Daughter of Stinkbutt

                                                               

	When the portal had opened, when Kaos had begun his killings of those who tried to stop him, mortals and Gods alike, Rhiannon hadn't thought twice. "Fuck this." Nothing was holding her back. Nothing was keeping her in an empty land that held little to no meaning. Her only home, her only family had been a few select members of the Basin that had somehow found it in their hearts to give a shit about her. Most of them were dead. Her father was alive, yeah. That was something. Crazy old coot. Who the fuck knew where Arah was. Her sisters were dead and gone. Those that she had loved, had once loved, were far from her grasp, and perhaps it was better that way. The only thing she knew she would truly miss would be the frozen landscape of the Basin and the borealis that had kept her company since the dawn of her birth. Everything else? Yeah. Fuck it. The brindled devil had stepped through the portal boldly, unafraid of what lay on the other side. If it was death, then that was fine. Another world? Perfect. Anything was better than the hell she was leaving behind. The world that she found herself in was unlike anything else she had ever seen, but despite it all, Rhiannon simply felt numb. Loss was a familiar friend, her heart shielded from affection and made bitter by grief. The glowing, blistering eyes that peered at her only caused her to glare in return, angry at their judgemental stares. Who they hell were they to judge her? What had she done to them? "And fuck you." Outside of the prying eyes, however, were the various breeds of vegetation, the glowing fauna and flora amidst the thick trees, gnarled roots and ferns reaching out to trip or ensnare her. Smoke billowed through the canopies, mists danced about her hooves. It was all very strange, very new, but not overwhelming. This was just another land, another place, full of heartbreak and let downs. Ears pinned flat against her skull, Rhiannon lashed out, gnashing her teeth towards the vivid eyes that stared at her, shaking her head as frosted curls fell about her in a tangled mess. Instead of speaking any further, however, the brindled devil simply began to walk, wanting nothing more than to be out of this forest and find someplace a bit more real.

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MAGIC
Weapons Master - Offensive | The ability to, through the use of electric currents, creates a magnetic field that attracts iron fillings and forms weapons.

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