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Tha Mo Ghaol Air Àird A' Chuain
Open Rainforest Cliffs 
Roscorro the Dragon Heart
Currently championing: Caevoc
#1
Roscorro
"Feasgar ciùin an tùs a' Chèitein." (On a quiet evening at the beginning of May) A voice drifted through the air. Rich and smooth as molasses as its pleasant tones rose and fell, as warm as the air itself. "Nuair bha 'n ialtag anns na speuran..." (When the bat was in the skies). The song floated among the trees as the its owner walked on, seemingly unbothered by the heat or the hostile world he lived within. A song, as old as the dragons that walked his homeland, was a personal favorite of the mare that had raised him. And so he sang in the tongue she spoke, a ting of longing layered with a light touch of hope woven into the song, befitting the words he sang.

"Chualaim rìbhinn òg 's i deurach
'Seinn fo sgàil nan geugan uain'
Bha a' ghrian 'sa chuan gu sìoladh
'S reult cha d' èirich anns an iarmailt
Nuair a sheinn an òigh gu cianail
"Tha mo ghaol air àird a' chuain"


Large back hooves left deep prints within the rich soil as hardened front claws upon his front, draconic feet left small gouges in the earth. His long, hairy tail swayed in a slow rhythmic manner as his body seemed to roll from side to side to the beat of his song. As he sang he felt the pang of loneliness within his heart. He dearly missed the little mare that had raised him. So he sang. Not many heard the bestial creature sing, but when he did choose to open his mouth all stopped to lend an ear. For as ugly and terrifying as he was, his voice was like unto a songbird. Perhaps it was the dragon within him, fore they were known for their beautiful singing voice. Some had the power to even woo and control others with their magnificent pipes.

For creatures with a lust for war and bloodshed, they truly loved the fine arts. Music most of all. But the gentle giant was not such a beast, though he could not deny the dark flame that smoldered within him. Though he tried to smother it that voice would emerge again and again. Images would appear in his mind along with thoughts that were not his own. At times even his piece of hope could not hold it back. But that melted away as he sang, the warmth of his pleasant memories of his tiny mother keeping it at bay. So he sang. He sang because he wanted to feel close to her. He sang because he missed her. He sang because he was sad and happy at the same time. His life had been full of hardships, losses, and trials. But it was a beautiful life full of friendship, new wonders, and laughter. And so he sang his favorite song as he wandered his new homeland, feeling a sense of loyalty and affection for the land that had granted him his freedom. Though at times it was harsh and cruel, it had given him much. He continued to place one foot in front of her other as he sung his tune.


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ooc: The lyrics.
I heard a tearful young maiden
Singing beneath the shadow of the green branches
The sun was setting in the sea
And no stars yet graced the sky
When the young girl sang sorrowfully
"My love is on the high seas"
And song -> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vfj67q0vkTE

Recycling this post since Aryel's player has had to leave. =C Open to anyone!
You have my permission to use magic/force against Roscorro.
Maiming and killing is not allowed, though. 
Vynter the Hopebringer
Currently championing:
#2
He had heard the singing, and it had driven him forward with an unknown force. Gangling legs managed to carry him with a consistent speed, the crippled wing upon his back thumping with each shift of his gait. Eyes of ice were determined, for when Vynter wanted to find something; there was nothing stopping him. So the yearling ungracefully loped in the direction the song was coming from.

Despite moving outward, the vegetation only seemed to grow thicker with each passing step. As he moved deeper into the lush jungle, the more his footing became uneven. There was a time or two where the colt had simply fallen to the ground, his face being powered with soil that would litter his eyelashes. Yet he was undeterred, for this was common for the babe, and with a ungraceful heave he was back on track to his destination.

It was when the voice grew louder did he become more determined, causing him to increase he speed. With his ears pricked in search of the source and eyes hard with concentration; it was obvious he did not see the large root fast approaching. And so it was with the utmost disgrace that he barged right into this root, his shins slamming hard against the wood and causing him to literally flip over. With a startled grunt he was on his back, wing haphazardly skewed beneath him.

Yet when he finally opened his eyes it was not the trees that he could see, but a hulking beast with fangs protruding from his muzzle. Horns adorned his skull, lined perfectly in a row along his forehead, framed by a thick and shaggy mane. With his expression morphing from concentration to utter fascination, the colt had begun to wiggle himself away in an attempt to get back up. It took a few tries, but soon the grullo was up again and looking at the man that towered above him.


"Big," he breathed from his lips, his voice soft from lack of use. Yet when it came to the beautifully unique creature before him he could not help but say something! His eyes roamed the brute's body eagerly, before they soon fell upon the talons that were his front feet. That was not something he had seen before. Had he been the more excitable type, he might have squeaked in delight. Instead he opted to invade the dragon's personal space and sniff the scaled limbs, letting his lips brush across them in order to feel the texture. As he did so a contented sigh left his lips, a ghost of a smile gracing his maw. He had found a truly beautiful treasure.

