Blood for Magic

Roscorro

It was not long before someone answered, screaming at the top of their lungs. His ears pinned back to protect from the noise. It was a tad bit too loud, but how would she know that. She spoke of needing assistance then struggled to find the word. She paused for only a moment, however before she belted out the word trials. Ah, so that was it.

He himself had just finished his recent trials, the large gashes on his chest still not yet healed. Scabbed over and irritating t hey itched and hurt and had been reopened more than a few times by his movements. Taivas would probably be telling him not to fly for risk of reopening them yet again. But he was born to fly and he had remained on the ground for far too long. For his sanity, he had to take to the skies. He probably should continue onward, letting his wings carry him far away from this mare. But his tender heart was never one to turn someone away simply because it was hard or dangerous. He could at least hear her out. If it was something he could help with, he would. If not he could assist in finding someone capable of helping her. He rose a few feet, searching for a way down. It did not take long before he spotted a break in the canopy not far ahead.

"If you can, follow the sound of my wings. There is a small break in the trees not far off where I think I can land. We'll talk more then." Angling himself towards the clearing he gave a thrust of his wings and was off. Careful not to fly too fast so as not to lose the mare down below, he made his way towards the break in the trees. The hole was not large, barely large enough for him to squeeze through. More branches cracked and leaves rustled as he descended in a shower of twigs, jungle leaves and smoke. Landing lightly on the ground he looked up to see if the mare had indeed followed him. If she had she may have run off in fright at the sight of his monstrous form.


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