dragonfire

Roscorro

The dragon-kin had never seen a living being that shared his blood before. Never witnessed the power and might of a full fledged dragon as it demolished an entire forest that lay before it. All to get to one horse. Neither mare nor dragon took note of his presence as they barreled through the forest, leaving the stallion a moment to gawk at the staggering form of the female dragon. The first of his pureblooded kind that he had ever seen. The blood within him stirred, heated as the voice within him gave a hiss. Not a purr of pleasure at seeing its own kind, and a female to boot. But a guttural sound of discussed upon seeing the corrupted form of its regal kinsman.

The stallion paid the presence no mind as he launched his form forward, his massive body reaching full speed within a handful of strides. He did not hear it egg him on, telling him to tear down the corrupted insult to his race and render her no more than a broken body upon the earth. He only heard the blood pounding in his ears as he rushed to the aid of the valiant mare. Neither one noticed him still. His bulk plowing through the growth much like the dragon before him, smoke streaming off of him as fire seemed to consume his very being. His cloak and armor were devoured by the smoke and flame as the fury of battle overtook him until he took on the appearance of a fiery hell-cloud in the shape his tribrid visage.

He cared no how large the dragoness was, only that he needed to help his fellow horse as he charged towards the battle. A terrible, mutated cry escaped the stallion's lips a second before he attempted to ram into his target. A mangle mash up of a horse's scream and draconic roar. If he connected he would slam into the side of the dragon queen, just below where her ribcage ended. His large horns and spines brandished to try and pierce her tender underbelly as he drove further with his shoulder to attempt to throw her off balance with his surprise. With the force he had just slammed her with, he had to have at least knocked the breath out of the female, perhaps long enough to allow the mare to make a get away.

At least he would have gotten the dragon's attention before unfurling his massive wings and leaping away with a powerful downward thrust. He had no desire to be so close to those teeth or claws. His own talons ripped deep gouges in the earth as he landed upon the ground out of reach of those fangs, the force of his leap back sending him sliding to a halt in the soft soil. His tail thrashed angrily, brandishing the mace upon its tip as the smoke and flame that had consumed his body temporally dissipated to reveal his true form.

Canines bared, ears pinned back the stallion struck a menacing figure as he challenged the dragoness who dwarfed even his massive frame with her bulk. His heart slammed against his ribcage as the fuel of battle pounded through his veins, instilling a terrifying calm and clearness of mind upon the brute as he stared his opponent down. Had anyone that known the peaceful Clydesdale seen him striking such a fierce figure, they would be quite shocked to feel the serious fury that flowed off of him like the thick smoke that billowed around him. Determined to protect the mare, he had dawned a completely different side of himself as he tried to appear every bit as threatening as the dragon. His friends might have thought it rather comical in the end, him being fierce and menacing, if he lived long enough to tell the tale.


talk talk talk talk

In your hands, there's a touch that can heal
But in those same hands, is the power to kill
Are you a man, or a monster?

image by Tech

@Oizys

ooc: Rosco plowed into the side of the dragon, just below the ribcage to try and drive her off balance and force the air out of her lungs. He is enveloped in flame and smoke due to his vanity magic that takes effect when he is angered. So he appears to be a ragging cloud of flame and smoke in the form of the spikey, dragon-horse that he is.