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[OPEN] sitting next to you [Basin Festival Invitations]

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
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ONLY GOD CAN JUDGE ME NOW

It is a surprise to find Basiners upon their threshold. Having only recently visited the frozen north in order to solidify their relations, Volterra cannot think of anything so urgent that it would require another meeting between their herds. It's curiosity more than anything that draws him across his lands and towards the cry that beams through the heavens, his strong stride carrying him swiftly at a heavy canter across the sand. When he first came here, maintaining such a pace across the soft shifting grains below his massive feet would have exhausted him; now, there's hardly a bead of sweat upon his thick black skin as he makes his way towards the gathering.

When the ground gives way to air, Volterra trusts the key strung in his mane to create wings that carry him across the vast ocean. When he first joined and obtained his own key, the stallion had been rather wary about jumping into nothing but sky and having to trust a magical object to stop him from crashing down into a watery grave, but now it's second nature for him to sprout his wings of fire and soar like a bird across the sea. He wouldn't say he enjoys these journeys, but he's long since learned not to look down.

The leviathan lands with an elegance that doesn't quite fit with his great size and bulk, but it would have been dreadfully embarrassing to fall on his face in front of Rikyn ahd his lovely lady companion. Ampere is already here, and he flashes her his usual wolfish grin of greeting before glancing between the Lord (damn, it feels strange to think of the Puppeteer as a Lord) and the very attractive mare at his side. He's seen her during mass gatherings, but couldn't put a name to her deeply alluring face. "Seeing you twice in a couple of weeks, Rikyn - why, the Gods have blessed me.” There's a languid, open grin on his handsome features and enough easy sarcasm in his voice to tell the golden-marked unicorn that he's only jesting.



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[ 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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RE: sitting next to you [Basin Festival Invitations] - by Volterra - 05-08-2017, 03:26 PM

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