@Roscorro
Roscorro the Dragon Heart
Currently championing: Caevoc
#3
Roscorro
His melody came to an abrupt halt when a body tumbled before his feet. He looked down in surprise, ears perked forward. He took a step back, wings raising to make himself look bigger. His gaze met that of the young one's. Storm colored eyes looked at the colt that wriggled before him in confusion. Where had he come from? Then concern flashed across his face. Where was his mother? Lowering his wings he looked about for the mother before focusing on the lad once more.

"Are you alright?" He asked, his voice drifting softly down to the littler horse. If he paid attention he would know from the sound of the Clydesdale's voice that he had been the singer that the lad had been hunting for. Unlike any foal he had encountered in this word, which were the only foals he had ever encountered, the boy did not cry out in fright or try to run. Instead he uttered a single word on an unused voice.

"Big."

The stallion chuckled, the rumbling within his chest like unto distant thunder. "That, I am." He replied in amusement. The boy was soon on his feet again, but not before he spotted his odd forelegs. But instead of being afraid, he was excited and moved forward to investigate. Another chuckled shook the wanderer's sides as a warm smile brightened his features. He lifted a paw, holding the palm upward so he could further investigate the odd limbs. He did not mind that the child had come so close, happy to let him investigate. Very few were so fascinated by his looks, let alone thrilled to happen upon an oddity such as he. "Hello Little One, where did you come from?" He greeted, his tone as warm as sunshine. Arching his neck he made to ruffle the child's forelock with his soft lips, snorting softly in a teasing manner.

He also would take the time to look for any injuries that may have been inflicted by the tumble he had took. So far the colt seem perfectly fine. He was relieved, though concerned. This was the third child he had found without parent or guardian. He certainly had a strange ability to locate and attract young ones. Which he was fine with. He adored the little things and their innocence. Though he had had no contact with such young horses before coming here, he found that he was at ease with them.



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@Vynter
ooc: So cute!
You have my permission to use magic/force against Roscorro.
Maiming and killing is not allowed, though. 
Vynter the Hopebringer
Currently championing:
#4
The tribrid finally spoke, his words like a thunderstorm in the young lad's ears.
Yet he paid no mind, for he was too focused on the way in which the man's front paws moved. As soon as the palm was revealed to him he was once again immediately focused; lips brushing the tender pad with the utmost curiosity. It was warm to the touch, calloused from much walking most likely, yet seemed to easily protect itself from this heat. He pondered how this would work. Whilst his head turned to and fro around the massive appendage; it was the final comment that had the boy lifting to meet the brute's gaze.

He attempted to right himself, only to be stopped by the sudden siding beneath his feet. Despite the air being hot and sticky, the ground underneath his hooves appeared to be ice. With each step he took more formed, and if he were to stay still for even just a moment; he would lose his balance and fall. So he had come up with a system, where instead of constantly stomping his long legs in place, he would simply slide ever so slightly back and forth. His body swayed every so gently, causing him to glide a few inches to the left, and then the right. Miraculously, he remained balanced upon all four hooves.

Once situated he looked over his new companion with glimmering eyes, intrigued by his entire presence. What made the Gods make all horses just so unique and different? Was there an algorithm that they followed that calculated which being would be born next? Or did they simply make them on a whim? He had always sought for answers of how everything came to be, and so far in his short life he hadn't found many answers. But he had found some incredibly fascinating creatures. He took a moment to sniff at the man's beard, looking up at him calmly, before finally answering his questions,
"Helovia. And you?"

Vynter is not enjoying long posts today lol. @Roscorro
Roscorro the Dragon Heart
Currently championing: Caevoc
#5
Roscorro
The young lad was enraptured by his odd forelimbs, his soft limps tickling the pad of his feet. Calloused and hardened by years of walking upon hardened stone. The yearling continued to investigate his feet and legs as he spoke to him, only meeting his gaze at the end of his last question. As he did so he suddenly, unnaturally shifted. Roscorro's massive stull cocked in concern and confusion as the boy seemed to slide. He looked down at the lad's feet, wondering if there was a freak freeze that had taken hold of some damp on the ground. he had seen snow in the middle of the Scorch before so it would not surprise him. Ice was indeed upon the ground, but only where the boy's hooves were placed. A trick of the rift, he assumed. He reached out a paw to try and help steady him, but the yearling had already righted himself. So he placed it back down upon the ground, afraid to throw Vynter off balance again. Impressive. Had their roles been reversed the stallion was sure he would have come crashing to the ground.

Once he seemed confident that he wouldn't be going anywhere, the grullo paint spoke once more. Helovia. So he had come to this world to escape his own destroyed realm. The giant's eyes softened. "I came from a land called Reon." he answered with a flick of his long tail. "Did your parents come here as well?" As much as he enjoyed to inquisitive boy's presence, he did not want to worry his parents any longer then they probably were. Though he had sorry excuses for parents himself, he believed most were good and loving. Surely this one's family was worried sick?



