“Damn that stupid damn monster, dammit!”
The string of
eloquent profanities leaks freely and oh-so-
delicately from my lips, followed by many others under my breath, some more incoherent mumblings of
frustration rather than actual
words. Like all the others, I land in a graceless heap on the foreign ground, tossed from the sky like a ragdoll with my legs flailing every which way, and more than a little disoriented by this new world that I find myself in. Twisting my lips as something between a groan and growl hisses from between my teeth, I shove myself back to my feet.
I shake my head, blinking away the tangled curls that have fallen in front of my eyes, before I try to take in exactly what I’m up against here. It doesn’t seem quite...
real. The colors aren’t natural—all of the plants are more of a shadowy purple and blue mess, rather than the natural greens and browns of everywhere else in the universe—and I get the distinct feeling that we’re all being watched. Like the forest itself is somehow
alive.
I suppress a shudder, uncomfortable with the prickling that runs up and down my spine, and instead shrug my muscled shoulders with a gruff exhale of breath.
I’m not scared, I tell myself stubbornly, and narrow my eyes (in case they get any weird ideas of popping wide at any of these strange happenings). Soon I feel Cutlass climbing up one of my legs and clambering onto the curve of my haunches, her forked tongue flicking out with a disgruntled hiss. I turn my head and eye her sideways, low-key checking to make sure she’s not injured. Satisfied that the two of us are fine (at least as
fine as anyone can be in a time like this), I broaden my attention to the crowd around me.
And then I
see him.
It’s
him!
“KID!” I practically screech his name, an inelegant call that no
proper lady could possibly muster, and I throw my head with a toss of excitement before I charge forward. I may or may not have knocked over a wee foal or two in my eagerness, but I don’t even
care—it’s
him! I haven’t seen him in so long (
too long) and
no one is going to get in the way of this reunion.
There are two people already close to him—a huge
dragon (what the hell?) and a spider-webbed filly I’ve never seen (because I’d remember markings like that)—but it’s like they’re not even
there. Literally. I shove them aside, forgetting to slow down before I reach that beloved bastard of mine, and ram into his chest with something of a rough embrace.
“Brother! It’s you! I found you!” I babble things that I’ll definitely be embarrassed of later, pressing into his neck and messing up his hair, breathing him in. Screw everyone else.
tag; @Kid
“Speech.”
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{SWP participation}
Magics:
{*](SAFE) Earth (U) | The ability to cause thorny vines to grow from the ground that move at her will and contain a mildly painful toxin.\n\nEnchanted items\n{*}None!\n\nRift-god / Kaos items\n{*}3 Kaos amulets.\n\nAmulets : 3\n\nCompanion/s : \n[*}Cutlass [ Gold Dragon | Mythical, royal | Fire Breath | 0 months ] hatched yesterday (07/12/2017).
Requests: Bringing over her items:
:: [ Item: Wolf Pelt Cloak | Defensive. Black wolf pelt held with leather straps across chest. ]
:: [ Item: Dragon Blowgun | Offensive. A small, metal blow dart gun carved like a dragon. ]
:: [ Item: Militaristic Saber (‘Ballbuster’) | Offensive. Curved, double-edged sword; blade is dyed blood red, hilt is made of white bone and wrapped with black leather for grip. ]
The Portal
