Glittering Irritation [O]

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ROSCORRO Her wavering voice drifted towards him as she declared that she was not alone. Yet the fear that shook her words suggested otherwise. Still the beast moved with caution, hoping to not only avoid startling her further or run into a trap, but also to reduce the amount of smoke that fell from his body with each movement. The vanity magic, though helpful in creating a more dramatic aura, did not help reduce his ghastly appearance. No, in this case it might serve to frighten this mare further. The tender hearted stallion never sought to frighten others, and it saddened him when the inevitable gasp of fear escaped the stranger's lips when she laid eyes upon him. He stopped, ensuring that she had a safe distance between them. His piece of hope bounced towards the mare as if excited to find another being. It hovered around her like a curious puppy greeting someone at the door. Upon discovering that she possessed her own piece of hope, Rosco's moved away from her to dance around her floating light. Seeming satisfied with its greeting it twirled away to bob beside Roscorro like a happy child that had made a friend. The giant gave a soft smile of amusement as he watched his new possession, ever careful to hide his fangs behind closed lips. In the light cast by both balls of hope, he had been able to easily make out the mare as she stood before him. Her pretty form decorated in the colors of autumn stood tense with fear. He did not recall seeing her at the gathering with Kisamoa. Though he had been more focused on the god, Gwyn, and Kiada at the time. Most of all Kiada. He had lost sight of her at the end of the meeting, though her words still echoed in his head. They gave him hope. Hope that the wounds he had caused could be mended. Though he had lost his voice shortly after and had yet to seek the fiery mare out due to this fact he was determined to make things right. But first he had to finish this trial and restore his voice. How could he apologize or explain himself if he could not utter a single word? His stormy gaze drifted away from the luminous ball to focus on the young mare. Her frightened question caused a small, sad smile to tug at his lips. Oh how he wished that he could answer her and ease her fears. It pained him to see such a young, beautiful creature so terrified of him. Instead of opening his mouth to reply he unfurled his wings. Slowly, as not to startle her, he brought their tips up to touch his throat. Motioning that he could not speak, before allowing them to rest at his side once more. But that did not answer her question. He grew thoughtful. Raising a paw he touched his chest before gesturing toward her, palm upward. I am an equine, like you. He thought. Though not nearly as pretty. He couldn't explain that he was a tribrid, a cursed monster that had no intention of harming her. Though his heart yearned to comfort her own, he could not. He only hoped that she would trust in the relaxed, nonthreatening way he held himself and the kindness that shone in his eyes. "Talk." But You Cannot Break My Hope! I'm Still Undefeated!

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