The forest is an old friend to him, and he embraces it openly. Branches beat his flesh and thorns rasp in his tail and foot-feathers as he marauds through the shadows, like a wolf on the hunt. His dragons dart between the branches, around the thick trunks, through the leaves with a serenade of rustles. It's dark, and visibility is limited, but the goliath can just about make out the shapes of the hulking trees in the dusky blackness.

He sees enough to notice a figure, a rather familiar figure. Nostrils dilated, mane ruffling across his thick neck in the gentle breeze, the stallion approaches his sibling with a grin dripping with comradery. They've met only once, and he's been quite eager to run into the roan ever since. After all, one does not meet a new sibling every day. He might not truly know the smaller man, but he believes him enough to deem him his sibling. How worthy he is of that title, however, remains to be seen. "Brother!" comes the goliath's low rumble, his tones lifting with good-natured affection. Well, perhaps not affection - that's far too pleasant a term to slap onto the brooding hulk's thunderous baritone - but certainly something that adds uplift to his usually emotionless voice.

The brute looks his sibling up and down, judging him, assessing him. His muscles tingle, his flesh sings, and an idea springs into fruition in the depths of his mind. "Since you're standing there doing nothing....come, let us see if Father's fighting prowess passed down to all of his sons." A wink, almost boyish, is offered to his sibling. Beneath this brotherly bravado, Volterra is deeply interested in assessing this man who shares his blood. After all, when he is a king, it will be vital for him to keep his family close, especially this brother he didn't know he had, this unexpected bonus. He wants to judge for himself how well Cowboy fights, so he knows what he has on his hands when he begins his empire. He is also itching to test out his new leather leg-guards, which are affixed firmly around his cannon bones and strapped at the back. Their added weight is disconcerting, but he's sure he'll soon grow used to it.

He shifts into a slightly larger space between the trees, fixing his sibling with his ruby gaze. "First move's yours, brother." The dragons croon excitedly in the trees; they are as intrigued as their bonded, and their tails swing excitedly like great swirls of gold and crimson.

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Teaching spar for @Cowboy !

Set in the Deep Forest at night. Feel free to have first attack! :D

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