The Portal
The stallion was no stranger to the sensation of cold and darkness. His world had consisted of such dismal things for so long, so very long. When he stepped through the portal his parents had summoned, his talons biting into the frigid soil on the other side, he was neither surprised nor bothered by the icy blackness that greeted him. Disappointed, perhaps, but not surprised. His great head turned to survey his new home as his shoulders and mighty wings left his old world to join him in the new. Eyes, the color of an ocean storm, looked out upon this world with a calm acceptance not worn by many who found themselves unlucky enough to be dragged into this god forsaken world. But unlike many, he had willingly walked in. His rear hooves made quiet thuds against the leaf ridden earth, their immense size bearing the weight of the monster as he left home for the first and last time. With a final flick of his long, hairy, serpentine tail, the stallion was cut off from his homeland as the portal closed with a hiss.
He looked back where the entrance to another world had once been, a heavy sigh escaping his nostrils. he would miss those he had left behind. But their lives would be better without him. With a final shake of his mane Roscorro took stock of his situation. He had never been in the outside world before. Now he was not only outside of the walls of his prison, but in a world entirely unknown to him. The dragon blood within his veins seemed to pulsate with warmth, until his very flesh steamed in the frigid air, combating the bite of the cold. One good thing had come of his curse, he supposed. He savored the warmth for a moment, his eyes closing in pleasure. The moment was all too short as the wind sighed through the trees, toying with the charms in gems woven into his mane. Stretching out his wings the stallion decided it was best not to remain in one place for too long. And so, with a small spark of optimism, he took his first steps out into his brand new world. The best course of action would be to seek out shelter and a source of sustenance. If he could find himself an inhabitant of these lands willing to share their knowledge waiting for him in said shelter, he would be set. But life had a funny way of not turning out how you wanted it to. So instead of finding shelter, or a friendly native, he found his ears being assaulted by the threatening screams of a mare somewhere up ahead.
Slowing his pace Roscorro wove his way through the decaying trees. Smoke wafted off of his form before fading into the shadows, giving him the appearance of a phantom moving through the darkness. Using his long horn to brush aside some hanging, black moss, the great beast came into view of the lady who's voice had so menacingly threatened to kill another if they came closer. Or perhaps she was talking to him? Either way he took care not the come within range of her hooves and blade. Wings tucked at his side to make himself appear smaller, an impossible feat for a creature of his stature, the sire spoke. His smooth, soothing voice caried easily over the distance, though he had not bothered to raise it. "I hope that I am not the recipient of your threats." He gave a small dip of his head. "If I am, I do apologize for startling you. I have only just arrived within this world, and thought that I was alone." His gaze swept the areas around the white lady, finding nothing of report it returned to her. He took in her form with no more than was necessary to determine how much of a threat, or friend she may be. She certainly was a striking creature. A terrifying ghost or blessed angel, standing amid the blackness of this world. Which she happened to be had yet to be seen. After such an assessment, he simply watched her. Gauging her reaction. He would have offered her a friendly smile, had he not be afraid his large canines would give her more reason to be wary of him. He was enough of a monstrosity without throwing his terrible smile into the mix. Still, if this mare did not flee at the mere sight of him, he may have found a bit of light within this dank world. Or she could be the watcher of the gates of hell. He could never be certain. Either way he doubted he would be bored.
OOC:
It has been so long since I have written!
Items
Small trinkets in mane and tale, gems, charms, and other items.
Vanity Magic
When angered his body is wrapped in smoke and flame. A raging hellcloud takes the form of this terrible beast as he charges towards you.
With every movement smokes drifts off of his body giving him the appearance of a specter. The amount of smoke that billows off of his body is determined by the speed in which he travels.
Magic
His blood keeps him warm in the bitterest of cold, causing his skin to become hot to the touch. So hot in fact that if not controlled can burn the skin of others who touch him. If not in a situation that caused his blood to boil with a fighter's rage, he is the perfect cuddle buddy on cold nights. Our really anytime.
@Salomé
He looked back where the entrance to another world had once been, a heavy sigh escaping his nostrils. he would miss those he had left behind. But their lives would be better without him. With a final shake of his mane Roscorro took stock of his situation. He had never been in the outside world before. Now he was not only outside of the walls of his prison, but in a world entirely unknown to him. The dragon blood within his veins seemed to pulsate with warmth, until his very flesh steamed in the frigid air, combating the bite of the cold. One good thing had come of his curse, he supposed. He savored the warmth for a moment, his eyes closing in pleasure. The moment was all too short as the wind sighed through the trees, toying with the charms in gems woven into his mane. Stretching out his wings the stallion decided it was best not to remain in one place for too long. And so, with a small spark of optimism, he took his first steps out into his brand new world. The best course of action would be to seek out shelter and a source of sustenance. If he could find himself an inhabitant of these lands willing to share their knowledge waiting for him in said shelter, he would be set. But life had a funny way of not turning out how you wanted it to. So instead of finding shelter, or a friendly native, he found his ears being assaulted by the threatening screams of a mare somewhere up ahead.
Slowing his pace Roscorro wove his way through the decaying trees. Smoke wafted off of his form before fading into the shadows, giving him the appearance of a phantom moving through the darkness. Using his long horn to brush aside some hanging, black moss, the great beast came into view of the lady who's voice had so menacingly threatened to kill another if they came closer. Or perhaps she was talking to him? Either way he took care not the come within range of her hooves and blade. Wings tucked at his side to make himself appear smaller, an impossible feat for a creature of his stature, the sire spoke. His smooth, soothing voice caried easily over the distance, though he had not bothered to raise it. "I hope that I am not the recipient of your threats." He gave a small dip of his head. "If I am, I do apologize for startling you. I have only just arrived within this world, and thought that I was alone." His gaze swept the areas around the white lady, finding nothing of report it returned to her. He took in her form with no more than was necessary to determine how much of a threat, or friend she may be. She certainly was a striking creature. A terrifying ghost or blessed angel, standing amid the blackness of this world. Which she happened to be had yet to be seen. After such an assessment, he simply watched her. Gauging her reaction. He would have offered her a friendly smile, had he not be afraid his large canines would give her more reason to be wary of him. He was enough of a monstrosity without throwing his terrible smile into the mix. Still, if this mare did not flee at the mere sight of him, he may have found a bit of light within this dank world. Or she could be the watcher of the gates of hell. He could never be certain. Either way he doubted he would be bored.
OOC:
It has been so long since I have written!
Items
Small trinkets in mane and tale, gems, charms, and other items.
Vanity Magic
When angered his body is wrapped in smoke and flame. A raging hellcloud takes the form of this terrible beast as he charges towards you.
With every movement smokes drifts off of his body giving him the appearance of a specter. The amount of smoke that billows off of his body is determined by the speed in which he travels.
Magic
His blood keeps him warm in the bitterest of cold, causing his skin to become hot to the touch. So hot in fact that if not controlled can burn the skin of others who touch him. If not in a situation that caused his blood to boil with a fighter's rage, he is the perfect cuddle buddy on cold nights. Our really anytime.
@Salomé
You have my permission to use magic/force against Roscorro.
Maiming and killing is not allowed, though.
Maiming and killing is not allowed, though.
