The Portal
07-13-2017, 08:03 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-14-2017, 09:36 AM by Rift Presence.)
It wants
to
—eat them.
They're small and young and wet and fantastic and—
Its teeth—which are not teeth but more like a syringe (axe, bone saw, hungry mouth, eateateateat—) ready to lance into their souls—come up short against that weird fucking thing the Rift has learned to hate and it smells like the FALSE GODS who tore out its hearts and threw into another dimension and left this one to rot and it wants to EAT THEM—
But it fucking can't, and it's so, so sad about that.
to
—eat them.
They're small and young and wet and fantastic and—
Its teeth—which are not teeth but more like a syringe (axe, bone saw, hungry mouth, eateateateat—) ready to lance into their souls—come up short against that weird fucking thing the Rift has learned to hate and it smells like the FALSE GODS who tore out its hearts and threw into another dimension and left this one to rot and it wants to EAT THEM—
But it fucking can't, and it's so, so sad about that.
the Rift
[ TRANSFER NOTES: ERTHË ]
Magic:
Offensive: Body is frigid, and causes frostbite upon contact with others.
Offensive: Can manipulate liquids, causing them to freeze, boil, dry up, etc. Each time she does it, the atmosphere emits a loud siren wail.
Items:
Vanity: A bronze acorn charm that devours light, turning her surroundings pitch black.
Vanity: A feather from the wings of the Helovian Moon Goddess. Even from beyond the grave she's a spiteful bitch - the feather will emit a deep, choking smoke each time it comes near somebody wearing an artifact of Kaos.
Kaos / God Items:
You don't know how you know, but you just know—or maybe it's that deep, distant voice, rumbling like laughter. It's both triumphant and slightly traumatized, a wild sound. The bow and the fang vibrate. After a moment, they still. But you know, this won't be the last of it.
Bow is temporarily useless.
Amulets:
They shatter. It's a relatively peaceful event, but the aftermath, is not. The residue of the Sun makes your hair and wings drip flame, harmless to your freezing body and the drenched world—but come the next Scorch..? And what is left of the Moon glitters in your hoof prints, wherever you have stepped.
The Rift feels the presence of your eye—and for a moment, it's cold and useless in its socket. Then, it goes back to normal. Whatever magic was cast on it, either the Rift does not want it, or the Rift cannot take it.
[ TRANSFER NOTES: VAN ]
Something bites you. It makes you super duper fucking pissed off, and you'll go on a five minute rampage before collapsing in a heap.
[ TRANSFER NOTES: ALVAH ]
Magic:
Crafting: Able to craft with crystal.
Species change: Alvah is now unicorn x pegasus x dragon.