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@Vynter <3
You have my permission to use magic/force against Roscorro.
Maiming and killing is not allowed, though. 
Vynter the Hopebringer
Currently championing:
#6
Although the colt had asked a question, it had been more out of obligation and not curiosity. It did not matter where the man had come from, but that he was here now; and this thought was enough to send the curious boy's mind into a tizzy as he began to walk/glide around the brute silently. As he slipped about, his muzzle trailed along the thick coat of the man, taking in every tendril along his ivory maw. Closing his eyes he sighed, pleased with this new find. While most would find this to be utterly disturbing, Vynter lacked the social construct to understand just how so.

His world slowly shifted back into reality at the stallion's next question, causing him to slowly come to a stop to his right and lifting his delicate face to meet his. As eyes of ice stared deeply into his darker ones, there wasn't much emotion crossing between his pale complexion. Although the boy understood why he was being asked that question; he couldn't really begin to answer it without unleashing more. Although the Pegasus enjoyed asking questions himself, answering them was something he would never get used to. He could be a hypocrite sometimes.

There was a pause between the two, feeling as if seconds were turning into a minutes, as Vynter let his mind wrap around the innocent question. He knew the answer. It was no. His parents did not come with because they physically couldn't. One had died just after he was born and the other was killed right before they burst through the portal. He had mourned for one, but felt indifferent for the other. Was this a normal response to have? Did this pertain to the question he had previously been asked? He could answer the question in multiple ways; but what way made the most sense at this very moment. He would need to think about that.

Letting a puff of air leaves his nostrils, the boy continued to stare into his companion's eyes blankly and bleating out in a matter of fact tone,
"No."
Roscorro the Dragon Heart
Currently championing: Caevoc
#7
Roscorro
Silence hung heavy in the air. It seemed the boy was truly not one for talking. Preferring to simply observe rather than converse. So the Clydesdale merely watched him. He would not press the boy to answer. Things would come in time and at Vynter's own pace. Roscorro was never in so much of a hurry to force people into anything. He had been forced to live his life in the shadows of his own kingdom. A prince caste aside out of disgrace, for something he had no control over. As such he cared little for pushing other around with force or words. No. Even if he had received no answer, Roscorro would have treated Vynter with the same care and concern as he had for any youngling he came across.

It was not in his nature to judge the quietness of the one before him. Perhaps it was this quiet patients and understanding that prompted the boy to finally speak. Uttering a single, heartbreaking word. No. So his parents had not come with him. Presumably they had died with their world. His eyes softened in sadness. "Do you have any family here?" He asked, though he did not expect much of a response. The lad was more interested in his odd appearance than talking. Perhaps this was the way he coped, though Rosco suspected that this was simply the way he was.

Heaving a heavy sigh he shook himself, as if shedding water from his pelt. "I do not have any family here myself-" his own family had kicked him out of their world and into this one in hopes that he'd die. "Though I have found others to call my friends, my family." He thought fondly of all of those he had met during his travels within this world. Kiada, Taivas, Gwyn, and so many more. All of them were dear to him. Like unto family. "Would you like to come with me?" He went on. Best give the lad someone to travel with while they figured out what to do about it. "I am Roscorro, by the way." Again he did not expect much of a conversation from the other. Simple, one word answers seemed to be his thing.

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You Can be king again
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@Vynter <3
You have my permission to use magic/force against Roscorro.
Maiming and killing is not allowed, though. 
Vynter the Hopebringer
Currently championing:
#8
He didn't know how to respond to the dragon's reaction. He was gentle and kind, and obviously concerned about his well being. As they continued to look at each other in a comfortable silence, it was in this time that Vynter couldn't help but feel reminded of Mother. The thick build of this man, with his calm and warm demeanor, and the look of care in those stormy grey eyes caused something to pull deep within the colts chest. So when he was asked by him to follow, it felt almost taboo for the grullo to say no.

Yet he didn't say yes either, because Vynter had never been one for words, but he figured he would make it clear who else had come with him to their newfound home. He suddenly moved himself closer to the brute, flank against flank and his lips finding his shoulder. Ivory lids fell upon his eyes and a soft puff of air fell from his velvet lips. There was more silence between them, but the boy did not want to break it. This was nice, this was right. Although no one could really replace the love and adoration Mother had showered upon him in her final moments, this was a welcome sensation he did not want to take for granted.

When he was certain that the man named Roscorro would not pull away, he reopened his orbs and looked up to him delicately,"Fenyx. My sister. She is here with me, although not right now." He turned his skull towards the cliffs silently, enjoying the ocean breeze that carried the salt into his nostrils. As his tail swished and his body continued to mildly sway back and forth, he began to lose himself in thought. He was never one for words, and he never would be. He was the kind of horse that liked to enjoy the moment for what it was, to take things as they came.

So he enjoyed the breeze for the moment, the comfort of the thick coat of Rosco's against his and the smell of smoke and warmth that lulled him into a state of peace. Despite him trying to focus on his surroundings, the combination of all these new senses had begun to cause his eyes to droop. Yet even as he begun to slip away into a land of slumber, he was aware that he had yet introduce himself. Between each flutter of his eyes he sighed, and just before he fell asleep his name slowly slipped from his lips.

Vynter
My will is a sword that cuts down anything in my way


@Roscorro - sorry this is short and whatever but I feel this is what Vynter would do and because they have this established relationship there isn't much more needed here xD