The Portal
09-27-2017, 06:55 PM
We all have our demons.
The Rift's self-proclaimed champion and savior was both of those, and its scourge, its demon; the Rift itself was both life and death, destruction and renewal. It was a giver, it was a taker. It rushed up, a tide of shadow-black bodies, but just as incorporeal. Bright eyes, bright tongues, lick your skin. They leave scorched, hissing marks where they kiss you, before the tide moves on.
The Rift's self-proclaimed champion and savior was both of those, and its scourge, its demon; the Rift itself was both life and death, destruction and renewal. It was a giver, it was a taker. It rushed up, a tide of shadow-black bodies, but just as incorporeal. Bright eyes, bright tongues, lick your skin. They leave scorched, hissing marks where they kiss you, before the tide moves on.
the Rift
life between worlds
life between worlds
[ ACCEPTANCE NOTES: DARIAN ]
Magic:
Offensive: Lava pours from his hooves.
Vanity Magic:
The tide licks your orb from existence.
Entire body spontaneously bursts into harmless flames.
