through the looking glass

The land moves both with you and against you; it seems to shift and, subtly, bend, forming corridors of shadows for you to skulk through, yet it also caresses you with hungry tendrils. The darkness seems to pulse and throb, almost like a pulse, its touch on your fetlocks wet and cold.

the Rift
life between worlds

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[ ACCEPTANCE NOTES: ELEGY ]

Mutations:
All are fine.

Vanity Magic:
White bone markings seems to dance when seen in murky light.

Magic:
Offensive: Can create a nauseating fog.
Defensive: Ability to hide his own presence (sight, smell, and aura) from others.
^ He still makes sounds. You can switch so he can hide his sounds but not his smell, if you'd like. If so, just PM Rift Presence. :)