Solanis
WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE YOUNG MAN'S HEART? SWALLOWED BY PAIN AS HE SLOWLY FELL APART He is caught unawares, his reflexes perhaps dulled by trauma and loss; before he can act, his golem is snatched away from him into the mutated hands of a creature from hell itself. It's a hideous conglomerate of cat, snake and deer, or so it seems to the titan's eyes as he whips around to face it. It wouldn't matter if the creature was the most beautiful thing on the planet, though - it's got hold of the Isopia-golem, and that's enough to make every hair on the titan's body stand on end as he makes a motion towards the demon. He stops himself mid-stride; any gesture of aggression and the creature could crush his golem like a twig in those disgusting dextrous hands, as the doll's fragile makeup is not strong enough to resist a full-force squeeze from anything larger than it. Its legs flail meekly in its assailant's grip, like an upturned spider. Reluctantly Volterra ceases his movement towards the thief, but his muscles ripple with tension underneath his skin and his ears are batted half-backwards, a clear gesture of danger. "Put that down," he commands in that thick baritone of his, utilising every inch of his natural authoritarian demeanour to try and frighten the hybrid into releasing its prize. Vadir glides slowly down until she's perched tightly upon her bonded's back with her wings half-spread to enhance her already formidable size; smoke issues from her nostrils in a gesture of intimidation, although she knows as well as Volterra that she no longer has any flame to go with it. They can only hope that their evident dual power will scare the thief into submission, although the stallion wishes, not for the first time, that they still had a little red brother to add his potent ferocity into the mix. Just another thing the Rift took from him. As if his home, his lover, his friends, his uncle and his dragon weren't enough, this hideous creature now has hold of the only thing he has left that ties him to Isopia. Sure, he could craft another one - if he didn't mind having the flesh seared from his body again - but he has grown attached to this one. Seeing it held in the demon's hands is almost as bad as if it had been Isopia herself in danger; except, unlike the golem, Isopia could have fought back. |
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