Untouched

Success. Well kind of. He had managed to get past the portal, find himself an establishment, and got his wound taken care of. There were plenty of missteps along the way and it became quickly apparent to Misael that this place of toxic veins and intentions was not to be fucked with. He would have to always keep his guard up if he wanted to remake himself in this this....whatever kind of realm he had ended up in. Misael's mind tries to push down the agony of watching Lazarus's black cat form fade away as the rift stole him up and away from his bonded. He tries to push away the pain in his chest as the magical flame within his soul was snuffed away by the this force, by the evil yellow eyes. He knew a different kind of darkness rested within evil golden orbs and Misael will stop at nothing until his ebonite lion is back by his side. That was what his companionship meant to him and without Laz, Mis felt bare, empty, weak. You will prevail. Jumping back into reality, heat rises in hot waves, seeping into his skin and warming his hooves. His coat does not shine, lacking all luster. Dried and fresh sweat soak his body and small, healing cuts along with the gash on his hindquarters still sting with the salty sweat that drips into his wounds. His hair was only slightly less untangled then it was when he first arrived here in the rift. Dried blood and sweaty skin. What a beautiful sight. His golden eyes blazed across the desert of cracked soil and flying water. He could feel the raging power of heat and water, it did not deter him but rather brought him closer, watching the geysers spit out their venom and soak up the soil as its victim. Traveling deeper into this arid land, Misael found himself beside a small lake and peering at his own body and the warm water, he found himself slowly emerging his aching, tired muscles into the mineral-rich water. It was instantly blissful as the water lapped up to his sides and the weight of his massive height was taken off his hooves and given to the water. His tresses floated around him and his blood stained the clear waters as the sweat, dirt, and grime drifted off his midnight azure skin. The water was perfectly warm and a great sigh left the man as his ears floated back and his eyes closed, allowing himself to soak in the sweetness of this moment. No demons could reach him here. OCC: open for anyone! Misael