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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
#1
A traditional man, Volterra has always preferred sons to daughters. Sons are the backbone of an empire; they are the loyal soldiers, future kings, colts who will grow into stallions who will mount the world and provide legions of grandchildren to add to the ever-growing legacy of the Indomitable. When he was younger, before he fathered any offspring, the leviathan saw daughters as just an unfortunate byproduct of the quest to sire sons. They would be dispensable; pawns to offer to the princes of other powerful empires in order to forge alliances, and dams to future great grandsons of his. He never thought he would value them for them.

Oh, he was terribly wrong, and he thinks back to his youthful ignorance with a fond smile. He still prefers sons, as all men do (even if they do not admit it), but there's a special level of adoration he holds for his daughters. Sabre, Valdis and now Vezér have captured the mammoth man's heart, inching their way further and further into his affections until he cannot picture himself not loving them. Just because they lack an appendage between their thighs does not make them useless or disposable, as he once thought - they can hold every bit as much fire in their bellies as his colts, and he is sure their gender will not quell their rise to greatness.

He's softer with them than he is with his sons. He is still a domineering, stern and not very affectionate father to them, but he unwittingly finds himself giving them more leeway than he gives the colts. They're his little darlings, and one flutter of their eyelids can transform even hulking, brooding, monstrous Volterra into a mushy ball of fatherly love.

But they still need to learn valuable life lessons, and sometimes the behemoth's teaching methods can appear...unconventional. Today, his youngest daughter Vezér must learn one of the most important things she'll ever learn - how to avoid predators. And Volterra's more a fan of practice than theory.

He's bonded well with the little cobweb girl since her birth. He adores her, his black heart swollen with love for her, and her potential makes him glow. She is the first child that he actually planned, as a way to tie her mother to him and to create the first part of his harem, and it makes a world of difference to have not been shocked at her arrival. He seeks her out in the forest and takes her from her mother's side with promises of fun, pressing his muzzle to Airlia's shoulder as he does so and reassuring the mare that her child will be returned to her soon, and hopefully in one piece. Then they glide through the forest together, mammoth father and dainty daughter, Volterra's dragons conspicuous in their absence - there's a reason for that.

Finally, they arrive at a suitable clearing, and the beast slows himself. His pace has been punishing, and he looks to the filly to see if she's tired. "Today, Vezér, we are going to learn about predators, and more importantly how to survive them." He flashes his daughter a grin, and even his eyes are warm as he gazes upon her. "Tell me, what do you know about predators?"

volterra
vérzés & vadir

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For @Vezér !

[ 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 ]




Vezér Posts: 38
Dragon's Throat Filly
Filly :: Equine :: 17hh :: One year
Pare
#2
The girl was with her mother for once, even though she usually tried to avoid the lady. On this certain day her mother was being strangely pleasant. Well, not even close to as nice as most mother's were, but better than she usually was. She smiled bashfully up at the bloody bay mare before the sound of her father drew her attention away. She jumps at the chance to leave Airlia before she can snap back to her normal violent self. She pretends to be sorry she is leaving and tells her she will be back soon.

As far as she knows her massive black father has no idea that of the horror her mother puts her through. The spider girl has no intention of telling him or anyone else for that matter. She bounces beside her Apa happy to be away from the temperamental mother and with her strong father. She grins up at him happy to wonder in silence at his side. She looks up at the sky bloody eyes searching for the dragons that always followed her father. She wants to ask where they were, but the silence was so comfortable she didn't want to break it.

After a while her bounce turns to a determined pace as he keeps plowing onward. She lifted her small head proudly as she walked beside her bold father. If anyone saw them walking together she wanted them to all know she was his and to not mess with her. By the time they reach the deep forest she is out of breath and trailing, if only slightly for a foal of her age. She enjoys wondering Helovia and has built up a decent set of pipes, even if her legs are lacking. When he does slow she takes a deep slow breath trying to ease the burning without showing her discomfort. She wants to be mighty and brave like her big brother, almost as bad as she wants to prove herself to her Apa.

Her ears swivel forward and she trots to catch back up to him trying to make it look like something had distracted her. 'Learn to defeat predators?' Her head tilts quizzically at his question. "I know that they eat horses, and love to get foals, old, and weak alone." She snorts laugh before growing serious again, "It kind of depends on which predator you're talking about? Wolves hunt in packs but mountain lions hunt alone and silently. I think they would be a lot harder to fight off then wolves." She looks up at his alabaster face hoping she answered to his liking.

