The Last Leaf

ROSCORRO you and atlas are one and the same, my dear He glided along, surprisingly elegant and fluid for a creature of his size. His song came to a rather abrupt halt when the scent of another caressed his nose. He paused, ears flicking forward. He had only recently been thinking of how the herd needed more numbers. Perhaps this mare was in need of a home? Or the very least he could offer his aid. He emerged to find a pretty mare staring at him. She stuttered a hello and he flashed her a kind smile. His face lit up like the sun and he offered her a bow of greeting. "Greetings, my lady." He said, his smooth deep voice easily spanning the distance. "I am Roscorro, it is a pleasure to make your acquantence." He was ever polite, never coming closer unless invited. His beastly exterior was enough to put most people on edge. She certainly seemed nervous as she faces him. His features remained gentle as he watched her pretty form. Still slick with the waters she had bathed in. Her timid nature reminded him of Eira and he would not hold it against her if she bolted. Though he would be sad to see her go. Especially since he wouldn't be able to tell her of his home and the kind people that lived there. "Talk." cursed to hold a weight you can't bear and still standing not because you can — but because you have to

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ooc:Sorry this is bad. Writing from my phone.