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He limps from the bushes, slightly bedraggled and sweating but with a distinct glint of satisfaction in his crimson gaze. Ah, that had been delightful! Perhaps sparring his first partner when he had others to meet was not the wisest decision he's ever made, but damn, it was totally worth it. The leviathan's aching, post-battle limbs feel heavy and leaden as he moves back into the centre of the Grove and the gaggle of courting couples, his left shoulder bleeding profusely and leaving a trail of crimson behind him. The alcohol in his system has helped to numb it slightly, but he can still feel the sting of the chilly evening air. Volterra isn't the sort of man to let that stop him, however. There's a suave smile in place as he approaches his second pairing, the gorgeous Tiamat who he has met in the Threshold but never directly spoken to. She stands out from the crowd with her blue fur and the stallion directs his uneven, hobbling stride towards her. "Tiamat," he rumbles in greeting, his voice a husky growl as he slows to a halt. He took a quick dip in the lake to wash off the sweat and grime from his spar with Aelfwine, but he is still clearly a man fresh off the battlefield - his muscles still thrum with pent-up energy, and whilst his tiredness is clear to see, it doesn't take the edge off his aura of strength and dominance. "The organisers of this event have truly smiled upon me," he says with a devious, wolfish grin. Pain momentarily flashes across his face as his movements jar his torn shoulder, but he swiftly replaces it with the grin. HEROES ALWAYS GET REMEMBERED BUT YOU KNOW LEGENDS NEVER DIE |
VAGUEY VAGUE on his injuries and the outcome but he does have a biiiig cut to his left shoulder ;D @Tiamat
[ 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 ]
