Rouge
New.
Rouge is accustomed to being the new person - he’d traveled to so many places, met so many faces, it is second nature to him now. It is no different in Delumine, and despite Somnus’ courteousness and the (generally) nice welcoming committee, he would have to acquaint himself with everyone individually. Only recently finding himself within Dawn’s ranks, Rouge knew little about the meeting, or the beast who seemed to haunt the kingdom’s memory. He can only put his best hoof forward, and patrol the borders of Delumine to the best of his ability.
This is how he finds himself in Viride, of course. Closely knit oak and hickory hide any light that may protrude onto the floor beneath. Dim, the air beneath the canopy is cold and unforgiving, so much so that Rouge can hardly focus on anything but. The memory of the desolate, unforgiving winter that claimed the lives of all he held so dear in fresh in his memory, and the breeze is enough to make him tuck tail and run.
But he doesn’t...he never does. Winter was coming, so he might as well adapt now.
The sound of a twig snapping pulls him from his haze, and he looks down to the branch that lay beneath his feet. Russet ears swivel to the sound of rustling beneath the limbs of a large oak, ears prick at the feminine hiss of a voice - “You’re going to scare away the beast with all that racket!” she growls, peering around the tree and rolling her eyes. Rouge chuckles, a quick-witted reply slipping off his tongue.
“With your attitude, I’m sure you’ve already scared it away.” As she turns her rump towards him, he backs away, careful to avoid any well-placed kicks that may come his way.
Rouge is accustomed to being the new person - he’d traveled to so many places, met so many faces, it is second nature to him now. It is no different in Delumine, and despite Somnus’ courteousness and the (generally) nice welcoming committee, he would have to acquaint himself with everyone individually. Only recently finding himself within Dawn’s ranks, Rouge knew little about the meeting, or the beast who seemed to haunt the kingdom’s memory. He can only put his best hoof forward, and patrol the borders of Delumine to the best of his ability.
This is how he finds himself in Viride, of course. Closely knit oak and hickory hide any light that may protrude onto the floor beneath. Dim, the air beneath the canopy is cold and unforgiving, so much so that Rouge can hardly focus on anything but. The memory of the desolate, unforgiving winter that claimed the lives of all he held so dear in fresh in his memory, and the breeze is enough to make him tuck tail and run.
But he doesn’t...he never does. Winter was coming, so he might as well adapt now.
The sound of a twig snapping pulls him from his haze, and he looks down to the branch that lay beneath his feet. Russet ears swivel to the sound of rustling beneath the limbs of a large oak, ears prick at the feminine hiss of a voice - “You’re going to scare away the beast with all that racket!” she growls, peering around the tree and rolling her eyes. Rouge chuckles, a quick-witted reply slipping off his tongue.
“With your attitude, I’m sure you’ve already scared it away.” As she turns her rump towards him, he backs away, careful to avoid any well-placed kicks that may come his way.
im not afraid of leaving, not of god & not of death.
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