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He knows the scent well. It is his favourite odour of spring, the musky, heady tang of woman in heat. A year or so ago it would have driven him to the point of insanity, tearing down everything in his path until he had found and mounted its source. Now, the Indomitable has finally learned self-control, and he is able to appreciate the aroma without turning to madness to satiate his desire for it. That's not to say he doesn't want it, of course. He is still a stallion, and a particularly primitive, hormonal one at that. He has improved over the rampant sex-beast that he used to be, but he still has a fine eye for a mare and an easily flared nostril for the smell of heat. Now Isopia has erased him from her memory, he no longer has the lingering sense of guilt every time he indulges, even if such indulgences are less than in his younger days. Despite this newfound control of himself, Volterra finds himself heading towards the scent. His massive limbs carry the great black bulk of his body through the Heart Caves, colossal hooves clattering on the stone ground beneath them as he wanders idly towards the source. When he finally reaches it, he finds that it comes from a very familiar mare - Vitani. He offers her his version of a warm smile, ears cocked forwards and nostrils desperately trying not to inhale too deeply. "Vitani," he rumbles in greeting, his thunderous voice echoing back at him from the cave walls. "What brings you down here?" He has a feeling that he knows - undoubtedly to hide from the unwanted attentions of men like him. HEROES ALWAYS GET REMEMBERED BUT YOU KNOW LEGENDS NEVER DIE |
@Vitani
[ 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 ]
