Green Labyrinth
A protective father is never far from his offspring's side. Admittedly for Volterra, with more offspring than most, the task is a difficult one, but it is one he accomplishes with aplomb. It is as though he has a sixth sense for a child in need, and he emerges through the crowd like a hulking black mass of malice and muscle, moving towards Otem's side. Kaos has summoned them again, rewarding them with new lands to explore - Volterra wonders how many fools will fall for his charade this time, because he is certainly not one of them. After all, a farmer may reward his sheep with a new field from time to time, more space to roam and reproduce, but it will not stop them from their inexorable path to the slaughterhouse. Vadir rises high on his back, hissing at anybody who comes near. Despite the Rift taking her red brother, her flame, and sometimes her ability to speak to Volterra from her, she has received one advantageous boon from this corrupted land - she's grown even bigger, to such an extent that there's barely any room on his back when she's sprawled across it. The Indomitable and his golden queen arrive alongside Otem, a protective onyx statue at her side. He stares immediately at the stallion who is addressing the children, catching just enough of their conversation to ascertain what it is about. "Be careful with your assumptions that these children are not protected. My daughter has all of the protection she will ever need, and then some." His crimson stare bores defiantly into Azarel's own, drawing himself up to his full and superior height and bulk as he stares down at the older male. His golden queen mimics his movement, elevating her massive form and swinging her scythed tail with a loud, thunderous hiss to punctuate her bonded's point. |
@Otem @Azarel
