Green Labyrinth
12-31-2017, 08:02 AM
It did seem as though the stallion was smarter than he lead on to be. While the Metus still didn’t have quite a good grasp on where exactly the Clydesdale creature dwelled, he got a rather brilliant surprise. His teeth churned on a continuous strum as he silently waited, his clawed hands flexing at the ready as a stone spiraled strangely toward his direction. Immediately his attention went toward it, unable to see what it was. Yet, he knew the smell was blood.
And oh, it smelled so sweet.
If the Metus could have smirked, he would have, his long snout and tongue lashing out silently to taste the metallic sheen along the rock tossed toward him. Oh yes, this would work. As Roscorro approached deeper into the Magnus Metus’ den, the pale deadly creature strained his nose toward the opening as Roscorro pressed through, unable to see or scent – thanks to the overwhelming smell of his blood coating his senses. Curious, the Metus stepped out of the inky black of his home, slowly at first before lunging in where he thought Roscorro’s direction would be, swiping out toward him with those razor sharp claws.
And oh, it smelled so sweet.
If the Metus could have smirked, he would have, his long snout and tongue lashing out silently to taste the metallic sheen along the rock tossed toward him. Oh yes, this would work. As Roscorro approached deeper into the Magnus Metus’ den, the pale deadly creature strained his nose toward the opening as Roscorro pressed through, unable to see or scent – thanks to the overwhelming smell of his blood coating his senses. Curious, the Metus stepped out of the inky black of his home, slowly at first before lunging in where he thought Roscorro’s direction would be, swiping out toward him with those razor sharp claws.
the Rift
@Roscorro Oooh! The Metus thinks he knows where Roscorro is to strike. You can decide if he indeed hits Roscorro as well as how much damage is done if you do choose that route, or have him miss!
