The Pinnacle
Roscorro
The large stallion was rather late to the party. In fact, he hadn't the slightest idea why everyone was gathering around here. He only knew that a familiar voice had called out to him. So he came. He stood on the outskirts of the group, quietly watching and listening as he attempted to figure out what was going on. A golden mare was speaking and he listened intently to what she had to say. His head cocked in curiosity. Meetings. Gatherings.
Were they trying to form some sort of group? There were too few of them to call this a proper herd. But it was clear they were trying to form some form of allied group. But what was it all for? His gaze drifted toward Kiada and he smiled, happy to see her as well as Otem. He was unfamiliar with the others, though the shinning orbs of hope that floated near each one was very familiar. Still unsure of what was happening Roscorro remained silent.
That wasn't hard, he still could not speak after his last encounter with the Rift. He'd wait to draw attention to himself when he had all of the facts. Though with his size and formidable appearance, it never took very long for someone to notice him. He only hoped that they wouldn't ask him to leave or cause a scene. He didn't want this meeting interrupted. He wanted to learn more! Was this even a thing he wanted to get involved in? The idea of having a small bunch of allies to rely upon appealed to the monstrous tribrid. A semblance of a home or safe place to return to with people who actually wanted him. The thought was too good to be true. But one could dream.
He perked his ears forward hopefully, eager to learn more about this potential gathering place and its purpose. For once the stallion had a purpose of his own. To spread his little light around the world. If these equine were gathered here for that same reason, then maybe he could make some new friends along the way. Maybe he could find a home?
talk talk talk
Were they trying to form some sort of group? There were too few of them to call this a proper herd. But it was clear they were trying to form some form of allied group. But what was it all for? His gaze drifted toward Kiada and he smiled, happy to see her as well as Otem. He was unfamiliar with the others, though the shinning orbs of hope that floated near each one was very familiar. Still unsure of what was happening Roscorro remained silent.
That wasn't hard, he still could not speak after his last encounter with the Rift. He'd wait to draw attention to himself when he had all of the facts. Though with his size and formidable appearance, it never took very long for someone to notice him. He only hoped that they wouldn't ask him to leave or cause a scene. He didn't want this meeting interrupted. He wanted to learn more! Was this even a thing he wanted to get involved in? The idea of having a small bunch of allies to rely upon appealed to the monstrous tribrid. A semblance of a home or safe place to return to with people who actually wanted him. The thought was too good to be true. But one could dream.
He perked his ears forward hopefully, eager to learn more about this potential gathering place and its purpose. For once the stallion had a purpose of his own. To spread his little light around the world. If these equine were gathered here for that same reason, then maybe he could make some new friends along the way. Maybe he could find a home?
talk talk talk
You have my permission to use magic/force against Roscorro.
Maiming and killing is not allowed, though.
Maiming and killing is not allowed, though.
