Scint River
HE SAYS "OH BABY GIRL, DON'T GET CUT ON MY EDGES I'M THE KING OF EVERYTHING AND MY TONGUE IS A WEAPON" His attention is snatched by Otem as she addresses him directly. She flares her wings to display dapples that glow and dance against her earth-hued fur, and Volterra's eyes follow each subtle pulse with evident interest. "Beautiful," he rumbles, although truthfully he sees little use in magic that does not serve a purpose offensively. The glowing dapples certainly add to his daughter's already natural beauty, however - with a wry smile he wonders how long it will be before he's glaring menacingly at the legions of amorous colts that will surely pursue her. "How did you get those?" So far, he's not known the Rift bestow anything pleasant on anyone - his black, acidic saliva and corrupted golems are testament to that. Varuna submits to his urgings, and he's grateful for this fact as he nudges the boy safely away from the bonelights. As much as he wishes he could stomp across every last one simply to spite the false God that took so much from him, he knows he must resist the urge. It's hard, as impulse control has never been Volterra's strong suit, but the faces of his children swim before his eyes each time he even contemplates giving into temptation. Seeing the glimmer of shed tears on the colt's face, the Indomitable unleashes a heavy sigh and tries to coil his neck reassuringly against the boy's sparrowlike little body. There is a certain irony to the fact that Volterra, who once shunned the responsibilities of fatherhood like the plague, has suddenly found himself acting as both father and mother to most of his offspring. He is not so good at the latter, as he's never been the best at offering comfort or reassurance - he prefers stern words and inspirational speeches, but he's doing his level best to fufill the roles he's been set. Just another thing Kaos foisted upon him when he took the lives of so many in Helovia. |
@Otem @Varuna
