Another cog in the murder machine

You feel a strange presence. It’s dark. Damp. Cold. Alluring. Though you cannot see anything, the sensation of it being there, watching your every movement, makes the skin beneath your fur tingle. It breathes over your shoulder in the form of a frigid, swirling mist. It analyzes you carefully, for you are in its domain; it knows and accepts all who come here. Its eyes are watching you, waiting eagerly to see how your story will unfold...
“Talk.”

the Rift

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| ACCEPTANCE NOTES : Baal |

Magic #1:
Knowledge: If she presses her body up against a tree she can hear any conversation that happened in that area from the past day. However, if she speaks within the following hour, the reverberation of her voice slowly kills any vegetation around her.
The rift slightly alters your magic.

Magic #2:
The rift devours your magic.

Mutations:
Type: White splashes cover her body; they glow subtly during the day, and brightly at night.

Welcome to the Rift! :)