its been too long

Shadows swirl around their dark, lingering son. There is a renewed malice from the sudden vigor of these neon lights. A particularly malevolent green gleams in hungry, malevolent delight as a voice echoes through them. The soft whisper bounces between raindrops, dripping across your face, seeking to invade your nostrils and throat.

It suffocates, steals, bends, break.

It is ever hungry.

the Rift

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[ACCEPTANCE NOTES : KANE ]

Magic:
Immortality: Killed by breaking off horn and stabbing in heart with it.
Defensive: Flares of orange fire burst from hide with heightened emotion.
The faceless voice slips in and steals away your final magic, in its wake it leaves one mutated.

Vanity Magic:
Vanity: Horn-tip appears to constantly expel smoke and embers.