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The Getaway Car - Ricochet - 02-01-2018 This place fucking sucked. All around there is nothing but chaos and hate and vile things awaiting in the dark to come out and bite you. He didn't choose to be born into this wasteland; yet here the Gods had placed him, to wither away. They had deserved to die; they were all fucking idiots. Although he hadn't watched the drama unfold firsthand, word spread quick around these parts. If one person knew, then everyone knew. It was like the grapevine on steroids.
Supposedly they had tried to free everyone from the grasp of the Rift, by taking over another world far away. Whomever thought that plan would succeed obviously was missing a few straws of hay in the haystack. With a snort the stud worked his way through the trees, eyes of rusty orange keen on their surroundings. Nothing was sacred in this wretched land, he would never truly be safe. He had already suffered much of the season's elements; there had been times where the sun had been too much and he had been graced with the scars of Scald. Along his bodice white scars littered the ebony frame, their nightly glow contrasting against the ripple of his orange and black mane. They itched often, but over the years no matter how hard he would try to scratch and bite the scar; it remained an ethereal reminder of his idiocy. Even now as the sun began to kiss the horizon it was hot; the evening cool having not yet washed over the land. Thus his hide was slicked with sweat, heaving flanks twitching from the occasional insect that might still be about. Despite this time of year being one of the deadliest; Ricochet never truly minded Scorch's harsh, dry heat, because no matter the occasion it was simply there. There were no exceptions to its blight, not passing go and collecting 200 dollars. It simply was, and had no intention of changing or anything. The unicorn found a strange comfort in its consistency. Perhaps this was because there was nothing predictable in the Rift, and in all his years wasting away in this hell, he knew that for sure the seasons would often remain the same. It wasn't long before Ricochet had made his way to the Portal; its dark hues like a dark stormy night. As he watched the light pulsate eerily, he couldn't help but ponder if someone would come through. Would the Rift devour yet another victim? Or would it lay dormant for another day? Joining Notes NATIVE RIFTIAN Vanity Magic: Orange highlights in mane and tail change different colors to mimic molten magma. Thin angled bands wrap around his ankles and also change colors. True Magic: With a stomp of his hoof a line of magma will burst from the ground and burn anyone in its path. (Restrictions up to you) RE: The Getaway Car - Rift Presence - 02-02-2018
Little did you know that the Rift would come for you this day. As you walk into the area, there’s a loud beating sound like thousands of hummingbirds have surrounded you. It seems to sway in an off-kilter rhythm to distract you as it reaches toward you. You feel hardly anything, other than a staticky sensation along your withers. After a few moments, it finds what it wants and alters your vanity magic slightly before retreating – the beating sound immediately falling into silence once it has vanished. the Rift | ACCEPTANCE NOTES : Ricochet | Magic: Offensive: A line of magma bursts from the earth when he stomps his hoof. Vanity Magic: Orange hues in mane, tail, and thin angled bands around his ankles change color to mimic molten magma and glow when he gets angry. The Rift alters your vanity magic. The restrictions on your magma magic can be found in the guidebook! :) RE: The Getaway Car - Abigor - 02-07-2018
RE: The Getaway Car - Ricochet - 02-10-2018 He had been enjoying the peace and quiet while staring out into space. His tail had swished at his hocks lazily, and his rust orange eyes were lazily shifting in different directions. His left hind hoof had risen to rest on its point, hips sloping into a lackadaisical stance as the world slowly began to disappear around him. That was until a small colt had emerged from the bush beside him.
It was with a look of disdain that he turned his crown to face the babe, giving him a nonchalant once over before flicking an ear in his direction. Although his face bore a cocky expression, his words were meaningless to the man. Children always seemed to ask pointless questions. With a soft snort he refused to face the mutated child, and instead opted to continue to stare into the portal calmly. "Shouldn't you be off doing foal things like chasing butterflies and asking your parents 'why' a million times in ten seconds,?" he spoke at last, disinterest lacing his baritone. He honestly didn't give a fuck what this child decided to do, so long as he left him to his own devices. He wasn't here to babysit anyone else's hellspawn. When it was obvious the colt wasn't going anywhere, the brute snorted and finally turned to bare his teeth in his direction,"Can't you take a hint kid? Fuck off." I'm sorry it's so short T-T @Abigor RE: The Getaway Car - Abigor - 02-23-2018
RE: The Getaway Car - Ricochet - 03-13-2018
@Abigor - I'm sorry it's short and awful |