Rainforest Cliffs
His anger is a tempestous thing; it rages like a fire inside him, burning at his thoughts, scorching at his sanity. His thoughts are on a loop inside his head - Kaos killed Isopia. Kaos killed Aithniel. Kaos killed Ophelia. Kaos killed Ampere. Kaos killed Argen. Kaos destroyed the Throat. Kaos must die. Over and over again the warlord thrusts these words against the inside of his skull until they consume him, until he's ready to explode with the rage inside him.
So when the false God Kisamoa calls them, beckons them as though they are his to control, it is hard for Volterra to hold his temper in check. He wants to rip, tear, annihilate; he wants to rip apart this heathen and send the bloody pieces to Helovia to satisfy Isopia's spirit. He marches through the crowd with Vadir riding upon his haunches. He listens to the false God even as he burns inside. His attention shifts to Erthe, who is raging against Kisamoa as well; he slips to her side, lifting his lips to speak for her ears only. "We will destroy him one day, Erthë, I swear it. Not today, but one day." Volterra wants nothing more than to crush Kisamoa now, but he knows it would be impossible. He will bide his time, gather his strength, then strike. |
@Erthë
