The Portal
Roscorro
How ironic it was! One moment he was admiring Rixen's fine antlers, believe himself unable tp pull the look of. When the next he was gifted with his own regal crown by the gods. It even had smoke that wafted from them with magical properties that rejuvenated the body. It fit in perfectly with the smoke that naturally fell from his frame like that of a wraith.
It was not the only thing he had been given. Though it was by far the most eye catching. But despite his joy at receiving the antlers, the Crown kept them hidden. Thankfully the item shrunk into a silver circlet with antlers carved into its shining metal. He felt rather awkward running around with antlers on top of his many spines and armor. He was becoming quite laden down with things these days. His armor shifted as he walked, the heavy fur cloak swishing against his skin. Perhaps he should ask to have this armor enchanted so it shrunk to a simple breastplate? This way he'd be less heavy, but still have the protection when he needed it.
He was amidst his musings when the sound of another drew his attention. Had the rift claimed another unsuspecting soul? Curious the massive tribrid swept towards the others. His eyes fell upon a familiar form. It was the man he had helped on the sea cliffs. He smiled, happy to see him up and about. He wondered if he would remember him, he had been mostly out of it then. His gaze drifted from one man to the next. The other's scent hit him like a ton of bricks. The smell of sea and battle were upon him.
The world fell away.
He remembered the scent of the sea. The scent of gunpowder and burning tar and wood. Of cries of terror and the taste of blood as salt sprayed bodies fell between his fangs. As ships sank beneath his might. Their hulls and decks torn leaving their bellies open to the sky as he stripped them of all their treasure before sending them to depths below. He wondered if this sailor would task as good as the others. Perhaps he would be doubly good cooked in flame? Like he so loved to do with the arrogant captains that thought they could bring him down. The exquisite look of pure terror upon their face. The expression of true hopelessness that overcame them, as they realized they were going to die. The crimson flame and his majestic visage mirrored in their wide eyes, second before the flames engulfed them.
And, he was back!
The Crown fought the memories and urges that washed over him. Shutting them away in the dark, like always. Hiding the demon within him as he tried to pretend that he was all happy smiles and a good soul. How could he ever tell anyone of the darkness that lay within? The violent beast that desired to take over. The voice that belittled him and urged him to either die or leave the world in ruin. What would his herd think, knowing that he was a monster? He remained in the shadows a moment longer as he took the time to compose himself. Once he felt he had the inner monster under control, he stepped forward. Nodding his massive head in greeting.
He caught the words of the orange and black man and smiled. "It certainly takes pleasure in tormenting those newly taken." He agreed, then added with a chuckle. "Though it was the Freeze that nearly killed me." He had seen the way the other had tried to stand, then fell. Waiting a moment for the other to take them in he asked. "Are you injured in any way?" His deep voice seemed to fill the dark forest. Wrapping around the trees like the fog. It was the type of voice capable of being heard over the worst of storms and the man had very little trouble projecting his words. Even in the low manner he always spoke, one would no doubt hear him. He rarely ever had need to shout. Had he ever actually shouted at anyone? He could no recall so he wagered that answer was no.
His observant gaze, the color of storm clouds over the sea, watched the newcomer. Looking for any sign of injury that could cause him to stumble like before. He wished to reach out with his magic to sooth the colorful sailor's emotions. But he was not the kind to intrude upon another so. He'd never force his magic on someone like that. Not unless they truly needed, like Rico had. So he waited for a response before offering to help.
talk talk talk talk
It was not the only thing he had been given. Though it was by far the most eye catching. But despite his joy at receiving the antlers, the Crown kept them hidden. Thankfully the item shrunk into a silver circlet with antlers carved into its shining metal. He felt rather awkward running around with antlers on top of his many spines and armor. He was becoming quite laden down with things these days. His armor shifted as he walked, the heavy fur cloak swishing against his skin. Perhaps he should ask to have this armor enchanted so it shrunk to a simple breastplate? This way he'd be less heavy, but still have the protection when he needed it.
He was amidst his musings when the sound of another drew his attention. Had the rift claimed another unsuspecting soul? Curious the massive tribrid swept towards the others. His eyes fell upon a familiar form. It was the man he had helped on the sea cliffs. He smiled, happy to see him up and about. He wondered if he would remember him, he had been mostly out of it then. His gaze drifted from one man to the next. The other's scent hit him like a ton of bricks. The smell of sea and battle were upon him.
The world fell away.
He remembered the scent of the sea. The scent of gunpowder and burning tar and wood. Of cries of terror and the taste of blood as salt sprayed bodies fell between his fangs. As ships sank beneath his might. Their hulls and decks torn leaving their bellies open to the sky as he stripped them of all their treasure before sending them to depths below. He wondered if this sailor would task as good as the others. Perhaps he would be doubly good cooked in flame? Like he so loved to do with the arrogant captains that thought they could bring him down. The exquisite look of pure terror upon their face. The expression of true hopelessness that overcame them, as they realized they were going to die. The crimson flame and his majestic visage mirrored in their wide eyes, second before the flames engulfed them.
And, he was back!
The Crown fought the memories and urges that washed over him. Shutting them away in the dark, like always. Hiding the demon within him as he tried to pretend that he was all happy smiles and a good soul. How could he ever tell anyone of the darkness that lay within? The violent beast that desired to take over. The voice that belittled him and urged him to either die or leave the world in ruin. What would his herd think, knowing that he was a monster? He remained in the shadows a moment longer as he took the time to compose himself. Once he felt he had the inner monster under control, he stepped forward. Nodding his massive head in greeting.
He caught the words of the orange and black man and smiled. "It certainly takes pleasure in tormenting those newly taken." He agreed, then added with a chuckle. "Though it was the Freeze that nearly killed me." He had seen the way the other had tried to stand, then fell. Waiting a moment for the other to take them in he asked. "Are you injured in any way?" His deep voice seemed to fill the dark forest. Wrapping around the trees like the fog. It was the type of voice capable of being heard over the worst of storms and the man had very little trouble projecting his words. Even in the low manner he always spoke, one would no doubt hear him. He rarely ever had need to shout. Had he ever actually shouted at anyone? He could no recall so he wagered that answer was no.
His observant gaze, the color of storm clouds over the sea, watched the newcomer. Looking for any sign of injury that could cause him to stumble like before. He wished to reach out with his magic to sooth the colorful sailor's emotions. But he was not the kind to intrude upon another so. He'd never force his magic on someone like that. Not unless they truly needed, like Rico had. So he waited for a response before offering to help.
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?
But in those same hands, is the power to kill
Are you a man, or a monster?
You have my permission to use magic/force against Roscorro.
Maiming and killing is not allowed, though.
Maiming and killing is not allowed, though.
