Tarrent'Sloan
You explore another path leading away from Soulful Fields. You come to a large glade, which seems empty.
Then, a large reddish blur comes in front of you rearing, screaming and pawing at the ground.
"AHHHH!"
You scream and fall on your butt. Scrambling, you hide in some leafy bushes.
The creature stops rearing, looks around quizzically, then sits and scratches it's black stockings.
You watch it for a couple of moments. It has black stockings, horse hooves, black stripes running from it's head to the tip of it's tail, and a peculiar mark on it's flank.
I can still see you. You don't hide well.
"Uh...did you say that?"
Yes. Through thought-speak, a language I learned a while ago. I am Tarrent'Sloan, Thunder Warrior. I am a Mirkotto. Unlike many Mirkottie, I am not hyper most of the time. I'd rather have a conversation than run someone over.
You notice that his speech is calm and laid back, so you creep out of you hiding place.
"Do you know anything of the Winged One?" you ask.
His head whips up from scratching. Only that I protect her! He gets up. Why are you so intrested in her? Do you want to steal her powers??? He glares and his eyes blaze in fury.
"Ack! No, no, Trias said something about her, that's all."
Oh. Trias. That Ginnal needs to learn when to be quiet. His ears prick up. I shall be off now. Someone is calling.
He gives his tail a whip and disappears, leaving you in wonder and alone in his glade.
Here are Tarrent'Sloan's Stats
Name: Tarrent'Sloan
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Siblings: That is Unknown as well
Mate: I don't believe so
Offspring: *coughs*
Species: Mirkotto