Rainforest Cliffs
WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE YOUNG MAN'S HEART? SWALLOWED BY PAIN AS HE SLOWLY FELL APART The warlord's life has settled into something of a rhythm now. It is not a rhythm that he wants, but it is one that he accepts, at least until he acquires the power to do something about it. Each morning he rises and, for a few precious seconds whilst the sleep fades from his mind, he forgets what's happened. He lives for those few seconds, because they're the only time he can truly make himself believe that he's still in Helovia, ruler of the Throat, with Isopia at his side. Then, each time, his consciousness finally rouses itself and all hope is dashed from his heart. Each morning, the loose, lazy smile that he wakes up with is swiftly replaced with the permanent frown that now encroaches across his handsome features, and his sleep-bleary eyes quickly harden with the pain that burns inside. It's usually at this point that Vadir returns to him from wherever she's been hunting that night, and deigns to offer him comfort with the touch of her golden muzzle. The queen is not an affectionate creature, but even she can see how damaged her bonded truly is. Then, the Indomitable will seek out his children either in person or through Vadir, and ensure they are alive and well. The rest of his day will be spent either exploring, training his thick muscles, or looking for Vérzés, with the remainder of his time allotted for the likes of eating and sleeping. It is a mundane, repetitive life, but it is one that Volterra is doomed to until he can get himself established here and begin to work on ways to stop Kaos. It is early evening, and the air is muggy enough to induce a light sweat across the behemoth's massive frame. He's breathing heavily, his thick limbs braced against the ground and blood dripping from his mouth and hooves. Today has been spent reawakening his fighting muscles in a duel against what appeared to be a deer with carnivore's teeth, and his right shoulder bears a painful wound from the creature's savage weaponry. Volterra's own teeth are gritted as he forces himself into a small, shallow pool and uses his mouth and nose to bathe the deep cut with water, jaw set against the sting. Vadir is behind him on dry land, her long neck sunk deep into the deer's carcass and her forearms wrapped possessively around her meal. The bizarre hybrid creature attacked them, but Volterra quickly ensured that it was the last mistake it ever made. |
@Sabre
