The attack was over extremely quickly as the creature turned tail and ran. It had been hurt. Normally the stallion would have felt bad. But the animal had attacked his friend. He held no pity for it. His spirit writhed inside. It wanted to chase after it. To inflict more damage. Make it pay for drawing Rixen's blood with its life. He'd leave its corpse impaled upon the bamboo as a sign that nothing should mess with his things. And that was not him. He blinked. Moving away from Rixen as he walked towards what had been dropped. He didn't want the other to see him like that. It was not him. It was the darkness. The voice that constantly echoed in his mind. Haunted his dreams.
He shook himself. Easing the tension of battle out of his frame as he lowered his head to sniff the horn. "Would this possibly be what you seek?" He asked. It was a horn. Maybe they'd gotten lucky? Though perhaps Rixen would not describe the attack as luck. The darkness within calmed once more, Rosco turned back to Rixen. Worry swam in his stormy eyes. "Are you badly hurt?" He asked, seeking to investigate the wounds. Heat would build up within his body as his magic rose to the surface. If the other did not balk away, it would spread outward. Enveloping him in its warm magic. He would feel as if he were wrapped in a warm embrace as the magic sought tot erase all signs of attack from the other's hide. Healing any wounds inflicted. If Rixen did in fact resist the touch, Rosco would withdraw. Keeping his magic to himself.
I may not be the most important person in your life.
I just hope when you hear my name,
You smile and say "That's my friend!"
Green Labyrinth
