Solanis
WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE YOUNG MAN'S HEART? SWALLOWED BY PAIN AS HE SLOWLY FELL APART He can almost feel the golem being squeezed between those hideous claws, and he knows that within seconds, cracks will start to appear across the fragile stone surface. Any tighter, and it will crumble to dust. Volterra's teeth are clenched with concern, his eyes locked on the doll and every muscle quivering with intent. If this creature does crush the golem, then one thing's for sure - it won't be leaving this place alive. If there's one thing Volterra does better than getting his own way through any means necessary, it's gaining revenge when he fails to do so. Then, something seems to halt the demon, and the creature looks between Volterra and the golem with a most unnerving expression in its eye. It places the doll on the ground and for a moment relief surges through the stallion as he thinks that the creature's game is finally up, only to have the beast's fetid claws encase its prize in a sharp, sturdy cage. Volterra's jaws set in a growl - he does not like being this powerless. He does not like having to give in to this creature's wishes, simply because it has hold of something that he can't stand to lose. It would be so much easier for him to rampage forwards, mulch the creature into pulp with his hooves, then snatch the golem from the shattered remains of those hideous hands. Oh, that's what he wants to do, but something tells him not to. It's obvious that this thing is not one of the Rift's dumb, senseless beasts, all animal instinct and corrupted rage - it clearly has some element of sentience, and certainly has a taste for cruelty. Its question bids the leviathan to snarl audibly, growing more irritated and concerned with every passing moment. Each muscle twitches with stored energy, and his ears are laced so far back they're almost invisible. There is not a chance that he is going to tell this foul forest-demon what the statue means to him. Not least because Volterra is not a wordsmith, and could not adequately portray everything that Isopia was and is to him. He can't articulate how much that doll means to him, and how losing it would be almost like losing her all over again. Maybe humouring the demon is the key to getting it back, though, so through clenched teeth the monolith speaks. "It represents somebody I lost, somebody I...." He trails off, the words snagging in his throat like thorns. "You wouldn't understand," he growls, punctuating his point with the angry stomp of a hoof. |
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