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hello, alone - Persephone - 07-13-2017
Magics: {*]SAFE Magic: Light (P) | Coat pulses with light when a soul is born into the world; interval and intensity depends on proximity. Restrictions | Of no use in battle. Must have permission from a player to know about a specific birth.\n\nCompanion/s : \n{*}Companion: Kitsune | Mythical, common. Birth date: Mid Drench, 1172. Obtained 8-25-2016. \n\nSpecies change (if applicable) : n/a\n\nRequests:\nFor her magic, I know that it needs to change since it\'s passive. I was wondering if I could use something like this to make it a healing magic:\n{*}Each time a soul is born, her coat pulses with light energy, which she can store and use later for healing.\n[*}She glows constantly now and is able to use the light for healing; she just happens to also pulse when a new soul is born. I'd really like it to be healing somehow, and I'd really like to preserve the whole pulsing-when-a-soul-is-born thing, if possible! I don't know if it is but -flails- RE: hello, alone - Rift Presence - 07-14-2017
There's thunder rumbling somewhere, and the cloud-covered sky pulses with sickly green and bright, bloodied reds. The rain sluices down mercilessly.
It wasn't going to stop. Not anytime soon. Not until everything froze over and was covered in deep, deep drifts of snow. The presence lingering the bones of the earth did not consider her a friend—it was, perhaps, vaguely aware that her hooves had touched its corrupted shell before, but she had left. It didn't matter how or why or when. She was one of them. She was one of the many, many who would bring life back to these dying, agonized lands. the Rift [ TRANSFER NOTES: PERSEPHONE ] Magic: Healing: Stores the excess energy of nearby births as a light in her coat. The light can be used to heal. Companion: Alecto: Kitsune Obtained: 25th August 2016 Birth Date: Mid-Scorch, 1172 (adjusted slightly!) RE: hello, alone - Kratos - 07-15-2017 My heart's an artifice, a decoy soul Who knew the emptiness could be so cold? I've lost the parts of me that make me whole I am the darkness, I'm a monster They were home, but they did not want to be. For them, home was the fuel of nightmares, the very reason they had sought salvation in a foreign land in the first place. There had been peace there, a chance at another life, but just as quickly as they’d been thrust into Helovia, it seemed that they were hurled violently back to their birthplace. So many outsiders had filtered into the Rift, similar to how they had ventured into Helovia years ago to flee their corrupted Gods. Many had been slain in their last stand against Kaos’ madness, but none could rival his might, and those who remained had no choice but to step through the portal and pray to their dead Gods that they would be alright. Kratos trailed closely along at Persephone’s side, cerulean eyes peeled and ears twisting with every sound that echoed through the trees. Her voice was soothing to the soul, the song hauntingly familiar, yet the tremor that her melody held was concerning. The Prince could not fault her, and while he had no words to offer her, he hoped that his presence alone would bring her comfort. However, there seemed to be something deeper going on, something beyond the horrors of countless, meaningless deaths and the conundrum of being back here. The furry creature that followed the sunset mare with every step she took was dragging, concerningly so, and the Prince’s brows furrowed as the pair curled around one another on the ground. He knew little of the relationship formed by companion bonds, how they happened or why, but it was clear to see that they both meant the world to one another. Stepping closer, he moved to stand behind her, lowering his head to press a velveteen muzzle into Persephone’s side. “… Is she alright?” He asked softly, eyes shifting from his childhood friend to the lethargic kitsune at her side. Although they were native to the Rift, that didn’t mean they were safe; no one was ever safe here under any circumstance. “We should keep moving, if she’s able. Does she need carried?” "Talking talk here." Code: Here Magics: {*]SAFE - Magic: Dark | Able to transform into a melanistic jaguar that retains his coloring and markings ] \n:: [ Restrictions | Transformation is painful. ]\n{*}SAFE - Magic: Passive | The markings of his coat pulse at irregular intervals, representing when someone dies. The intensity of the glow represents his proximity to the soul.\n\nEnchanted items\n{*}SAFE - Item: Enchanted Cloak | Defensive. Dark mauve in color, decorated with black and dark purple roses at the front of it. Allows the wearer to move without a sound and the cloak is unable to be damaged. ]\n:: [ Restrictions | Offers minimal protection. ]\n{*}SAFE - Item: Lance | Offensive. Able to be controlled at will. ]\n\nRegular Items\n{*}:: [ Item: Jewlery | Two circular earrings piercing his right ear. ]\n{*}:: [ Item: Jewelry | Silver chains tangled around each of his horns. ]\n{*}:: [ Item: Jewelry | Silver chains tied around the base of the tail, dangle approximately 1/3 down the length of the tail. ]\n{*}:: [ Item: Jewelry | Silver bracelet that sits above his right front fetlock. ]\n\nRift-god / Kaos items\n{*}None\n\nAmulets : None\n\nCompanion/s : \n[*}None Species change (if applicable) : None Requests: Since his passive magic needs to be changed, I’m not really sure how I’d like it to be changed. Maybe when somebody dies, he absorbs their last bit of energy unto himself, and it can be stored to attack/cause damage later on? Note: He is a native Riftian! RE: hello, alone - Persephone - 07-15-2017
RE: hello, alone - Rift Presence - 07-16-2017
Another child who abandoned its dying mother. A prodigal son returned.
