Outsiders

When there's madness, when there's poison in your head When the sadness leaves you broken in your bed "SAOIRSE!" Iskra calls out hoarsely, having arrived not long before and body still raw with screaming in terror and grief. The shadows that plagued this place had gotten him separated from Zekle and Mauna, and while he'd still need to search for them to regroup, he was thrilled to find a familiar face among the dreary alien realm they had all been flung into. As he neared, Iskra extended his muzzle in greeting, offering the strength of his neck and shoulder to help lift the colt back onto his feet if need be. Unfortunately, the Rift hadn't just taken from Iskra (and all of them), it had also given Iskra some things, or better said, changed them. Wings that once produced harmless sparks now stunk like rotten eggs and could elicit a smart shock if touched. Still new to the boy, Iskra was careless of this, and at this point had gotten used to his own odor. From around his flank, a small humpback whale drifted forth, gliding through the air as if in the sea, multiple fins flapping slowly at his sides. The Leviathan peered on curiously at this colt Iskra knew, glad for the distraction to his grief-wrought bonded, who had lost too many friends and family already. "Are you alright?" Iskra asked, grimacing as he said it. "I mean, I know you're not... but are you injured at all?" Iskra I will hold you in the depths of your despair And it's all in the name of love

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