Glittering Irritation [O]

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ROSCORRO A voice drifted to the stallion's ears from deeper within the mystical cave, interrupting his reverie. His gaze tore away from the fantastical world on the other side of the clear, cave wall towards the source of the noise. He opened his mouth to reply. Silence. He frowned when he remembered that he could no longer speak. He had no way of answering this stranger, so he simply opted to move closer. His steps were slow and cautious, taking care to make his progress known so as not to startle whom ever had called out to him. He was prepared for them to react in fear, none the less. He was a mash up of three different creatures, and not the prettiest thing to look at. Though he did not cut nearly as horrific a figure as Kisamoa, he was still intimidating. His own ball of hope floated quietly behind him, lighting upon the cave walls and casting Roscorro's menacing shadows further into the cave. Head cocking to one side he noticed the scary form that pressed on before him and stopped. He gave a frustrated click of his tongue and the orb moved before him. He cast a wary glance before him, worried that his carelessness may have frighten the owner of the voice. She had sounded young. He truly hoped he hadn't given her a fright. With his piece of hope now guiding the way he ventured forward a few more paces, rounding the bend in cautiously. Ears pricked forward in curiosity he followed his light as it shot towards the being within the cave. "Talk." But You Cannot Break My Hope! I'm Still Undefeated!

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