But this matriarch offered anything but a warm embrace. Flashing lightning paint the black-cloud laden skies with eerie light. As it fades, only more ominous fluorescence fills in the shadows in its wake. Welcome home. the Rift [ TRANSFER NOTES: KRATOS ] Magic: Transformation: Able to transform into a melanistic jaguar. Knowledge: Coat markings pulse when someone dies; intensity represents his proximity. Items: Vanity: Cloak, dark mauve with black and dark purple roses. Allows the wearer to move without a sound and the cloak is unable to be damaged. The Rift consumes the magic of your lance with a decisively vindictive snarl. * *You may only choose 1 safe pass for items. Your additional SWP pass was used on your 2nd magic. RE: hello, alone - Kratos - 08-01-2017 My heart's an artifice, a decoy soul Who knew the emptiness could be so cold? I've lost the parts of me that make me whole I am the darkness, I'm a monster Her reaction is unexpected, but he remains silently as her side like a sentinel, ever ready to assist. His brows furrow with concern when he notices the tears brimming in her golden eyes, and though he wishes to help, he does not know how. What they had just gone through was like a nightmare realized and the images would surely haunt their minds for a long time to come. As she begins to move, the Prince steps back to give the pair ample room. Should anything give chase to them or attack, it would be difficult to keep the fox (for that was what it was, right?) out of harm’s way and even more so atop Persephone’s back, but they would manage one way or another. “Feel her?” He repeats with incertitude, not risking a glance back to the tiny creature as he begins to lead the way despite his curiosity. The mauve devil walks only a hair in front of her, just enough to offer his guidance as they carefully pick their way through the dense, dismal forest. Never does he stray far, allowing his presence to comfort her when his words would most certainly fail him in such an endeavor. Still, he tries, anything to help soothe the sunlit maiden’s mind, especially when it was painfully clear just how dearly she cared for the furry heap upon her back. “Can you communicate with her? I saw a few such bonds in Helovia, but I know nothing of them.” With her next question, the Prince’s jaw grows taut. To be honest, he doesn’t even know where they are now; despite his roots, Jaeger had been firm on not allowing him to stray into many sectors of the Rift. His Shield had been to them all and seen nearly every creature beneath the Rift’s tainted, blackened canopy, or so he had said, and if they were truly as dangerous as he’d told him, they needed to get to familiar grounds as quickly as they were able. “First, we need to get out of this place,” he supplied lowly as cerulean eyes swept the area around them, ever alert, ever ready. “I have never been here. I would suggest we find familiar ground, and if we are able, locate some shelter and a healer for your friend.” "Talking talk here." RE: hello, alone - Persephone - 08-14-2017
RE: hello, alone - Kratos - 08-25-2017 My heart's an artifice, a decoy soul Who knew the emptiness could be so cold? I've lost the parts of me that make me whole I am the darkness, I'm a monster He was silent as he listened tentatively to her answer, genuinely interested in the knowledge she beseeched to him. In Estanzia, he could recall seeing such bonds a handful of times, but as a colt, he’d paid little mind to them. After all, the Prince to an autocratic Kingdom whose people were on the verge of rampaging through the streets and had the murder of their monarchs on their minds had much, much bigger things on his mind. But now, despite his solicitude for why they had been thrust back into the Rift after growing accustomed to Helovia, Kratos found he was still deeply interested to learn of what his childhood friend had been up to, what she would do now, and how he could help to ease her disquietude. Something she says throws him for a loop, and in his utter confusion his next step is delayed. “From eggs?” He asks incredulously, a gentle chuckling escaping his lips as he casts his cerulean gaze to his sunset companion. The Rift was an outlandish place to call home, for sure, but to think that this little fox upon her back had come from an egg was a strange concept indeed. ”Bizarre.” When next she speaks, though, Kratos’ own expression falters. He yearns to reach out to her, to get closer, but the Prince is a fickle creature and knows not how to properly show it, or if he even should. Drawing in a deep breath, he instead looks forward once more and instead speaks with the intent to soothe. “Well,” he begins, “I’m certain we can find help somewhere along the way, but we must stay vigilant – night is drawing near.” Of course, the Rift seemed to be tainted by perpetual darkness nearly everywhere, but that didn’t mean that the midnight hour did not exist. “And then, perhaps I can truly meet your Alecto.” With that, the mauve stallion continued to lead the way, cutting through the dense vegetation to leave the portal far behind them. Where they would end up, he had no idea – he had no particular destination in mind – but anywhere would work, so long as it was far, far away from Estanzia. "Talking talk here." |