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Turkeys. Of all the bizarre creatures Volterra has come across, the turkeys perhaps take the prize for the most disgusting.. They're ugly as sin, with saggy bald necks and red chunks of flab hanging from their hooked beaks, hideously fat and feathered bodies and wings that don't appear to be of any use. In short, they seem like animals who exist purely to feed other animals - serial prey. How terribly unfortunate for them. For there to be quite a crowd already gathered around the awkward-looking birds, then, it must mean something is afoot. The black colossus prowls into the area, joined by both of his dragons. Both red and gold eye the turkeys with a starving, feral hunger that they make no attempt to hide, and with a joyous screech they both depart from the leviathan's back in order to dive into the midst of the birds. NO! Volterra's mental voice thunders through their heads, catching both dragons just before they are about to plunge into the depths of the plodding turkeys. The sheer volume of his words inside their heads makes them recoil from their would-be prey and circle above the stallion instead, humming their displeasure. They obey, though; this pleases the leviathan, as they would not normally have done so. Look at the orb. That means power, and obviously the birds have something to do with it. Killing them will earn me no favours. "But they're FOOD!" object both dragons, for once in agreement with each other. The mammoth male shakes his head, but there's a cold twinkle in his eye. If I don't win the prize...THEN you can eat them. This seems to appease the red and the gold, who resume their circling of their bonded and the turkeys. Volterra stands in the middle of the crowd, waiting for further commands about what they must do next. This ain't his first rodeo - he knows the orb will demand a challenge. |
Seeking an upgrade to his existing magic:
[Magic: Earth x Fire | Can create and animate golems made of stone with fire inside them.]
Upgrade: Golems can breathe fire that causes minor burns, and when they crumble they release a small wave of fire.
refusal
[ 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 ]
