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The Sound of Silence
Trial Green Labyrinth 
Roscorro the Dragon Heart
Currently championing: Caevoc
#1
Glass half empty, glass half full.
Well either way you, won't be going thirsty.
Count your blessing not your flaws.
There was a lost, hollow feeling in the air. A darkness that shifted within the mist like a noxious gas that filled one's soul with a sickly feeling. Perhaps this land was once beautiful. Filled with a mysterious air about it. Now it had been touched by the sickness that infected the rift. Removing all of its light as it sought to drown the world in its darkness. The stallion might have enjoyed exploring this interesting maze, had he not known what lay within it. Deep within the haunting mists of the labyrinth, lay a creature he was now called to face.

He hated being away from Gwyn. But this place was no place for a child. Something within his bones told him to leave the girl in their special place and enter this land on his own. Mist swirled around him, his pelt becoming damp at its touch. The moister in the air only served to increase the oppressive heat that hung over the world. Even within the clouds of mist and fog, the heat reached him. Though, unlike the cold, it did not bother the stallion as much. It warmed his blood and left it humming in a contented purr. But that did not help to settle the large horse's nerves as he slowly took a step towards the entrance to the maze.

The bamboo walls towered far above the Clydesdale. His wings itched, there was not much space to stretch his wings should he need to make a quick escape. He knew not what this Magnus Metus was, nor how dangerous it could be. If he went off of what he knew of this place, it was not something he wanted to come within a mile off. But his magic, and now voice, was riding upon this. He had to confront this mysterious creature within its maze. Head low, ears swiveling like satellite dishes alert for any sound within the shifting mist. But there was nothing. Only the sound of silence prevailed. Nostrils flaring he took one step after the other, his body tense, wings raised in preparation.

His long, hairy serpentine tail twisted and flicked in anticipation. The long, orange spikes glinting in the dim light. Storm gray eyes surveyed the world around him in a cautious manner. Inwardly the dark voice snarled at him, furious that the large dragon-kin would skulk about like a scared little foal. But the giant ignored it, unwilling to rush in recklessly. He had no powers, and no idea what he was getting himself into.

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Roscorro

@Rift Presence
You have my permission to use magic/force against Roscorro.
Maiming and killing is not allowed, though. 
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#2
It was indeed a good thing that the Clydesdale didn’t bring the girl with him. The Magnus Metus had enough trembling need for the one girl that had faced him and lived through it – not once, but twice, and the thought of sinking his churning sea of teeth into small flesh was an idea that had his mouth watering. But even if he didn’t have the option of the young filly, he at least knew that the large creature that dared to face him this time was a feast for weeks. It was another event that caused his teeth to spin in excitement.

He had no eyes, the Metus, and what he lacked for in vision he made up with his sense of hearing and smell. His long snout and tongue helped pinpoint the location of the scent while his ears worked diligently to figure out the direction of the sound – in tandem, it worked well for those unfortunate souls that stumbled into his web. Yet, he remained hidden in the murky shadows, waiting in anticipation for the man to stumble into his trap. All he could do was wait, silently flexing his large claw-hands so he’d be prepared to strike.
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@Roscorro The Metus is currently hiding to see what Roscorro does to draw him out!
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Roscorro the Dragon Heart
Currently championing: Caevoc
#3
Glass half empty, glass half full.
Well either way you, won't be going thirsty.
Count your blessing not your flaws.
Silence.

Nothing stirred within the swirling curtains of mist that swirled around the great Clydesdale. He knew something was here. The silence spoke volumes. Nothing stirred within the maze. No birds sang. Nor were there any sounds of small creatures scampering away at soft thud of his footfall. Within this silence, a predator dwelled. His movements were cautious as he tried to peer through the mist. His nostrils flared as he tried to pinpoint this creature's location. But none of his senses detected anything. Nothing but fog, damp, and quiet. He shifted his wings nervously. How was he supposed to draw this creature out? If he kept wandering blindly through this maze he was certain that he would fall into a trap. The predator could circle around him and attack from behind. It knew this land far better than he. It had the tactical advantage. But he couldn't just sit there either. It was moments like these that he wished he had been allowed into the world. Maybe if he was more battle tested he'd feel less afraid. Then again, that might not be the best thing.

But how to get the other to come to him? His claws brushed against stones and he looked down. A crazy thought formed in his mind. If he couldn't see this monster, then maybe it was in the same boat? He quietly gathered as many stones that he could find, careful to keep within the area he had traveled and was familiar with. Nothing like surprise drops or monster dens to ruin your plans and end your life. Lifting a paw to his lips he bit down, using his fangs to pierce his flesh where hardened scales did not protect. Blood oozed from the wound, not enough to be a concern but it would do for his little scheme. Brushing blood onto all of the rocks he had collected he began awkwardly tossing them. They clattered on the ground ahead. Leaving drops of blood behind when a wet patch on the rocks happened to hit the earth.