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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
#3
The beast nods approvingly at her words. "Very good," he growls. At least she knows the basics! "You are correct that they prefer to prey upon the old, the weak and the young, which means you are a ripe target for them, Vezér." Since reaching his full mammoth size, Volterra has rarely had to deal with the threat of predation. Something about his aura - and perhaps his dragons - deters even the boldest of carnivores from trying their luck with him. He remembers well how the wolves had chosen to prey upon Tyrath when the boy was newborn, but they hadn't bargained for the colt's magic, or his wrathful sire.

Now, it is his youngest daughter's turn to learn. Tyrath's singular lesson seemed to have been extremely effective, and Volterra already knows how he will help his youngest offspring learn to survive. Before they begin their practical, however, she must learn her theory, otherwise he will be quite literally throwing her to the wolves.

"At your age, the best thing to do if a predator is nearby is to run. We are animals built for flight, my girl, and one of our greatest defences against predators is our ability to outrun them." When Volterra was a colt, and an outcast one at that, he'd had to flee from many a hungry carnivore. Running had prickled his pride, but he'd been smart enough to realise that he wasn't yet strong enough to fight back against his would-be killers. Now he's older, he wouldn't dream of fleeing - he'd take any predator attack as a personal insult and crush them like a twig - but his youth had been filled with exciting chases and near-death stumbles. "If you are ever hunted in the Throat, for example, you should immediately run to the first adult you can find, as they will be able to help you deal with the threat." If Volterra was ever grazing in the Throat and a foal ran towards him pursued by a predator, his natural reaction would be to help - he can't think of anyone in the herd who would refuse to aid a child in need.

"However, there will be times when running simply is not an option. Amongst trees like these, for example, you would be hardpressed to escape a pack of wolves who undoubtedly know this territory better than you do, and would be able to surround you whilst you fought your way between the trees. In such a scenario, you should shout for help, but if there is nobody nearby to assist you then you will need to stand and fight." It may be futile, a foal against a pack of wolves where there's only going to be one winner, but it is better to die trying than cowering next to a tree.

"We do not have sharp claws and razor fangs like carnivores do, but we have our own arsenal that can prove just as dangerous. The most effective attack against a predator, I find, is to turn around and buck towards their head." The mammoth man turns and demonstrates; he hurls his great weight forwards and flicks out his hindhooves, showing the sheer force that the action can create. "If you time your blow correctly, you can kill with one single hit." Which the stallion has done many a time. "A rear is another option, although you risk exposing your underbelly. Again, however, if you time your attack correctly, you can break a predator's spine and render them useless by slamming your forehooves down upon them." He demonstrates this, too. "Finally, your teeth. They may not be sharp like a wolf's, but they can cause great pain if used correctly. Aim them for the predator's joints, such as their legs, to help immobilise them. Again, this could leave you open to retaliation, but in some situations it may be your only option."

Finally he pauses. Before he begins with his plan, he needs to know his daughter understands. He gestures to a nearby tree with his muzzle. "Demonstrate your attacks on that tree. Buck at it, rear at it, and go to bite it, to show me you understand."

volterra
vérzés & vadir

coloring & coding credit


For @Vezér !

[ 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 ]




Vezér Posts: 38
Dragon's Throat Filly
Filly :: Equine :: 17hh :: One year
Pare
#4
She beamed at his praise and lifted her dainty head higher with her ego. "I'm only a target because of my size Apa." Her voice was strong and determined her scarlet eyes flashing with her inner fire. If there was one thing her abusive mother had taught her, it was strength. She watches him quietly waiting for his next words. If they were hereto learn she would take in every last scrap of information he would deliver to her. Or so she thought.

Her ears flicked back at the thought of running from her problems. It made sense, but her pride and powerful heritage rebelled against it. "I wont always have to run though, right Apa? One day I'll be big enough to fight, like you would." She turned her large eyes up to his begging him to tell her yes. She wanted to be strong enough to fight off a hoard of predators and make it out safe. "Ya, there really isn't anywhere to run at home." She nodded quietly as that sunk in with sharp teeth. The thought of asking others to protect her made the filly's skin crawl. Swallowing she tried to wash the bitter taste from her tongue.

