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OH, MY EYES ARE SEEING RED DOUBLE VISION FROM THE BLOOD WE'VE SHED With her permission granted, Volterra loses no time in extending his muzzle to blow warm air in greeting towards each twin in turn. The smell of them is truly unique - damp, sand, youth, and pure Isopia-ness seems infused into each of them, and he softly tries to run his nose across both spindly young bodies, memorising every plane of them and committing it to memory. He leans closer to Isopia as he does so, offering one broad, muscular shoulder for her to lean on if she so chooses. For the first time he notices the succulents sprouting next to the girl-foal, and his eyes widen further in surprise. He's never had children whose magical abilities were so advanced at such a young age - even Tyrath, quick-bloomer, hadn't shifted into a dragon until later on. The Mountain's words bring the smile back to his face, realising that this is probably just a side-effect of their blessed God blood. "They are strong," he agrees, glancing proudly between each of them. If their powers are so advanced now, think what they will be like when they're older! He remembers how quickly Isopia had seemed to age, far outstripping the marginally older Volterra, and he wonders if this is a genetic quirk of hers too. Will he soon be looking up as his children instead of down? The boy makes a couple of failed attempts to stand, which is a relief - he'd began to worry that the children, for all their magical strength, might lack the primitive urge to feed from their dam. After his second tumble to the ground, the colt's horns begin to leak lava at the same time as his shoulder, and Volterra unleashes a small chuckle of approval. "He is a little vulkán," he says, the Hungarian word for volcano slipping easily from his tongue. Vadir cranes her neck from her perch in a nearby tree (fashionably away from Babel, whilst casting furtive and hungry glances at him when she thinks he isn't looking) to silently assess both children, whilst Vérzés hops merrily down towards them and waves a red paw at each. |
[ 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 ]
