The Portal
05-03-2018, 12:32 AM
Roscorro
The colorful man proved to have an equally colorful mouth as he aggressively advanced on the dark colored stallion. Then he was suddenly directing the fury at him. Roscorro had not been spoken to in such a way since coming to the Rift. It was rather surprising. He almost wanted to laugh at the way his own ears shot forward at the abrasive words. The dragon within him roared, straining against its chains to get out. To rip out the man’s throat for accusing him of being a coward. But Roscorro was ready for it, this time. He held it back. Like with every unpleasant thing within him, he masterfully hid the bloodlust, the turmoil behind an easy smile. His own fangs were on full display. Ryder wasn’t the only predator here.
He normally did not hide his emotions, but he was a master at it. Having learned to hide what hurt him from his parents. Fore if they knew how much something hurt, they would drive the blade deeper. He had learn to not bat a lash when his friends were dragged before him and beaten (for the gods prevented them from harming him physically). Though he wanted nothing more than to scream for them to stop. To beg and break. He couldn’t. If he did they would suffer more. The harsh treatment of those he had cared for went on for sometime, before it suddenly stopped. To this day he did not know why. He still held the mental scars. The lessons they taught him.
He learned to take the harsh words, the degrading slander, and let it fall off his shoulder like rainwater. They were but words, and nothing more. With his freedom gained when banished, he had also grown more determined. More rebellious and fierce as he had found that he could fight back now. Could defend his friends in this world with his claws and fangs. No one was holding him back now, and he’d never see another of his family harmed again!
He did not stay where he was, like he had been commanded. He calmly, purposefully moved forward to stand closer to Rico. Like the smaller stallion, he had come to the conclusion that if the other attacked him, he would be in trouble. But then again, magic was a great way to level the field. A giant, spike monster standing next to him was also a good deterrent from charging the rust and black colored man. He stayed silent as Rico spoke, asking the question he wanted to say. But in a much more swear filled way than he would have.He had no idea the rift had the power to change other things into horses. This was a cool discovery. Though he was sure the captain would not share his sentiments.
Unlike Rico, Rosco's posture was confident, it never changed, he would not back down from a fight if attacked. But it was clear he was not seeking a battle today, merely responding with a quiet firmness to the other’s aggression. He was ready. But other than the furious words and aggressive body gestures, the other made no move to attack. Rather, he tried to control himself. And soon was asking for help in find someone. Roscorro was intrigued by the idea of a pirate. The attitude, the language was interesting. Then again Rico had a rather enthusiastic vocabulary as well as an attitude. The anger, and posture, it made no mark on The Dragonheart. It made sense, really.
He had faced gods and terrifying monsters, looking them in the eye with a calmness that should not be there. A calm before battle. A clarity that sharpened his mind and body. Now, a bloodlust and desire to tear through the battlefield like a death-scythe accompanied this calm. A disturbing appetite that terrified the Crown. He wished to be rid if this desire! But if he could not destroy it, perhaps he could one day use it to defend his herd? But would they be mortified when they saw the true monster he was?
So many what ifs. He would get there when he got there. For now he focused on the new man who had lost someone dear to him. Naturally, Rosco’s heart went out to him. He stepped forward, a talon tipped foot extending in a passive gesture before he would fall in line with Rico. “I have not seen anyone else enter this world, yet." He then added in a hurry. "But that does not mean the Rift has not taken them as well. Time does not work the same within the portal. What is their name? Perhaps they somehow came through before you and we have met them?”
“I am Roscorro the Dragon Heart.” He felt so strange, offering such a title. He left out the fact that he was the Crown of the Kingdom of Halyven. Adding that it would have taken one whole breathe to say it all. And he had large lungs! "Were you both together when you were taken into the rift?" He had every intention of helping Ryder. But first he needed more information on this person. He lowered his head, his spine glinting in the dim light like fiery swords.
“Is there anywhere they might naturally seek out? You said you are a captain, would they search for the sea in hopes of finding you there?” They needed information, and Roscorro was determined to get as much as he would give. If the sea was what they would gravitate towards, it would be a good place to set up base and wait. They could even form some sort of area that would alert this person to the captain’s presence on the land and give them hope and a sign they were in the right place.
