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I don't care about sunny days. - Lohengrin - 01-09-2018 I've got myself trapped in the black of your heart
An imposing form moved purposefully through the smoke; a giant among shadows, towering over the jealous leering eyes that watched him pass through the murk of the forest. The soft lilting song of bells followed the traveller, a gentle and cheerful foil to the cruel and merciless landscape. For a moment, he paused and the music ceased after a moment of unsoundly clangor. A fork of lightning illuminated the wood for the hair's breadth of a moment, uncloaking the vagabond of the darkness that enveloped him. The light revealed a rough-looking, wind-tossed sort with a dark wet coat that may have been a pleasant golden color if it had been dry. He bore an engraved harness that was slick with rain, all hung with bright little bells. Two lethal-looking horns rose from his noble profile (if his Roman nose could be called that) like twin thorns, glittering gold in the flash. The slow drag of his breath caused the shock of whiskers sprouting from the soft skin of his nose (perhaps the only soft thing about him) to quiver erratically, as if they were electrified themselves. And as soon as the lightning lit up the skies, the darkness claimed him once more, casting the dark shroud of night over his world-weary body. He sighed heavily, perhaps more out of frustration than exhaustion, and continued on his pathless way, not entirely convinced about the choices that brought him to this strange and wicked place.Please excuse the rusty post! I'm getting used to him haha. Here are his thingss: Magic: Knowledge - Can communicate with birds. Enchanted item: Four golden horseshoes that will stay on his hooves no matter what. Normal item: Leather harness engraved to look like wood, attached with bells that jingle softly as he moves. RE: I don't care about sunny days. - Roscorro - 01-09-2018
RE: I don't care about sunny days. - Lohengrin - 01-10-2018 I've got myself trapped in the black of your heart
Amidst the rain and thunder, the lone traveller heard a call echo through the wood. White-rimmed ears swivelled with uncertainty as they attempted to locate the direction of the voice. He had not encountered another soul in who-knows-how-long, and justifiably felt a bit wary to meet anyone who haunted dark forests in the night, conveniently forgetting that this stranger may very well think the same thing about him. For a moment, he wondered if he should even reply; however, it occurred to him that whomever had called out already sensed his presence, so it was useless (or even dangerous) to feign ignorance. Perhaps he was being cynical, or even worse--paranoid. Why should he assume that anyone doing the exact same thing as he was doing had ill intentions? Plus, if they sought to harm him, why would they be making their presence known in such a conspicuous manner?With purposeful indiscretion, Lohengrin snorted out rainwater from his nostrils. He paused once more, trying to discern the stranger from the hundreds of little lights that dotted the shadows. After a moment of squinting into the night, he caught a shadow much bigger than the others--so big in fact that it seemed to loom over him. Now, although the traveller had seen his fair share of years and had walked more miles than nearly anyone he knew, but in all the miles his hooves had covered and all the cities he had once prowled, he had only met four beasts larger than himself: his three brothers, and a legendary gladiator in the Fighting Pits who they called the Mountain, but only in whispers. All four of these creatures had beaten him smartly in combat, and when he had fought with the latter, he had nearly lost his life. With this fact in mind, Lohengrin eyed the shadow warily, tensed muscles tracing taut lines beneath his wet skin, ready to fight or flee or what-have-you. In case the stranger had not heard him, Lohengrin called out into the night. "Hail," he replied, doubting that his hoarse, barely used voice was any match for the summer storm that raged on about them. He couldn't remember the last time that he had spoken to anyone; perhaps it was better that way. RE: I don't care about sunny days. - Rift Presence - 01-11-2018
The portal smokes from the direction of which you came, the tendrils licking out in the darkness as it races to reach you. Once it does, it crawls across your back, touching in a surprisingly gentle caress as it subtly touches and changes your magic and your magic item. When it’s finished, it recoils, returning back to the darkness where it came, leaving you behind with all items and magic in tact other than the slight changes. the Rift | ACCEPTANCE NOTES : Lohengrin | Magic: Knowledge: Can communicate with birds, but doing so makes him thirsty. The Rift slightly changes your magic. Items: Offensive: Four golden horseshoes that stay on his hooves no matter what, but squeak when he walks. The tendrils touch and change the horseshoes. Normal item transfers fine! Just link it to this post in your profile :) The Rift changed your magic and your enchanted item a bit, if you don’t want the changes you can trial to have it fixed! <3 RE: I don't care about sunny days. - Roscorro - 01-14-2018
RE: I don't care about sunny days. - Lohengrin - 01-27-2018 I've got myself trapped in the black of your heart
Through the rain, Lohengrin saw the other's silhouette drawing ever closer. He could make out the faint outline of giant wings curving over a powerful frame, reddish in the faint light. The stranger paused several lengths away from him; quite a respectful distance, he noted, although he wouldn't let his guard down quite yet. White rimmed ears flicked forwards as the other spoke, considering each word carefully. Curiosity bloomed into skepticism on the buckskin's face, and the ears curved away in contemplation. "Yes," he said hesitantly, although it was unclear exactly which question he was answering. Lightning split the sky in twain once more, momentarily illuminating the other. Golden eyes beheld a behemoth of a creature, neither horse nor dragon but some strange amalgamation of the two. In a subtle motion--although not too subtle as to avoid being noticed by a practiced eye--Lohengrin tilted his head downwards so that his twin horns aligned with the hybrid's neck. He did not notice the tendrils of dark smoke caressing his very soul, but he did notice the sounds his shoes made when he inadvertently leaned back onto his hind hooves. "What in Mercy's name--" the wanderer cursed, momentarily taking his eyes off the dragon-kind and peering out into the darkness beyond. He stomped a giant forehoof, and was dismayed to hear the very same sound--a queer sound like two wet trunks rubbing against one another. Lohengrin glanced back up at the stranger, eyes narrowing suspiciously. His shoes had been all but silent just a moment ago--was this some kind of prank the other was playing on him, some kind of intimidation tactic? Perhaps the stranger was a trickster spirit, meaning to steal his eyeballs or something. "What is the meaning of this?" he demanded brusquely, taking a step backwards (causing his shoes to squeak quite comically in the process) and curling his head even lower in an even less subtle defensive display. "What is this place and what are your intentions with me?" If this rocky and winding road of a life had taught Lohengrin anything, it was to trust no-one and nothing. He had escaped many confrontations by the skin of his teeth many times, and not just by simple luck. sorry for the delay -- i got sidetracked by computer issues @_@ @Roscorro RE: I don't care about sunny days. - Roscorro - 01-28-2018
ooc: A piece of hope has been shared with Lohengrin. Piece of Hope. A fist-sized ball of pleasant light, giving hope and light to whomever has it. Infinitely split-able. Mitigates the harmful and violent effects of the Rift. @Lohengrin |