had the pleasure of running into him and fighting alongside their proud, glorious sire. Astarot himself went and confirmed it with his tentative hello, or he assumed it to be tentative, as he didn't call Volterra father, just Volterra. An ear flicked back, followed by his pale neck coiled to look between Volterra and his brother. "Apa, this is my brother, Astarot. Astarot, this is our Apa." A brief, awkward introduction, but then again, he wasn't exactly good at introductions. He'd never really had to do it in his short lifespan, the few times he had bumped into strangers he hadn't given them his name, and it seemed to do them just fine.

The gathering of skullfaces is interrupted by the arrival of the Sun God, appearing in all of his glory with a swirl of fire and light. Crimson eyes snapped to his regal form, and he feels his chest coil and tighten within the confines of his ashen chest. His mother looked like him, she is his aftermath, the cold fire and the ashes of a fire long burning. Part of him feels that lost, bitter newborn come back within his mind. Feeble limbs watching the skies with rounded eyes filled with hope that the next pegasus with horns and a companion would be his ma, coming back from a patrol or whatever she had deemed important to take her away from him, ready to mother him. Her silhouette never came for him in the sky, and instead he was adopted by someone else.

If the Giantess had been telling the truth, this would be the first tentative hoofstep in knowing who his mother was, and the greatness of her family and duty which had stolen her from him.
The god spoke, questioned his intentions of coming to the Shrine. "If they're just coming for power and magic, then they're foolish. Aren't Gods here to impart their knowledge and advice upon those that call this place home? They should want to listen and know, not just come and demand." He answered with a simple shrug of his winged shoulders, speaking with a voice and knowing that might've felt out of place for another as young as he. "Magic is what I seek too, but it is not the most important part of why I'm here."

There's an awkward inhale, his cloven hooves shifted upon the dried lava and scorched dirt. "I met a giantess on the isles, the Earth's Daughter, when I was out exploring the rift lands." There is a flicker of foolish, boyish hope in his chest, but also a flicker of a boy looking for answers and acceptance. Wanting to know about the part of his life which blew into the wind shortly after he emerged from his egg. Whether that's by his own mother, or his grandfather. "She spoke of the demi-god's, Mesec, Roskuld and herself, and then she mentioned my Ma." For a moment, he looked behind him, to his Apa and to his brother, then back to the Sun God.

"My Ma is your daughter, right? She's really the Sun Demi-Goddess?" He didn't have reason to disbelieve the awfully pretty Earth Daughter, in fact just looking at the God confirmed it when he put the fuzzy picture of his mother next to him. The Earth Daughter had been kind and humored him in his childish whims, but it wasn't an everyday happening that you found out your mother was a Goddess. It brought up a lot of conflicting thoughts and feelings within him. She had been right all along, the voice in the back of his mind mumbled, the Sun God didn't need to verbally confirm it, it showed on his face as he knitted portions of his face against hers and came up with a relatively similar version.

"I want to be strong, like my Father. I want to make Ma proud, even if she isn't here to raise me because she's doing Goddess things, you know? I want to be strong for my adoptive ma as well. I'd like to make you proud, as well. But I also want to be smart, I want to understand the powers of the Sun, and learn to weild them properly. Not just demand that you give me fire so I can run and set everything on fire stupidly. I want to grow up strong and knowledgeable because there's not much point being a kid of Goddess if I'm all kinds of useless, right?"

He let out a slow breath, he composed himself before he ruffled his wings and let them settle against his barrel once more. He didn't like speaking about his emotions, or his feelings. But this was his Grandpa right? And he was a God, didn't horses tell Gods their woes or speak to them when they were sad and lost, let themselves be honest? Besides, he figured because gods were leagues above them, if he so wanted, he could probably peer into his mind and see the torrents of emotions which swirled there while he tried to keep his body as still as possible. "So, I'd like to learn about you, since it would be pretty lame if I chose another god as my patron over my own Grandpa, and because well, your my Grandpa. I'd like to learn about your elements, and learn how to use them." He reaffirmed with a small nod.




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using one of my VOTG Passes from my prize list to quest for:

[Dark x Fire :: active] :: able to summon a wall of soulfire arrows with a beat of his wings. Fire burns from the inside out on contact with target.
Restrictions :: [Wall extends up to 10m from body, cannot directly control the arrows.]


Tyrath
Here lies the Abyss

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@Volterra  @Mythical Request
 @Astarot
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Volterra the Indomitable Posts: 785
Dragon's Throat Sultan atk: 8.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 8.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 17'2hh :: 3 HP: 80 | Buff: SENSE
Vérzés :: Common Red Dragon :: Frost Breath & Toxic Breath & Vadir :: Royal Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath & Shock Breath Snow
#6


V O L T E R R A
ARE WE WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO SAVE US FROM BURNING TO DUST?
SHOULD YOU BUILD ALL YOU HAVE OUT OF NOTHING BUT ANGER AND LUST?

