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king of nothing no more - Azarel - 07-19-2017
Magics: {Fire (P) | Shoulder markings turn into a harmless fire when he is experiencing heightened emotions ] \n:: {Restrictions | Harmless; of no use in battle}\n\n{Fire x Wind | Ability to create firestorms: conflagrations of intense temperature, incinerating any and everything in the path. The flames can come from any source of fire or heat, such as simple flames or lava or even solar energy.}\n:: {Restrictions: Once a firestorm has begun, it may be very difficult to stop. Extreme amounts of water may be able to extinguish the fiercest blaze. Cannot be initiated in a location devoid of oxygen.}\n\n{Fire x Water | User\\\'s blood is flaming hot, igniting in contact with air. The user of this power can use their blood as a weapon by heating it to the point where it is as hot as fire.}\n:: {Restrictions: Without Blood Generation, user may end up bleeding too much, even lethally.}\n\nEnchanted items\n- n/a\n\nRift-god / Kaos items\n- n/a\n\nAmulets:\n:: {Spark Amulet} - stolen from Delinne, old and cracked\n\nCompanion : \n- n/a\n\nSpecies change (if applicable) : n/a\n\nRequests: The normal items below please. Wasn\'t sure if the magics are good because he had them on another site. The amulet is on record on Helovia (under Delinne\'s name).\n\n:: {Item: Golden Faceplate | Faceplate similar to this decorated in fire tribals together with a hole for the horn. Given by the gods of Aestralyn.}\n:: {Item: Beads of Gold | Flat beads in mane and tail}\n:: {Item: Necklace | Gold chain necklace with 4 charms :: 1 orange flame, 1 purple lightning bolt, 1 red star, 1 red/white lightning bolt}\n:: [Item: Golden feathers | 3 feathers from his sire Azzaron\'s wing in memory of him, woven into the mane behind the ears} RE: king of nothing no more - Anai - 07-20-2017 The infection, I heard, had spread. Legs weak, they shook as they carried me into the realms of the unknown with my heart throbbing for the loss of my father's warm hide beside me, like the sun being ripped from the sky. No warmth nor light nor guidance and I couldn't breath. My lungs were constricting tighter with each breath I took despite the flare in my ringed nostrils ever growing to try and fuel my steps yet all felt wrong and I missed my woody cove back near the lacing river and crackling pines. This place was familiar but oh so distant, a stranger upon my own lands and a stranger within strangers that my father called Helovians. The very word made my stomach churn. He told me what they did, what they did to my gods. Now they stepped on our lands and felt the rain our gods blessed us with. Fear flicked a switch, my body had twitched with anger. How could my great Kisamoa do this to me, my family, those who walked besides me? They fed off the lands we have lived upon for centuries and took what they could for themselves. I can't breath again. A low growl and my hooves planted, cranium stretching upwards, and over the sound of my jingling jewellery my heart was screaming for me to run but my body freaked into cold sweats and shivers. In the darkness, under the soothing patter and warm smell of the rain that fell, an entirely unwelcome scent reached me. This, this was one of them. The steedy smell reeked of foreign vermin. I watched through the gloom as a shadow crossed my sight, frozen in the silence of this unnerving place. (( pls excuse my rusty soul )) - Native Riftian - Magic: Ability to talk and communicate with the dead, often for the service of others {safe} - Unenchanted items: Black lace which ties her plaits, earrings/studs, nose rings/studs and hair beads, all made out of a mixture of rubies, diamonds, gold and silver. RE: king of nothing no more - Rift Presence - 07-21-2017
The Rift does not know Kings. It does not know of lost companions or pained hearts. It knows only of hunger. And the many scrumptious magics you may offer it. There are even more in this new meat than the old friend of the Rift that joins it. Still, the shadows swirl around, sampling and tasting—never one to pass up a meal. And, once their snake-like tongues have tasted enough, they strike. the Rift [ACCEPTANCE NOTES : AZAREL ] Magic: Offensive: Ability to create firestorms. If used, blinds Azarel for following 24 hours. Defensive: Flaming hot blood that ignites when in contact with air. The Rift devours your final magic and morphs another. Normal items are accepted fine! Just use this thread as link-proof in your profile. [ACCEPTANCE NOTES : ANAI ] Magic: Knowledge: Ability to communicate with only vengeful dead that may possess her mind. The Rift knows no loyalty and mutates the magic of its daughter. Normal items are accepted fine! Just use this thread as link-proof in your profile. RE: king of nothing no more - Azarel - 07-21-2017
RE: king of nothing no more - Anai - 07-23-2017 He approached. My hooves seeded in the ground like roots, my legs pillars like trunks, my body like leaves only shaking without any wind to sway my fragile frame. I couldn't even shift my weight from pillar to pillar, my own body betraying my mind, dooming me to a situation I could have so easily fled from. A divine pale gold, painted in silver which resembled the flicker of flames, and possessing unmatched eyes. Not a detail escaped my sight, not a movement missed. Each breath he took I counted, attempting to steady my nerves. A silence followed his words. I had held my breath and couldn't release, my lungs shrieking for air which consciously I would not allow. But too soon it came, the reflex to flare my nostrils and suck in oxygen with a desperation, repeatedly. His upturned lip was unfamiliar, strange to my eye and my head tilted to one side, trying to figure the stranger out for compliments, compliments were something never gifted to me. "Thank you," My words and breath shook. Sweet tones of relief in a faint whisper, stammered in disbelief and uncertainty. All my father had taught me, all I knew, had not prepared me for this. I was nothing without him. Nothing. My eyes were glazed with worry I couldn't figure out, mind pleading my body to cooperate so I could run. My tongue twisted and I opened my jaw to speak but barely a hollow whisper passed my lips, and they locked with a tremble as I watched him before me. (( and sorry for lateness & he awkwardfearness / @Azarel )) RE: king of nothing no more - Azarel - 07-23-2017
wordcount // 196 tags // @Anai coding by Ina || art by no-per RE: king of nothing no more - Anai - 07-23-2017 For a long few moments of his presence, which felt like an eternity, I was frozen in upset and latching fear for yet again, I found no clear way to respond. I needed my father. His warmth, his protection, his words. My earlier twitching of anger from invaders had dwindled so far that my self created shell darkened further, no confidence left to fulfil any social concept. He was the first I had spoken to outside my family and the dead, the realisation having made my stomach churn sickly. All the while, the bellowing words of my father rotated round my head. There were killers, liars, thieves and all over, pure badness out in the world. My little self I could not protect. So afraid I was, yes, but I could only deny it in an attempt. My jaw unlocked with impulsion in response and words finally left my lips again. "I'm not afraid," Determination strained my innocent chime. Adrenaline from my so simple words fuelled a fire within my trembling loins. Simultaneously, my legs almost buckled and suddenly my mind had freed my body and allowed my muscles freewill. My hindquarters almost gave way and my rump dipped for a brief moment. My tail flicked as I regained balance. I could run. But I didn't. My legs twitched in anticipation, restless to move but now my mind trapping me instead as my eyes finally met his directly. "Anai, my name is, Anai," I watched, my eyes in his for just a few longer moments before a unwanted, but familiar, submissive drop of them came and I couldn't bring myself to look back to him properly. My voice had weakened again, and my ears dipped back ever so slightly. As soon as I had managed to speak with some level of fake courage before, my lip still trembled as I asked what could possibly be the first question of my life, ever. "But you never mentioned your name," (( boop / @Azarel )) RE: king of nothing no more - Azarel - 07-24-2017
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