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ONE, TWO, THREE AND FOUR
THE DEVIL'S KNOCKING AT YOUR DOOR The beast's great rumble of a voice heralds his appearance, his head inclined in respect to the fiery deity. "Diviner." Maren receives a nod of the white-splashed head too, grateful that she'd had the foresight to summon the God. The Sun God's words about Kaos do not escape the stallion's notice; there's a grim expression on his face as he realises quite how worried all the Gods seem to be about Kaos, with the apparent exception of the Goddess. "We will stand strong against his threat, Sun God. It will take more than one manipulative false God to bring down the Dragon's Throat." There's conviction and strength in his voice as he speaks, his thick chest thrust forcefully out to lend emphasis to his words. He glances around for Ampere, who he is sure will be here by now. "With regards to our home, it seems that our status as an island lends us great protection from living threats, but less protection from the dual dangers of time and the elements. We fear that the Throat will not last forever - that if given enough time, the tides could erode it fully." When Volterra joined the Throat, he'd have given nary a fuck about the loss of the island, yet now he's physically and emotionally bound to it, losing it would be like losing a friend, a lover, a child. "We seek your counsel on how we can reinforce our home and ensure that it outlasts us all." He glances between the gathered horses before looking back to the Sun God, hope flaring in his heart at the idea there may be something they can do. |
[ 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 ]
