» In The Deep

Roscorro

Perhaps he was too trusting as he ate the strange plant provide. Maybe all of them were falling for a cruel trick that would lead them to a cold, watery death. Maybe, maybe, maybe... Maybe he would grow a second head and breath fire, a complete possibility within this place he was sure, but what use was there worrying about it? They hadn't been killed by all of these strange creatures yet, and he was sure that they could should they choose. So he ate the little plant and followed the others, trusting in the hope that his shining sphere seemed to give this world.

The water lapped eagerly as his hooves, then up his legs. It was cold! His blood froze and he hissed internally. He so hated the cold. Yet he continued. He hung back between Taivas and Kiada, grateful for the light the healer's pelt provided. His piece of hope moved before him, its glow illuminating the path further as it combined with the light of Taivas and the others orbs. He stared at the world around him in fascination. Never before had he imagined that it was possible to breath other water! As terrifying as the Rift could be, he could not deny how truly incredible it was. Oh what this land would be like without the darkness that had infected it! He hoped that he would live to see that day. To witness the pure beauty and wonder of this land once healed. He continued deeper with the others, not sure where the sirens were, but certain that they would encounter them soon enough.
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