His mind was whirling with ideas. As well as question about the sea from the old seadog that now stood before them. He would make sure Ryder found his family again, for family was the most precious thing in the world.
talk talk talk talk
He normally did not hide his emotions, but he was a master at it. Having learned to hide what hurt him from his parents. Fore if they knew how much something hurt, they would drive the blade deeper. He had learn to not bat a lash when his friends were dragged before him and beaten (for the gods prevented them from harming him physically). Though he wanted nothing more than to scream for them to stop. To beg and break. He couldn’t. If he did they would suffer more. The harsh treatment of those he had cared for went on for sometime, before it suddenly stopped. To this day he did not know why. He still held the mental scars. The lessons they taught him.
He learned to take the harsh words, the degrading slander, and let it fall off his shoulder like rainwater. They were but words, and nothing more. With his freedom gained when banished, he had also grown more determined. More rebellious and fierce as he had found that he could fight back now. Could defend his friends in this world with his claws and fangs. No one was holding him back now, and he’d never see another of his family harmed again!
He did not stay where he was, like he had been commanded. He calmly, purposefully moved forward to stand closer to Rico. Like the smaller stallion, he had come to the conclusion that if the other attacked him, he would be in trouble. But then again, magic was a great way to level the field. A giant, spike monster standing next to him was also a good deterrent from charging the rust and black colored man. He stayed silent as Rico spoke, asking the question he wanted to say. But in a much more swear filled way than he would have.He had no idea the rift had the power to change other things into horses. This was a cool discovery. Though he was sure the captain would not share his sentiments.
Unlike Rico, Rosco's posture was confident, it never changed, he would not back down from a fight if attacked. But it was clear he was not seeking a battle today, merely responding with a quiet firmness to the other’s aggression. He was ready. But other than the furious words and aggressive body gestures, the other made no move to attack. Rather, he tried to control himself. And soon was asking for help in find someone. Roscorro was intrigued by the idea of a pirate. The attitude, the language was interesting. Then again Rico had a rather enthusiastic vocabulary as well as an attitude. The anger, and posture, it made no mark on The Dragonheart. It made sense, really.
He had faced gods and terrifying monsters, looking them in the eye with a calmness that should not be there. A calm before battle. A clarity that sharpened his mind and body. Now, a bloodlust and desire to tear through the battlefield like a death-scythe accompanied this calm. A disturbing appetite that terrified the Crown. He wished to be rid if this desire! But if he could not destroy it, perhaps he could one day use it to defend his herd? But would they be mortified when they saw the true monster he was?
So many what ifs. He would get there when he got there. For now he focused on the new man who had lost someone dear to him. Naturally, Rosco’s heart went out to him. He stepped forward, a talon tipped foot extending in a passive gesture before he would fall in line with Rico. “I have not seen anyone else enter this world, yet." He then added in a hurry. "But that does not mean the Rift has not taken them as well. Time does not work the same within the portal. What is their name? Perhaps they somehow came through before you and we have met them?”
“I am Roscorro the Dragon Heart.” He felt so strange, offering such a title. He left out the fact that he was the Crown of the Kingdom of Halyven. Adding that it would have taken one whole breathe to say it all. And he had large lungs! "Were you both together when you were taken into the rift?" He had every intention of helping Ryder. But first he needed more information on this person. He lowered his head, his spine glinting in the dim light like fiery swords.
“Is there anywhere they might naturally seek out? You said you are a captain, would they search for the sea in hopes of finding you there?” They needed information, and Roscorro was determined to get as much as he would give. If the sea was what they would gravitate towards, it would be a good place to set up base and wait. They could even form some sort of area that would alert this person to the captain’s presence on the land and give them hope and a sign they were in the right place.
His mind was whirling with ideas. As well as question about the sea from the old seadog that now stood before them. He would make sure Ryder found his family again, for family was the most precious thing in the world.
talk talk talk talk
In your hands, there's a touch that can heal
But in those same hands, is the power to kill
Are you a man, or a monster?
But in those same hands, is the power to kill
Are you a man, or a monster?
You have my permission to use magic/force against Roscorro.
Maiming and killing is not allowed, though.
Maiming and killing is not allowed, though.