His next words drew her attention back with renewed vigor. She nodded excitedly her eyes bright with excitement and imaginary fights to the death. Her young blood boiled at the thought of crushing her foes. She grinned up at her monstrous father. She wanted to be just like him, only slimmer and smarter. By now she knew about all of her siblings and her father's lack of self control. She will be him, but better. Of course she sees no issue with having an army of kids, but with more... suitable mates.

She watched his movements excitedly already playing out how to do them in her head. She nodded eagerly and stepped towards the tree. Hears ears pin to her small head as she rears back throwing her hooves out causing strips of bark to be pulled off, before throwing her legs down at the ground. She imagined the crunch of a wolf's back as her white hooves slammed back to the ground. Trying to be fast she wheeled and shifted her weight to her forelegs before throwing out her back feet. A solid smack sound greeted her ears as the shock trembled through her body. Finally she turned, slower this time, her neck snaked out teeth flashing. She aimed low at the tree as if going for a leg before pulling back quickly and giving a half rear her right fore striking out. Landing she turned to look at her father satisfied with the work she had done. "How was that Apa?"

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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
#5
I'm only a target because of my size Apa. A wide grin makes its way across his muzzle. "I don't doubt it, my dear." Her determination to stand and fight pleases him greatly, and it shows in those savage crimson eyes of his as he looks approvingly at his daughter. She is his child, there is no doubt of that - she has his fire, his indomitable spirit, and with her bloodlines she will be great. That is why he is so determined to ensure she protects herself, why he intends to raise her to be strong. That will require some....less than conventional training methods, however.

The spiderweb filly performs the required moves with remarkable skill, and the leviathan rumbles his pleasure. "Excellent," comes the deep growl of his voice. "Now, you have proven that you know the theory. I am a great believer in the fact that practical experience is the most useful, however." With that, he steps backwards so he's on the edge of the clearing, leaving a wide space around Vezér. Now, he tells the dragons.

The edge of the clearing erupts in flame, and fleeing from the inferno is a wolf. It is not a fully-grown wolf - Volterra may be determined to toughen his daughter up, but he's not quite stupid enough to find her a truly formidable opponent - but a lanky, half-grown teenager, big enough to be intimidating but not big enough to prove too great of a challenge. Its jaws are slavering, its muscles quivering and its ribs just about visible beneath its lank grey fur; it is obviously hungry. The dragons have obeyed his commands to the letter - find a young wolf, suffering from the effects of the season, and seperate it from its pack so Volterra can use it to train his daughter. The red and gold have herded the wolf through the forest with billows of flame and frost, and its sides are heaving from the exertion as it prowls around the clearing, glancing cautiously behind itself to ensure it is no longer being pursued.

Well done, he says to the dragons, who both land on nearby trees and preen happily. With a flick of his mind, the stallion uses his magic to erect a low wall around the edge of the clearing to enclose himself, the wolf and Vezér inside. There's no escape for the spiderweb filly, but Volterra knows he is close enough to step in if his daughter shows any sign of struggling.

He is rather confident that will not be the case, though. His eyes linger pityingly on the wolf - such a magnificent creature, the symbol of his maternal ancestors. It seems almost cruel to use it in such a way, to treat its life as a means to an end, but Volterra puts his daughter's welfare before all else. He is sure the animal's spirit will find peace, having died to ensure that a young foal lives.

Because it will die, one way or another. It just doesn't know it yet.

"Use what I've just shown you, Vezér. There's a world of difference between practicing on thin air and practicing on an actual predator, but I know you can do it." He examines his daughter, hunting for signs of fear but praying he won't find any. She's stronger than that, better than that, and he is sure she will pass this test with flying colours.

Now it has ascertained that it is no longer being chased by a pair of dragons, the wolf can focus on filling its empty belly. Its pack has struggled to find food for weeks, and it is ravenous - its eyes travel first to the large stallion, but it knows better than to attack something so big without its family to help it. It looks away, and...aha! The filly is small enough to take down but big enough to provide a meal that will fill the wolf's stomach for days - how its pack will rejoice when it drags such a magnificent carcass home! Drool swings from its jowls as it snarls, raises its hackles, and lunges towards the filly with jaws agape, aiming straight for her throat.

volterra
vérzés & vadir

coloring & coding credit


Parenting 101: Set wolves on your daughters xP Feel free to PP the wolf!

@Vezér

[ 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 ]





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