01-30-2018, 01:26 AM (This post was last modified: 01-30-2018, 03:10 AM by Roscorro.)
ROSCORRO
you and atlas are one and the same, my dear
Her crying subsided as she was momentarily distracted by his gruesome mug. She did not scramble to her feet or cry out in fear. perhaps she was simply frozen with terror and unable to attempt such things? He truly hoped not, she had been through quite enough without his ugly self bringing her more trouble. Still she managed a shake of her head in response to his question. He looked over her with a quick glance, just in case she was unaware of her injuries, or too frightened to admit to them. But other then some scraps that he could spy on his knees, she seemed fine. Good. She continued to stare at him with those wide eyes, and he offered a gentle smile, ever careful to keep his lips closed over his fangs. She still did not know what he was not here to eat her. Being a stranger she was no doubt weary about him as it was. Best not give her more reasons to think he was here to hurt her.
When she did finally speak he chuckled. A deep rumbling noise filled with pure warmth and amusement. "No, little dove, I am not Kisamoa. Though I have met him before. He gave me this floating light, actually." He nuzzled the piece of hope before it floated closer to the girl. "I think it likes you." Quietly the orb would begin to glow brighter before splitting in two, gifting the girl with her very own piece of hope, like unto her mother's. "And it has decided to give you a gift!"
He looked back down at her. "My name is Roscorro." Slowly he lowered his frame to the ground until he was kneeling in the dirt, his neck resting on the log as he continued to converse with the filly. He hoped that reducing his actual size and taking a less threatening position that she would feel more comfortable. "And I actually look after a filly that is a about the same age as you are."Little did he know that Gwyn was related to the young lass laying before him.
"Talk."
cursed to hold a weight you can't bear and still standing