Green Labyrinth
Glass half empty, glass half full.
Well either way you, won't be going thirsty.
Count your blessing not your flaws.
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
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
image credit to Azteca @deviantart.com
@Rift Presence
OOC: No longer under attack Rosco tries to share his light of hope with the Metus.
@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.
Maiming and killing is not allowed, though.
