Rainforest Cliffs
02-01-2018, 11:26 PM
Roscorro
His melody came to an abrupt halt when a body tumbled before his feet. He looked down in surprise, ears perked forward. He took a step back, wings raising to make himself look bigger. His gaze met that of the young one's. Storm colored eyes looked at the colt that wriggled before him in confusion. Where had he come from? Then concern flashed across his face. Where was his mother? Lowering his wings he looked about for the mother before focusing on the lad once more.
"Are you alright?" He asked, his voice drifting softly down to the littler horse. If he paid attention he would know from the sound of the Clydesdale's voice that he had been the singer that the lad had been hunting for. Unlike any foal he had encountered in this word, which were the only foals he had ever encountered, the boy did not cry out in fright or try to run. Instead he uttered a single word on an unused voice.
"Big."
The stallion chuckled, the rumbling within his chest like unto distant thunder. "That, I am." He replied in amusement. The boy was soon on his feet again, but not before he spotted his odd forelegs. But instead of being afraid, he was excited and moved forward to investigate. Another chuckled shook the wanderer's sides as a warm smile brightened his features. He lifted a paw, holding the palm upward so he could further investigate the odd limbs. He did not mind that the child had come so close, happy to let him investigate. Very few were so fascinated by his looks, let alone thrilled to happen upon an oddity such as he. "Hello Little One, where did you come from?" He greeted, his tone as warm as sunshine. Arching his neck he made to ruffle the child's forelock with his soft lips, snorting softly in a teasing manner.
He also would take the time to look for any injuries that may have been inflicted by the tumble he had took. So far the colt seem perfectly fine. He was relieved, though concerned. This was the third child he had found without parent or guardian. He certainly had a strange ability to locate and attract young ones. Which he was fine with. He adored the little things and their innocence. Though he had had no contact with such young horses before coming here, he found that he was at ease with them.
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"Are you alright?" He asked, his voice drifting softly down to the littler horse. If he paid attention he would know from the sound of the Clydesdale's voice that he had been the singer that the lad had been hunting for. Unlike any foal he had encountered in this word, which were the only foals he had ever encountered, the boy did not cry out in fright or try to run. Instead he uttered a single word on an unused voice.
"Big."
The stallion chuckled, the rumbling within his chest like unto distant thunder. "That, I am." He replied in amusement. The boy was soon on his feet again, but not before he spotted his odd forelegs. But instead of being afraid, he was excited and moved forward to investigate. Another chuckled shook the wanderer's sides as a warm smile brightened his features. He lifted a paw, holding the palm upward so he could further investigate the odd limbs. He did not mind that the child had come so close, happy to let him investigate. Very few were so fascinated by his looks, let alone thrilled to happen upon an oddity such as he. "Hello Little One, where did you come from?" He greeted, his tone as warm as sunshine. Arching his neck he made to ruffle the child's forelock with his soft lips, snorting softly in a teasing manner.
He also would take the time to look for any injuries that may have been inflicted by the tumble he had took. So far the colt seem perfectly fine. He was relieved, though concerned. This was the third child he had found without parent or guardian. He certainly had a strange ability to locate and attract young ones. Which he was fine with. He adored the little things and their innocence. Though he had had no contact with such young horses before coming here, he found that he was at ease with them.
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You Can be king again
@Vynter
ooc: So cute!
You have my permission to use magic/force against Roscorro.
Maiming and killing is not allowed, though.
Maiming and killing is not allowed, though.
