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OH, MY EYES ARE SEEING RED DOUBLE VISION FROM THE BLOOD WE'VE SHED When he fought Tae upon the Throat's dusty sand, it marked the first time he'd made his home into his battlefield. That was quite an oversight on his part - he's fought in almost every neutral land, but only that one half-battle with the pegasus filly upon home soil. He intends to correct that, and ensure that he will not be wrongfooted if he ever has to fight properly within the confines of the Throat. The perfect opportunity to test himself upon the Throat's sand arises when Volterra, as the herd's Gladiator, assigns himself and the other warriors spars to be performed in Frostfall. He finds himself paired with Hector, a hybrid soldier who he's seen around the herd and who expressed concern about Volterra's arrival as Gladiator. The chance to right this insult makes the leviathan prowl towards the arena with a spring in his step, determined to show Hector exactly why he deserves his title. He chooses a breezy winter's morning, cold enough to make his flesh quiver against the frosty air and windy enough to cause numerous small objects to flutter and flicker around him. The Indomitable's crimson gaze follows the leaves, sand and twigs blown up by the wind, refusing to spook even when they tangle between his hooves and blow up into his face. Above him, his dragons find themselves buffeted by the wind, yet they seem to enjoy it - red and gold flashes zoom around above him, carried by the breeze beneath their wings and emitting great howls of glee as they revel in the raw power of their bodies. Volterra finds a suitable place to fight, choosing a large expanse of open sand as their arena. He sinks slightly into the sand, but not so much so that he thinks it will affect him. Lifting his mammoth head, the stallion calls for his opponent with a thunderous war-cry, emphasising his point by rearing high and slamming his colossal feathered feet down onto the ground with a deep thud of compacted sand. _________ Seasonal Dragon's Throat spar for @Hector ! Set in the Throat in early morning, chilly and windy. 0/3 - words |
[ 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 ]
