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OH, MY EYES ARE SEEING RED DOUBLE VISION FROM THE BLOOD WE'VE SHED She repeats the word, and he grins somewhat sheepishly. "It means volcano. Apt, no?" He glances again to the now-crusting lava emitting from the newborn colt. As the boy then parrots the word too, Volterra's grin widens and he presses himself even closer to the Mountain at his side. The mare adds an anecdote, and Volterra looks at her curiously. She's always seemed to have a thing about names, as evidenced by the fact she'd refused to tell him her own and had commented upon Vérzés's during their very first conversation. The Indomitable himself has never really thought about such things - his father gave him his name, adding to a long family tradition of similar ones, and he'd quickly grown to love it. Imagine, though, if his sire had decided to call him Fluffy, and he'd had to live with that forever. Maybe Isopia is right - maybe the foals should be free to choose their own name, rather than being condemned to something by the whim of a parent. "I didn't know that." Not for the first time, he's reminded that he has never actually met the giantess' mother, this woman who the Earth God saw fit to take to his bed. She must be a remarkable creature. As Isopia invites the children to pick their own names, the lava-colt repeats Vulkán once again. The monolithic stallion chuckles. "I think he's chosen his," he remarks, pleased. His gaze lingers on the foals as they begin to stand, together, and he's torn between admiring their teamwork and wishing they'd have achieved the feat alone rather than relying on their sibling. Nymeria's face floats in front of his eyes, reminding him that one can never fully rely on a twin. Strange footsteps set the beast on guard, and his ears flatten whilst his muscles bulk fearsomely outwards. He quickly relaxes whe he sees that it's Astarot, however, and snorts in greeting to his son whilst returning to Isopia's side to offer his shoulder once again. "Ah, Astarot! Meet your new siblings, Vulkán and....?" He glances quizzically down at the filly, his expression open in an invitation for her to insert her own choice if she's capable of doing so. |
[ 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 ]