He wasn't sure if what ever was out there would be fooled by the ruse. But maybe the scent of blood and the noise would be enough to make it come in for a closer look? Head low, wings at the ready, the stallion crept forward. Each step was silent. He tentavily felt the ground with his forepaws before each step, ensuring that nt rocks or dead bamboo lay beneath them before he applied his full weight. His hooves were far more tricky to cause to fall silent, forcing him to move slower then he cared. But if he could get the jump on this apex predator. Then maybe he'd have half a chance? All he had to do was challenge it. He didn't have to stick around for a true fight. Did he?

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Roscorro

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OOC: Rosco is attempting to draw the Metus out by using stones covered in his own blood as a decoy. Hopefully his aim was true since he's just blindly tossing rocks into the fog. xD
You have my permission to use magic/force against Roscorro.
Maiming and killing is not allowed, though. 
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#4
It did seem as though the stallion was smarter than he lead on to be. While the Metus still didn’t have quite a good grasp on where exactly the Clydesdale creature dwelled, he got a rather brilliant surprise. His teeth churned on a continuous strum as he silently waited, his clawed hands flexing at the ready as a stone spiraled strangely toward his direction. Immediately his attention went toward it, unable to see what it was. Yet, he knew the smell was blood.

And oh, it smelled so sweet.

If the Metus could have smirked, he would have, his long snout and tongue lashing out silently to taste the metallic sheen along the rock tossed toward him. Oh yes, this would work. As Roscorro approached deeper into the Magnus Metus’ den, the pale deadly creature strained his nose toward the opening as Roscorro pressed through, unable to see or scent – thanks to the overwhelming smell of his blood coating his senses. Curious, the Metus stepped out of the inky black of his home, slowly at first before lunging in where he thought Roscorro’s direction would be, swiping out toward him with those razor sharp claws.
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@Roscorro Oooh! The Metus thinks he knows where Roscorro is to strike. You can decide if he indeed hits Roscorro as well as how much damage is done if you do choose that route, or have him miss!
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Roscorro the Dragon Heart
Currently championing: Caevoc
#5
Glass half empty, glass half full.
Well either way you, won't be going thirsty.
Count your blessing not your flaws.
Was that movement? There! In the mist! He couldn't be sure if it was indeed the movement or a trick of the eye. He slowed further, uncertain. The action could have very well saved his life. No sooner had the stallion begun to question his own eyes when the world exploded. A shadow lunged towards him from the fog. He let out a scream that would never be heard as his bound tongue released no sound save for the exhaling of air. Rearing back the behemoth gave a mighty pump of his wings, propelling himself further back as he lashed out with his own claws to strike his attacker. The moment his rear legs left the ground his thrust them outward in retaliation as well as he lifted into the air. Landing on the ground once more Roscorro snorted, his heart slamming against his chest as he laid eyes on the Metus for the first time. It was a beast that fight within the horror stories told round the fire. Powerful, cunning, dangerous. Its rotating teeth chilled the dragon-kin to his bones.

Something warm trickled down his chest, causing the brown male to look down. Crimson blood dripped from wounds carved out in the flesh by the monster's claws. It slowly oozed from his being, dribbling down his skin before landing on the hard packed earth with a quiet splat. Had he not reared back, he could have easily lost his eyes, or had his throat slit. This realization caused his heart to pound harder. But he did not scamper away light a frightened beast. No, now able to see his foe the stallion stilled. That calmness that always seemed to fill him brought his heaving breath under control. In the back of his mind that cold voice snarled its own challenge to the Metus. Again Roscorro lowered his head, pointing his sharp horns towards the Metus. he was here to challenge the master of this domain, he couldn't run. Not yet. Around him his piece of hope floated, as if confused by the sudden events. The giant paid the ball no mind as he focused on his attacker. In the brief time he saw it, he made out no sockets for eyes. But it had found him still. It must rely upon sight and scent, or some form of magic that allowed it to detect him. He fell silent once more, his steps careful as he kept his gaze fixed on the Metus. His body was taught, ready to spring if it lunged towards him as he moved sideways to the left. Would it be able to detect him? Again he felt the ground before placing his feet.

