[Maedhros is currently in the shape of a very large, very annoyed looking unicorn. With a snort he tosses his wild red mane in a very aggravated gesture of displeasure. He was not at all pleased with finding himself in this form.]
I'm not best pleased with this turn of events.
[He grumbles rather sulkily, stamping a hoof into the ground to punctuate how little he likes this new form.]
How am I even supposed to play this game when I don't even have hands?
Licorice Castle
[One way or another he ends up in the castle taking out his displeasure of being turned into a horned horse by terrorizing the bats. Jumping and snapping at them with his teeth, shrieking like a banshee and generally just kicking up a fuss.]
Out! Out you fiends!
[When he starts laughing like a maniac as he's galloping through the castle halls it might be time for somebody to step in and get him to calm down a bit.]
Five-horned mountain goats
[A fight was what he'd been expecting when he came upon the goats, a welcome challange to let him burn out some of the rage that had been building ever since this whole thing started. But, like so often is the case, what he'd wanted was not what he'd gotten.
Now the damned things were making eyes at him! He'd already given one of the bolder ones a sturdy kick with his back legs when it tried cozying up to him and he was side-eyeing another one that was hanging around too close for comfort.]
Don't you dare!
[He bares his teeth at it as he lays his ears flat in a show of aggression.]
Maedhros | The Silmarillion
[Maedhros is currently in the shape of a very large, very annoyed looking unicorn. With a snort he tosses his wild red mane in a very aggravated gesture of displeasure. He was not at all pleased with finding himself in this form.]
I'm not best pleased with this turn of events.
[He grumbles rather sulkily, stamping a hoof into the ground to punctuate how little he likes this new form.]
How am I even supposed to play this game when I don't even have hands?
Licorice Castle
[One way or another he ends up in the castle taking out his displeasure of being turned into a horned horse by terrorizing the bats. Jumping and snapping at them with his teeth, shrieking like a banshee and generally just kicking up a fuss.]
Out! Out you fiends!
[When he starts laughing like a maniac as he's galloping through the castle halls it might be time for somebody to step in and get him to calm down a bit.]
Five-horned mountain goats
[A fight was what he'd been expecting when he came upon the goats, a welcome challange to let him burn out some of the rage that had been building ever since this whole thing started. But, like so often is the case, what he'd wanted was not what he'd gotten.
Now the damned things were making eyes at him! He'd already given one of the bolder ones a sturdy kick with his back legs when it tried cozying up to him and he was side-eyeing another one that was hanging around too close for comfort.]
Don't you dare!
[He bares his teeth at it as he lays his ears flat in a show of aggression.]