Kings and Vagabonds

Chaos has a way of turning the natural order of things on its head. Sometimes it just means that those who live perish, or that life as one knows it is altered beyond recognition. But sometimes, it can also give those who were once dead, another shot at life.

Through the open tear between the fabrics of reality, a thing came flowing in from the great void. Neither ghost nor demon, nor living thing it was, and with no more substance than the memory of a dream. Torn from its slumber by the great powers of the portal, ripped from its resting place for reasons unknown, it was washed into the Rift and hung in the air like a tattered wisp of silvery energy, weak and vulnerable and without purpose. As it was heavier than the air, the essence soon began to drift down towards the ground and soaked into the damp loam with the rain, gone without a trace.

For the longest time, nothing happened.

Until, quite suddenly, the moist earth began to bulge and heave. Writhing and churning it rose steadily upwards, forced from beneath by some living thing, something that which, like a sprouting seed, reached towards the dim lights of the sky. Birds quieted in the trees and all around the area, animals stilled and watched in dewy-eyed surprise as the crust of earth split open and birthed forth a stallion. Gasping for breath it coughed and spluttered, mud and earth exploding from the mouth and the flaring nostrils with every desperate heave of the chest, and with each kick and scrape of dark slate hooves. Roots tangled the steely-hued frame in a tight embrace, wrapped around legs and neck, around the throat, as if to keep it locked in this earthen prison. But the stallion was too strong, too ferocious in its struggle and slowly, painstakingly, the horse dug its way up from the ground.

Once free, it lay sprawled upon the ground for a long time, the long legs splayed out and pale mane spread over a pillow of moss and leaf. Asleep, it seemed, or merely so exhausted from the struggle that it could not keep its eyes open; only the gentle rise and fall of the side revealed any sign of life. Rain streamed down from the overcast sky; gradually the mud and dirt that caked across its hide was washed clean, revealing the metallic gold and silver hues of the coat in all its splendor.

All was still, and quiet, and when nothing else happened, the creatures of the area resumed their nightly errands and blanketed the surroundings in a heavy film of sound.

For the longest time, all the stallion did was to lie there and listen, eyes closed as he absorbed the cacophony of sound that enveloped him, the feeling of ground beneath his body and the touch of rain upon his skin. Each breath was sweeter than anything he had ever tasted, and neither the damp nor the soreness in his limbs could suppress the great wave of joy that gradually rose up from within as he realized the nature of this miracle.

He was alive.

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This is all I ever Was

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OOC:

Magic

- Able to regenerate wounds and regrow limbs by absorbing life energy and organic matter.
- Able to grow plants from seed and manipulate their movements with his thoughts
- Able to speed up or slow down the time around objects and people, causing them to age or rejuvenate


{Lace comes from Helovia but as he died on that site I have no idea if I should join him as a completely new character or transfer his old magic... so I\'ve used basically the same elements as he had before, but tweaked them a bit to make it more interesting.\nALSO if I\'m not allowed to revive a dead character like this, just have the Rift Presence kill him again. I don\'t want to make trouble.}

Items

- Dragon pendant - A white pendant in the shape of a dragon that come alive to defend him if he is physically threatened.

@Rift Presence