DRAGON'S THROAT! He would recognise that authoratative boom of a voice anywhere, and it sends a prickle of fire up his spine. If the Sun God is calling the herd together then it must be important, although it makes the black giant wonder why it isn't Aithniel's summons ringing in his ears instead. He has not seen the Inquisitor around as much as he would have liked, but he still has faith in her abilities. He serves loyally in whatever way he can, marshalling the warriors and organising their spars, popping to the Threshold whenever he gets a chance...and all the time, the threat of Kaos hangs over their head like the reaper's blade.

Multiple visits to the Spectral Marsh by the onyx titan have turned up no information, despite spending many hours trying to unearth clues that may help them defeat the creature. Kaos must have a weakness, Volterra is sure of it. Finding it, however, will be a damn sight harder then simply acknowledging it, and he wonders if the Sun God is calling with advice for them regarding the bone monster's master.

The goliath shakes his mane to clear it of the twigs and sand that have accumulated in it during his last luxurious roll in the Throat's dust. Vadir helps pluck a few errant strands from the tangled black mass, and the stallion grunts a thanks to his golden dragon. Vérzés glides lazily along behind his bonded and his royal sister as they make their way towards the Sun God's call, neither dragon wanting to miss out on an opportunity to meet the patron deity of this land. Volterra has only met him once, when he revealed that he was Tyrath's grandfather and thus Aithniel's father, something which had shaken the Indomitable to his very core. His masculine pride basks in the fact that he has bedded two (and a half) demi goddesses, but his sense of logic ensures that he doesn't broadcast the fact. No, as pleasing a notion as it is, it's one best kept to himself, and he hopes the Sun will have witnessed the way he has brought Tyrath up from gangly colt to powerful young stallion. Volterra chooses to focus on being a good father to his tribrid son, rather than congratulating himself for siring him with the royal-blooded Aithniel in the first place.

The Gladiator arrives promptly to the meeting, offering courteous nods to the rest of the gathered herd. His attention then turns to the Sun God, stood there in all his flaming glory; Vadir, who hadn't met the great fire-lord last time, scans him approvingly and even goes so far as to lick her scaled lips with avaricious delight. "He magnificent," she croons into her bonded's head, tilting her own horned skull so she can scrutinise the Sun from every angle. "He create fire itself. Maybe he should be your God instead of Mountain-Father?" Volterra gives his dragon a wry mental smile. He has a great deal of admiration and deference for this impala-horned beast and he is certainly his second favourite God, but he would not betray his utter faith in Father Earth so easily. "Sun God," he greets in his deep growl of a voice, his head dipping again in a gesture of respect towards the deity.