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ROSCORRO He immerged from the darkness, a beast of smoke and spines. His leather armor shifting over his shoulders, the small spines imbedded into them for more ramming damage glinting dully. His heavy fur cloak silently moved as the creature beneath walked. A long, serpentine tail slithered out from beneath the cloak, covered in long hair and shone like silk. At its tip a mace was secured, a weapon of a warrior. He looked like a demon who fought in the ranks of hell. Smoke seeming to spill from his skin as he walked, like the dying coughs of hellfire. His massive wings added to his incredible bulk. When extended they enhanced the fearsome visage of a warrior. Fangs protruded from his upper lip, as sharp looking as the horns atop his head or the spikes down his spine. His forelegs were not equine, but reptilian. The powerful legs and hands of a dragon with claws designed to tear effortlessly through flesh, bore the weight of the stallion's large chest. He was an imposing beast. A monster born from nightmares. Yet those piercing grey eyes held no malice or bloodlust. But a gentleness. It was such a startling contrast between his outward appearance and inward light that a perceptive soul may find themselves doing a double take. Though most did not first see the kind light that shone in the tribrid's eyes, for they were too distracted by the monstrosity that was his outer shell. But the woman he was quietly walking towards did not notice his appearance, her eyes were closed as she leaned against a tree for support. The stench of her wounds was in the air, it had been what drew him to her. Vynter was there as well, having beaten him to this lone figure. He knew that his young friend would invade her personal space, and he did so as he began investigating her leg. Instead of try to dissuade the lad, he focused on the mare. "Hello, Miss. I'm sorry to intrude, but would it be alright if we saw to your wounds?" His magic came to the surface, warming the air about him, as he desired to heal her wounds just as much as Vynter. "It is dangerous to walk the lands of the rift with the scent of blood upon you, the creatures here are hungry and eager to test their powers against an injured horse." His last thought was on recruiting a herd member, though Vynter had certainly come with that purpose. He was more intent upon aiding the mare before anything found her in this weakened state. His fangs itched at the scent of blood and he kept it clamped firmly shut, to hide the salivation that seeped from his gums, as visions of sinking his fangs into her leg crept into the back of his mind. He closed his eyes, beating them back. These predatory feelings had grown stronger as of late. They reared their ugly head shortly after he had completed his trials. But he had no idea why. He hadn't received any sort of magic from the Rift, even though he had asked for the power to protect those he cared for. It was strange, he had never been refused a blessing after completing his end of the deal. Maybe he needed to be more specific? he would try again. Now that he had an entire herd to look after, he needed all the power he could get. less he become a burden to his herd. The large stallion returned to watching Vynter, hanging back at a respectful distance, but not too far to react should Lux return Vy's offer to help with hostility. "Talk." But You Cannot Break My Hope! I'm Still Undefeated!

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