Solanis
Roscorro
His grey eyes lit up when she admitted to knowing him and he beamed at her when she offered to help. "Thank you!" He said, his voice rumbling with happiness. He pranced in place with the excitement and eagerness to tell his little charge of the news, like an eager foal. They had someone else to help them in their search! One who actually knew of her father. "Gwyn will be delighted to hear that. She has been trying to keep her spirits up, but it can be hard sometimes."
This world was so big, so scary. And she was without her father. Not entirely alone, but lonely. As much was Roscorro tried to comfort her and keep her company, he would never replace her dad. He had never had a father that cared for him. He knew next to nothing about them. But to see light of sadness within her eyes when she thought about him made the stallion long for a similar relationship. But alas, he would never find such a thing in life. Perhaps one day he would sire his own children, though such a chance was slim to none. Maybe then he would feel this bond Gwyn shared with her father, though he would play the role of Rikyn.
Someone love you? Pah! That voice scoffed, forcing its way through the barrier the piece of hope had created. An ugly, no good monster of a horse that knows next to nothing about anything? I pity to mare and the horrors that would be created by that blasphemy. Roscorro stilled, obviously hurt by the voice's scathing remarks. He stepped back from Kiada, ears angle downward as he refused to meet her gaze. "I-I should go tell Gwyn the good news." He said, struggling to keep the cheer in his voice. Turn he made to leave, his soul heavy once more with the ache of the wound inflicted to his heart. How had he been so stupid to hope for such a thing? The voice was right, he'd never find that sort of love.
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This world was so big, so scary. And she was without her father. Not entirely alone, but lonely. As much was Roscorro tried to comfort her and keep her company, he would never replace her dad. He had never had a father that cared for him. He knew next to nothing about them. But to see light of sadness within her eyes when she thought about him made the stallion long for a similar relationship. But alas, he would never find such a thing in life. Perhaps one day he would sire his own children, though such a chance was slim to none. Maybe then he would feel this bond Gwyn shared with her father, though he would play the role of Rikyn.
Someone love you? Pah! That voice scoffed, forcing its way through the barrier the piece of hope had created. An ugly, no good monster of a horse that knows next to nothing about anything? I pity to mare and the horrors that would be created by that blasphemy. Roscorro stilled, obviously hurt by the voice's scathing remarks. He stepped back from Kiada, ears angle downward as he refused to meet her gaze. "I-I should go tell Gwyn the good news." He said, struggling to keep the cheer in his voice. Turn he made to leave, his soul heavy once more with the ache of the wound inflicted to his heart. How had he been so stupid to hope for such a thing? The voice was right, he'd never find that sort of love.
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You have my permission to use magic/force against Roscorro.
Maiming and killing is not allowed, though.
Maiming and killing is not allowed, though.