As he did so his right paw touched one of his stones covered in blood. One of many now spread out around the field. He quietly lifted in to his bleeding wound, soaking it with more blood. If it relied on smell then maybe he could mess it up a bit? Again he tossed the stone, spreading his scent around as he moved away from his current position. If he could get a little closer then maybe he could strike. Would landing a blow count as a challenge? he had no desire to engage in a full fight with the creature. As terrifying as it looked, it was just trying to survive. He had invaded its land and provoked it. No, it was doing what it was made to do. he couldn't fault it for attacking him. But now wasn't the time to feel sorry for his actions or excuse the Metus. He had to remain focused on the moment at hand or else he risked serious injuring or death. He barely breathed as he waited to see what would happen.



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Roscorro

@Rift Presence
OOC: The Metus hit Rosco! Carving deep gashes in his chest that are now bleeding freely. In his panic to get away Rosco lashes out with his claws then kicks out with his hind legs to try and deal some form of damage as he uses his wings to propel him out of reach (it's up to you if they hit). Realizing that the Metus has no eyes he assumes that it realize on scent and sound to get by (or he hopes it does). Finding one of his rocks he covers it in more blood and throws it in hopes of hiding his own advances by spreading his blood around. He's slowly trying to work his way around the Metus to try and launch a surprise attack of his own before getting the heck out of there.(You can decide if he succeeds in getting around the Metus.) ^^
You have my permission to use magic/force against Roscorro.
Maiming and killing is not allowed, though. 
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#6
There! As his claws met flesh, the Metus grumbled and hissed his pleasure. If his circular set of teeth could grin, he would have, as Roscorro’s warm dark blood coated his pale hand. But victory was short lived, as the Metus tried to swipe once more, Roscorro’s own attack unleashed. There was a roar of anger as the clydesdale’s own claws met his shoulder. His own blood began to fill the rest of the tang of the area, and he huffed his frustrations as he retreated slightly, his long tongue lashing out to taste the blood of Roscorro again, to make sure his prey was the one he sought.

But if Roscorro thought the same trick would work on him again, the Clydesdale was mistaken. For her heard the clunk of stone as it reverberated farther away than the Metus imagined the creature could move and be so silent, and so he remained still for a brief few seconds as Roscorro attempted to slip past his defenses. A guttural roar escaped his lips as he turned to Roscorro’s general location, his teeth spinning faster in a sharp menacing dance. But before he could pounce, he felt the blood continue to trickle down his arm – far worse than he could have imagined it to be, and so he hesitated, just a fraction of a second before lashing his long tongue out toward Roscorro’s direction, hoping to meet flesh.
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@Roscorro The Metus has been hit and has second guessed his opponent! He hesitates before lashing his tongue out toward Roscorro. It wouldn't do damage but simply acknowledge that he was where he thought Roscorro was. This could either miss or hit, your pick!
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Roscorro the Dragon Heart
Currently championing: Caevoc
#7
Glass half empty, glass half full.
Well either way you, won't be going thirsty.
Count your blessing not your flaws.
He should have known that the Metus was too clever to be tricked by the same move, but he had to try. Its roar filled the air as it whirled around to face him. It should have attacked, it should have launched itself at him again. Yet it hesitated. Its own blood had been spilled in its last attack. It filled the air with the metallic stench, combining with that of the scent of the tribrid's own blood. The stallion had been ready to leap when the Metus attacked. Now he just stood there, ready to move again should he need to. In the back of his mind the voice screamed at him to charge into the creature. It was more than twice his size, and was in a position to pounce so its center of gravity was lower than if it were standing at full height. Knocking it back would be difficult. He was not keen on the idea of entering within reach of those claws either. It seemed the Metus had the same thought about him, that was why it had stopped.

He watched as it long tongue flicked outwards, searching for him. So it still was not entirely sure of his location. He moved quietly sideways once more, trying to face the Metus's side rather then its front. As the tongue grew closer he did not move away, instead he reached out try and grab the tongue in a firm grasp and yank, hard! The vicious tug was aimed out to the side of the stallion so it would pull the Metus forward and hopefully cause it to stumble and expose more of its side. The plan was for the jerk to be powerful enough to set the beast off balance before he charged forward, head low. He aimed for the monster's side where he could deal more damage as he attempted to ram the Metus. If he hit his horns would drive deep into its flesh, using the power of his breed to try and bowl the monster over. He looked a lot like a rhinoceros as he charged, orange horns gleaming in the dim light. If he succeeded he would retreat once more to avoid those terrible claws.

If he was unable to grab the tongue the stallion would still charge, knowing that his actions would have drawn the beast's attention, he will need to react. Though this time, instead of aiming to barrel into the Metus with his horns, he would whirl around on his front legs to strike out with his powerful back hooves. Hoping to hit the Metus before aiming to retreat again, using his wings to launch him into the air. His heart pounded in his ears and his inner voice continued to spur him on. Screaming at him to kill the thing and enforce his superiority and dominance. Rosco ignore the voice. He had no desire to actually kill the Metus, only challenge it. If the next attack hit he would get out of here. Hopefully he would be alive and well enough to retreat for real this time.

talk talk talk
Roscorro

@Rift Presence
OOC: The Metu's tongue found Rosco, but not in the way it thought. Rosco aims to grab a hold of the Metu's tongue and jerk on it really hard to try and pull it off balance before charging in. He aims to ram the Metus in the side with his horns, hoping to throw it to the ground before running off again.

