Rhone had always been a lover more so than a fighter. And yet, when the time came, Rhone would always be the first to step up and protect those that he held so dear. When he had gone searching for the relic, never had he imagined what this path would truly lead him down. He had thought it to be more of a scholarly journey, not an actual hunt for an actual relic. So naturally, when he stands before the crowd with the relic sitting there staring him in the face, he is pleasantly surprised.
He is quiet, contemplative until the ground beneath him begins to shake. He knows that he has the ability to make the ground quake, but this was not of his doing. He watches in bewilderment as the trees begin to move forward, turning into bones. The sand comes up from where they sand, cloaking the bones in a layer of skin and scales.
There is a part of Rhone that makes his heart ache knowing that the trees and sand are being pulled into a large snake. It hurts to know the earth he works so hard to grow is being misused and turned into something deadly. It angers him and for a moment, he is angry at the gods. He is angry that such beauty has to be turned into such ugliness.
But as each equine heads towards the snake, he has to weigh his options. He is a small stallion with very little brute force. Compared to these draft warriors, he doesn’t stand a chance. But he is also no coward. He cannot just run away or let others fight his battles for him. And so, he does the only thing he can do and attack the center of the serpent, hoping that it is distracted enough. He taps into his magic, growing large vines to encase the middle of the snake and render it motionless (or so he hopes). He knows that his magic is week and she will probably break free, but he has to try. He has to.
Rhone picks Option Two.