His head turns at his name, and he sets eyes upon his newest son for the first time. At last - he has been hunting the boy down, but was unable to find him until now. "Hello, son. It is good to finally meet you properly. I was at your birth - or at least my dragons were, on my behalf - and I have been trying to locate you ever since." He looks the lad up and down; equine, with the token white face that marks him as being of Volterra's blood, but his coat is an odd shade that the black behemoth has never seen before. The colt looks sturdy, strong and healthy, and Volterra's approval is given with a short, sharp nod of his head.

It appears Tyrath and this new son have already met and bonded with each other, as well. This is excellent news. He wants all of his children to bond, as they are stronger when they are together. It will strengthen the stallion's empire as well, to have his boys forge strong alliances with each other. He hopes to see them all rule herds one day - a true legacy. Tyrath gives the new son's name as Astarot, which also gathers the giant's approval. Astarot asks where his dragons are, and he flashes the colt a grin - ah, it's good to see his enthusiasm for their draconic kin! "They are hunting, but will be along shortly." He mentally beckons the red and gold, who notify him that they aren't abandoning their hunt just yet - he receives a flash of the pair of them working together to pursue a large stag, and pride swells in his chest. They, too, are stronger when they are together.

The joyful meeting of father and sons is broken when the Sun God himself arrives; Volterra's colossal head turns to fix his interested stare on the winged deity. He has not seen him up close before, save for when he helped ensure their victory in one of the Rift God fights. "Sun God," comes his rumbling greeting, voice imbued with respect. After all, he has this God's magic in his veins, too; it lends his golems their fire.

Tyrath begins to speak, and he speaks well for one of his age. Volterra listens, content to remain quiet and allow the boy to forge his own path towards whatever it is he desires, but his head turns so sharply that he jars his neck when Tyrath mentions meeting a giantess of the earth. He's met Isopia? This is not good. Volterra is unlikely to win her affections back if she meets yet more of his children, and he's sure she will come to the conclusion that he clearly doesn't care about her at all if he's content to continue fathering more offspring. Shit. He will have to ask his son how the meeting went, as soon as they're done here.

But there's more. My Ma is your daughter, right? She's really the Sun Demi-Goddess? The leviathan almost chokes, and his eyes widen to saucepan size. "Wait, what?!" Ohgodohgodohgod. Aithniel is the Sun God's daughter? Well, shit. It's a wonder the God hasn't already turned Volterra into a walking fireball. If Aithniel gained her ferocity and flaming passion from her father, then what is this great man capable of? "Aithniel is your daughter? She is a demi-god?" He looks to Tyrath, as suddenly things begin clicking into place. How he can have the blood of all three species in his veins. How he can have magic so powerful even at his tender age. How he has chosen the Sun God as his patron, when Volterra would naturally have encouraged him to head towards Father Earth.

Oh shit, Father Earth. What on earth (no pun intended) will he think when he learns Volterra has bedded two demi-goddesses? And, more importantly - his chest lurches, his heart pounds, his bile rises - what will Isopia think? Surely Tyrath will have pointed out that Aithniel is his mother, and Isopia's a clever girl, she'll have put two and two together when she saw Tyrath's skull marking. Fuck!

She's going to hate him even more than she already does. He is sure she will see it as a personal affront - he has bedded the equivalent of her sister (he thinks - the God's genetic ties to each other are a mystery to the goliath, but he assumes they're somehow related) and fathered a child with her. If the little raven was offended by Volterra fathering any other children, then what the hell will she think about Tyrath?

He hardly hears the rest of what his son says; he simply stands there, numb, unable to believe his ears, unable to believe anything.

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[ 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 ]




God of the Sun Posts: 198
Helovian Ancient
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17 hh :: Ageless
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#7


The GOD of the SUN

Burn the whole world down



The God chuckled warmly as Tyrath seemed to find some obstacle within his words that he needed to overcome. His statement hadn't been offered as a challenge for the boy, and yet the boy had received it as such, seemingly trying to defend his right to be here. Had he also been criticizing those who sought only power and magic? The God exhaled, a smile still on his regal face. So young to already think he has so much to prove.. the God thought.

"Perhaps, perhaps. But there is nothing wrong in seeking magic and power. That is how many learn wisdom." Did the God's gaze flicker to Volterra for a moment as he said this? It was hard to be sure..

The Sun's ears perked forward as the boy mentioned Isopia, a girl who, by all descriptions by his brother, was not the outgoing type. Still, the report Tyrath gave was accurate, and the Sun's head bobbed in agreement. "Aithniel is indeed my daughter. My second daughter, for her older sister was called back into the light many seasons ago. Each of my kin has a .. representative here." The God paused, hating the word, but finding no real suitable replacement. "And Aithniel is mine." He gave no further information, falling pointedly silent. He didn't know why it was young Tyrath was so ignorant of his heritage...he did know that Aithniel preferred a more socialist means of raising her offspring (or so it seemed), but how was it that the boy was hearing this information second hand, from an aunt he didn't even know he had?

At Volterra's confused exclamation, the God shot him a curious (and the sort of disappointed stare that only a Father can produce) glance, before returning his attention to Tyrath. 

I want to grow up strong and knowledgeable because there's not much point being a kid of Goddess if I'm all kinds of useless, right?