If he does not get the tongue he is still going to charge, this time aiming for a more ranged attack with is hind legs. He also attempts to get air born after this attack. Go ahead and choose which path to take and if his attack actually hits!
You have my permission to use magic/force against Roscorro.
Maiming and killing is not allowed, though. 
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#8
Darkness again clouds the surrounding bamboo forest. The Metus continued his search, his long tongue reaching out in desperation to touch the soft fur of Roscorro’s body when his tongue was suddenly met with a grab. Anger coursed through the Metus and a sharp roar escaped as Roscorro yanked on his tongue. When the creature let go, the Metus withdrew his tongue back into his mouth, his teeth rotating sharper as though it would be perfectly poised to take a piece of flesh. But because of the yank, the Metus stumbles in the dark – his large claw-like hands reaching out in the hopes of grabbing onto something to propel him backward, to keep his massive frame from falling.

But luck was on the Metus’ side, his unseeing body turning slightly as Roscorro’s charge came right at him. The Metus rolled a small amount – just enough to have Roscorro’s set of horns graze the side of his body. A dark greyish blood began to bead at the surface. Another hiss escaped the Metus, doing his best to bring himself upright again as Roscorro took to the sky. The Metus hesitated, his teeth slowing their rotation as he faced the darkness. “What is it you want?” The Metus’ deep voice rumbled through the earth and air around them, a pointed question to the creature that would be another one to get away from what would have been a beautiful and long feast.
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@Roscorro The attacks hit, and renders the Metus calm enough - succeeding to Roscorro. Feel free to ask him questions or what not, he likely won't attack again even though he doesn't speak much!
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Roscorro the Dragon Heart
Currently championing: Caevoc
#9
Glass half empty, glass half full.
Well either way you, won't be going thirsty.
Count your blessing not your flaws.
His horns found flesh. Though they did not sink deep into the Metus's side like he had aimed, though he couldn't say he was disappointed. At this point he was fighting to escape, not kill or win. He had done what the rift had required of him. He could leave the Metus in peace. The Metu's dark blood trickled down his orange horns, staining his forehead. He could feel the warm-wetness as he took to the sky, powerful wings easily carrying him out of reach. He turned to face the maze monster as it grating voice hissed through the fog.

The large stallion's eyes softened. Despite the adrenaline that still pounded within him due to the battle, he found himself feeling sorry for what he had done. He wished that he could reply. He wished that he could tell him that he wanted nothing but to regain the powers that he had lost. That this was the bidding of the Rift. But his voice had been stolen from the very essence that bade him to fight this ruler of the maze. So instead of conveying his deepest apology or offering an explanation, the stallion hovered in place. His eyes were drawn to a light as his Piece of Hope joined him. Comfort swept over him as he bathed within its silver glow. Reaching out forwards it with his muzzle he gently pushed it towards the Metus. 'Go.' He thought. As if it sensed his desires the sphere floated downs towards the massive creatures, seeking to bathe it in its light. Perhaps, like it had done with him, it would give this Metus a sense of hope that things would get better. Or at least comfort it after the battle. Would it work on the native fauna? After his experience at the tree of light he believed that they too felt the effects of the hope that was returning to this world. Maybe it would bring comfort to the Metus who resided in the darkness of the fog and damp.

talk talk talk
Roscorro

@Rift Presence
OOC: No longer under attack Rosco tries to share his light of hope with the Metus.
You have my permission to use magic/force against Roscorro.
Maiming and killing is not allowed, though. 
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#10
There was no response from the creature, and the Metus was uncertain if he was still here as the silence continued to spread. But after a few moments, the Metus listened as there was a small amount of shuffling and a strange presence nearby him. It brushed up with it’s light against the Metus and he hissed in confusion and displeasure. The feeling was strange and the Metus didn’t like it one bit as he scrambled away from the orb of light, leaving it behind with Roscorro.

This beast was a curious thing, aiming to harm him and offer him something that felt rather pleasant upon the touch. But the Metus didn’t dwell on it, in fact he thought it was better had that strange happy poison was further away from him. He slid back into the shadows, hopeful that an easier meal might make an appearance later on to sate his hunger.
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@Roscorro The Metus isn't sure what the ball of hope is and so he flees from it!
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