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10-31-2016, 09:06 AM
VOLTERRA
you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far
you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far
These gatherings...have yielded mixed fortunes for the blackened leviathan. He has received armour, but also rejection. He's fought and slayed Gods, but received crippling diseases as well. He approaches each of them warily, yet with considerable excitement. This one is no different.
He is dragonless, his companions seizing their opportunity to hunt in the massed foliage of the crimson forest. The leviathan's black flesh casts him into camouflage as he moves through the shadows, a hulking beast of the forest; his pace is a heavy trot, his footfalls thunderous on the hard ground. Excitement and apprehension thrum through his body in equal measure; will he receive pleasure or pain today? Both are welcome, he supposes.
He is unsurprised to find a crowd already gathered, and he slows to a halt in their midst. The hideous horned creature upon the rock asks them whether they want a trick or treat, and the stallion ponders for a moment. Treat seems like a far too obvious answer... "Trick," he rumbles.
Volterra chooses TRICK
[ 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 ]