"There doesn't need to be any point to who you are, young one." The God said gently, stepping towards the boy and lowering his head slightly, his molten eyes locked upon the skull-marked colt. "You are free to be who, or whatever you choose. Your goals are admirable, but you are too young to be weighed down by obligation."

Having never had a grandchild before - especially one who wanted to know about him (who didn't already know about him?) - the God's smile broadened. 

"Fire and light ... those are the elements over which I reign. If you wish to learn about them, and in so doing learn about me, so be it.  Find one who uses magic of my blessing for good, and one who uses it for evil ... do not judge them, merely understand their motives. Then, find three who have never heard of my blessings or powers and speak to them of me. But do not use your lineage to sway them. Speak of me in the abstract, not as your grandsire. Do you understand?"

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Tyrath Posts: 61
Outcast atk: 5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6
Stallion :: Tribrid :: 17.2 :: 2 [birdsong] HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Harcos :: Common Red Dragon :: Fire Breath Nova
#8



Tyrath's ashen ears flicked forward and to the side momentarily, when the Sun God stated that many came for power and learned wisdom later. He supposed that was acceptable too, no doubt many came here before they properly understood anything of what they were asking, and learned through the process of trial, error and time. He nodded though, showing his grandfather that he had heard the words and taken them to heart.

When the conversation changed to the Sun confirming that Aithniel was his daughter, he listened even more intently. Crimson eyes fixated on the other's golden form, the news that his mother was not the first, but he had an aunt that was no longer here, brought a small downward twist to his marked muzzle. "What happened to her?" He questioned lightly, he wasn't going to press for an answer if the God didn't want to give it, talking about death could be a painful subject, even for those who were upon the higher plain, he was sure. Still, the confirmation raged a storm within the Colt's growing frame, rain clouds rolled in and the thunder sounded in the distance as he battled an inward fight to control and comprehend the reality he had been presented. It might not have been so bad, if Aithniel had stuck around to at least tell him, and then left him to his devices, there was a whole identity and family that had been left in the dark, left a sizeable hole within him that had festered into bitterness and loathing.


Volterra's outburst also drew his son's gaze, pale neck arched to turn his horned head towards the sound. An invisible brow raised toward the glance his Grandfather gave him when he spotted it from the corner of his eye. If he had known the kind of complicated relationship Volterra had now found himself in, bedding two demi-goddesses, and fathering a child with one, he might've changed his request to give his father the ability to disappear into nothingness. Evaporate before the Earth God could gate crash this family meeting and demand to know what the hell Volterra was playing at. It was one thing to bed mortal mare's with considerably tame powered fathers, you could out run, smooth talk and go toe to toe with them if it came to blows.

To bed children of Gods? Nice one, Apa. Between the Sun and the Earth, nothing said 'you fucked up' than a nice flaming boulder of disappointment to the head.

Still, the conversation moved on with Tyrath oblivious to his father's reality, the God took a step closer and met his eyes with his own molten gold. A part of him was relieved to hear that there didn't need to be a point to who he was, that he could simply be a young, foolish foal and let the point come later when he was a stallion ready to make his mark upon the world and succeed. Then, there was another part of him which vehemently rejected the advice, if he belonged to another family, that would be the sweetest music in the world, he could indulge in that advice but he belonged to a brood with ambition, a large and ever growing brood that all shared that similar ambitious streak, the similar desire to stand leagues above the rest. For the moment, he let himself listen to the small part of him that had been grateful for the God's words, his head bobbed again and a small smile played upon his muzzle. "I'll try not to let myself get too wrapped up in things, I suppose, for now." Adding the last words as a slight jest.

His Grandfather began to speak about himself, and present the skull-marked colt with a challenge, or a quest. Perhaps a bit of both? The youngster decided, it might be hard to find others who hadn't heard of the Gods. He could find those in the Throat who knew his Grandfather, maybe the diviner there? She might be worth finding. Already his mind was at work, trying to figure out how to do what his Grandfather asked without screwing up in the process. "I understand." He said, a little too eagerly than he realized, cloven hooves pressed against the hardened lava as his body seemed to jump with his coltish excitement. "I can do that."
 
A little caught up with himself, and his inner emotions taking a moment to ride on his excitement, a ray of sunshine broke through the internal storm, clearing the turbulent skies and letting Tyrath be just a normal colt for a change, a colt that had found a missing piece of himself that he had always wanted to know. He took a couple steps towards his Grandfather, velvety muzzle extended to press against gold neck as he wrapped his growing downy wings against Sunny in a hug packed with all the strength and emotion his frame could muster. As though if he didn't, his Grandpa would burst into flame and disappear, become an illusion he had fabricated, to cover up the hollow, bitter feelings he had inside. "I won't let you down, I promise."




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using one of my VOTG Passes from my prize list to quest for:

[Dark x Fire :: active] :: able to summon a wall of soulfire arrows with a beat of his wings. Fire burns from the inside out on contact with target.
Restrictions :: [Wall extends up to 10m from body, cannot directly control the arrows.]


Tyrath
Here lies the Abyss

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