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Pixellated Dreams - Pixel - 01-15-2018 One would think it would be a good deal harder to transport yourself between realms. At the very least, one would know that they had done so, right? Wrong. Pixel was still galloping like she was trying to flee from a demon when the dark woods suddenly got a lot creepier. There was so much smoke and mist, that the mare could scarcely see her hooves. She suddenly realized that even if she looked back behind her, there was nothing but mist...and terrifying glowing eyes from the shadows. She shuddered, having slowed down when she realized something weird was going on, and felt the urge to quicken her pace again. To just run and maybe this was all in her paranoid head. Still, there was just something wrong with the entire atmosphere. She didn't know what it was, but something was very off about this place. Part of her wanted to call out, see if perhaps there were any other horses near that could help her, but the sight of those neon eyes kept her firmly silent. She had a feeling that something was going to jump out and try to eat her. This was definitely not how she had expected it all to end. ooc; Vanity Magic: The very pink skin of her muzzle changes color completely when she's feeling different emotions - blue for sad, green for envy, red for anger, etc. Magic: Healing Magic: Seeing pain or injury causes her to cry, and these tears have healing properties. RE: Pixellated Dreams - Otem - 01-16-2018
RE: Pixellated Dreams - Pixel - 01-16-2018 Hope was something that Pixel was definitely low on. Her hooves felt heavier with each step she took, and the adrenaline in her veins that was keeping her going was running low. There was a strange feel to this place, beyond anything she had ever felt before. Magic abounded, though she didn't know it yet. Before stepping through the portal, she had never known anything about magic. A voice calling to her finally stopped her, and a part of her was thankful to not have to keep up the mid-speed she had been at. It hadn't been a proper gait, really, which was not at all comfortable to continue doing. Perhaps the voice would be able to help her figure out where she was...and where she was supposed to go to get out of this creepy place. Turning just as the voice said that she had something for Pixel, the white mare's heart about stopped. The owner of the voice was unlike any equine she had ever seen before. Wings, horns...she seemed to glow. Her eyes widened a bit, and she took a hasty step back. "Wh-who are you?" She questioned. RE: Pixellated Dreams - Rift Presence - 01-16-2018
The dark encompasses the world around you, the neon eyes growing brighter and brighter after every second that passes. The Portal recognizes Otem and leaves her be, unable to see what is happening to the newest life within the Rift. As it approaches you, it caresses you gently as though it’s breathing a cool wind down your neck. Slowly, it adjusts the vanity magic you bring and steals the healing magic for its own hunger. After a few moments, the dark returns to light and the eyes dismiss you with uninterest, allowing you to continue on your way. the Rift life from death | ACCEPTANCE NOTES : Pixel | Vanity Magic: The pink end of her muzzle changes color completely depending on emotion and acts like a stamp if she touches another part of her own body. The Rift slightly changes your vanity magic. Magic: The Rift also steals your healing magic. Welcome to the Rift! You can get your healing magic back as well as your vanity magic fixed back to normal by doing Trials should you wish to! The Portal can be harsh to newcomers, but there’s always a way to fix what has been done! :) RE: Pixellated Dreams - Pixel - 01-16-2018 The other mare had no chance to respond, however, before the eyes watching glowed brighter. Pixel might not have even noticed, if it had not been for the feeling of a cool breeze down her neck. Everything looked still darker, if that was possible, making her feel as though she was in a dream. A horrible dream. She wasn't sure what was happening for a few moments, and then the darkness receded again, and Pixel, glancing around with a shiver, could no longer really seen the eyes. She touched her muzzle to her shoulder, wondering if she felt as cold as she thought she would after that. Her skin still felt normal body temperature, though. What was left behind was a mark in the shape of her muzzle, in a bright neon orange sort of color. "Wh-what? What is happening?" RE: Pixellated Dreams - Otem - 01-16-2018
RE: Pixellated Dreams - Pixel - 01-16-2018 The other mare, who had initially frightened Pixel to a certain degree, now seemed perfectly safe to her. After all, she had a look on her face that showed that she had some handle on this situation, even if there was also a sense that there was nothing that could be done. Pixel's curved ears pricked forward, taking in what the other female was saying. So there were many equines that had had this happen to them...And...magic? Safe? Pixel didn't really feel safe. She did sort of feel different, though, the fading orange mark on her shoulder being the major clue there. "I-i didn't even know I had magic," she mumbled. Before this, she had been a totally normal horse, right? Apparently, though, there had been something hidden within her, because this thing had clearly done something to her. "I'm Pixel," she responded, attempting to force her tight muscles to relax, "Nice to meet you." Although the words felt a little hollow - she would much rather not be in this terrifying place. RE: Pixellated Dreams - Otem - 01-16-2018
RE: Pixellated Dreams - Pixel - 01-17-2018 Pixel couldn't argue with that. It certainly would appear that she now had magic. Although the white mare could not possibly think of a reason that this force that, from what she could gather, was not a benevolent one would actually give her something. Maybe it had always been there, but wherever she had been before was not an environment that supported such things? She had certainly never seen a horse with horns or wings or...glowing bits. Pixel watched in awe as the ball of light split in two, one of them coming to hover near her shoulder, illuminating the slowly fading neon stamp. There was something comforting about it, as though it was whispering that things would be okay. "So, we can heal those parts just by spreading hope? Or is there something more we can do?" It made more sense to do more to get it done, so they could feel truly safe here. Since Pixel could no longer see any hint of the portal back to her world, she assumed they were stuck here. "I'm not exactly sure what my homeland was called...I was not in a herd for very long, there was some awful flooding and everyone got separated. It was just my parents and myself, and we moved around a lot. I got separated from them not long ago...I didn't mean to come here, I didn't even notice the portal," she shook her head, wondering how she had missed it and if perhaps she could have avoided this, "But it's also not like I had anywhere to go back there, either." RE: Pixellated Dreams - Otem - 01-17-2018
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