The Portal
Roscorro
Had he known the mare was there he would have entered more cautiously. Taken care to not startle her. Had he known she was there he would have done everything in his power to make himself less imposing. But he had no idea the mare wrapped in midnight was present. And so he strolled into the small clearing with a quiet gate. A monstrous, mutated tribrid that trailed smoke with every movement, was most likely the last thing Blackbird wanted to see upon arriving within this desolate world. He cut an imposing figure in the ominous air. Wreathed in fog and smoke the massive Clydesdale moved with startling silence.
His floating ball of hope went before him, casting silver light upon his form. It shone upon his form, glinting on his wickedly sharp horns and spines. Revealing his draconic forelegs and paws, the orange scales reflecting the floating orb like polished armor. It outlined his massive wings and his long, hairy tail that moved like that of a serpent's. Sending wisps of smoke with every swish. His gate held a quietness to it, a calmness unbefitting his predatory appearance. He had entered the border of the portal in search of someone to share his glowing sphere with. It was what he had been asked to do by the god of this world. To share this light of hope with others. And so he had come share that light.
Most who entered the Rift came less willingly than himself. It was a shock to many to find themselves in this foreign, diseased world. He hoped to be a friend to those needed a bit of comfort. Sharing the warmth of his light with those now trapped within the Rift. If they'd have him. He wasn't the most, friendly looking beast wandering these woods. He would not be surprised if anyone within this forest took one sight of him and fled. Many did. But he had hope. Gwyn, Taivas, and Kiada had not run from him. Perhaps he would encounter others who would accept him. Or at least accept his help. He would have continued walking onward, unaware of Blackbird, had his orb not sensed her. It shot towards her like an excited dog greeting a new friend, drawing his gaze. He froze, ears swiveling forward in surprise as his mouth formed a small 'o'. "Hello." He offered sheepishly.
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His floating ball of hope went before him, casting silver light upon his form. It shone upon his form, glinting on his wickedly sharp horns and spines. Revealing his draconic forelegs and paws, the orange scales reflecting the floating orb like polished armor. It outlined his massive wings and his long, hairy tail that moved like that of a serpent's. Sending wisps of smoke with every swish. His gate held a quietness to it, a calmness unbefitting his predatory appearance. He had entered the border of the portal in search of someone to share his glowing sphere with. It was what he had been asked to do by the god of this world. To share this light of hope with others. And so he had come share that light.
Most who entered the Rift came less willingly than himself. It was a shock to many to find themselves in this foreign, diseased world. He hoped to be a friend to those needed a bit of comfort. Sharing the warmth of his light with those now trapped within the Rift. If they'd have him. He wasn't the most, friendly looking beast wandering these woods. He would not be surprised if anyone within this forest took one sight of him and fled. Many did. But he had hope. Gwyn, Taivas, and Kiada had not run from him. Perhaps he would encounter others who would accept him. Or at least accept his help. He would have continued walking onward, unaware of Blackbird, had his orb not sensed her. It shot towards her like an excited dog greeting a new friend, drawing his gaze. He froze, ears swiveling forward in surprise as his mouth formed a small 'o'. "Hello." He offered sheepishly.
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You have my permission to use magic/force against Roscorro.
Maiming and killing is not allowed, though.
Maiming and killing is not allowed, though.
