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Eyes in the Dark
RP Wanted The Portal 
Ruwin the Hopebringer
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Dusk settled over the twisted trees like a blanket. A carpet designed to futilely try and mask the sickly, ominous landscape in shadow. But it only served to increase its dismal atmosphere. Smoke and mist drifted through the ailing trees. Wafting in unnatural ways as it touched each feeble, gnarled branch with its moist breath. The air was still cold, influenced by the previous season. If one could call it that. The Rift did not have seasons. It simply rotated between unbearable, intolerable, and down right determined to kill you. The world was rotating out of its most bitter 'determined to kill you' stage to a new stage of hellish torment. This brought a warmer hint to the air. Soon the air would become far too hot to breath. But as the two demonic 'seasons' changed guard, the temperature was somewhat enjoyable.

On this pleasantly temperate, though dreary hour, a lone figure walked through the forest. Between the time of day and night, where light and shadow dance in a beautiful, violent tango, the stallion moved. His footfalls eerily silent. The Rocky Mountain Horse wove his way through the trees. Careful not to bring himself into the more heavily wooded areas, so as not to hinder his mechanical wings that lay folded at each side. The bronze glittered in the light of the dying sun that managed to pierce through the mist and smoke, lighting upon the lone traveler. The light danced upon his faded cream pelt, slightly disheveled but healthy. The Watcher stopped and turned his head, listening to the sounds of the forest. Or a lack there of. Eyes gazed out at him from within the shadows that grew with the dying sun. The detached orbs  hungrily raking over his body. The Riftian returned their gaze coolly. If those eyes did choose to attack him, he knew that he would very well die. His wings, though once able to carry its master, that he had inherited them from, in flight. Were all but useless to their new owner. It had taken him three years to simply control them in a glide. As jarring and rough as that may be. He needed to acquire more knowledge and power in order to unlock their true potential. Though they would never be able to bring him as high into the heavens as a true Pegasus, they would be were far more useful than they were now.

An escape towards the heavens should the rift choose to attack its own, which it often did, was impossible. And though he could swing the metal appendages like a weapon, those eyes possessed no bodies. Though he wondered if they would have to take on a physical form in order to attack him. It was as much a possibility as anything. Within this world, you could never be sure. What ever the case, he made sure to pay close attention to those eyes. Regarding them with a calm look. Even with the threat of danger within these woods, the stallion remained unperturbed. It wasn't like he could do anything about it. The Rift did what ever it wanted. He had no power to argue that point. What use was there getting riled up over it? Besides, they were not the ones following him. Someone more substantial was shadowing him through this dark place.

Sun glinted on metal once more as two, spider-like machines detached themselves from their places on the metal and leather harness securing the wings to the stallion. About the size of a bird eating spider, these mechanical beings climbed their way up their creator with deft precision. They responded quietly to their creator's command The first climbed up his mane, nestling just behind his ears. While the second moved down his spine towards his crop, before settling into place as a rear guard. If needed, the lone traveler could use them to see around himself without needing to move his head. Such actions could tip off a stalker that he had become aware of their presence. Seeming to grow bored of the watching orbs, Ruwin moved on.

The Watcher had come to the forest to inspect the portal that had been torn into the world. Curious about it and the equine that emerged from its depths. The survivors of a world consumed by his own. He knew not how they would react to a native of the land that devoured theirs and destroyed their lives. As uncertain as his home was, it was far more stable than before. But still dangerous. With the emergence of more magic and these beings, it had become rather wild in a whole new way. With these dangers in mind, it was only natural that he was suspicious of the unknown being following him. They made no effort to hide their approach, even picking up their pace to catch up with him. He slowed his own walk, tapping into the spider that rested on his rump. It came to life, gears whirring, balancing easily on the moving stallion as it gazed out into the growing darkness. As the night grew, so did a familiar, purple light.

Ruwing relaxed, knowing who was now approaching. Though he was not all that thrilled by her appearance. His normal pace resumed, even quickened slightly. He had no desire to become entangled by the mare who emerged from the forest.


OOC:
>> Crafting magic: Able to create enchanted machines and give them commands for them to follow. If they are destroyed while he is controlling them, he receives a sharp pain it his head. The level of pain is determined by how connected he is with that current machine.  (I want this to be his protected magic as a member of the Riftian s. No swallowing, Rift!)

>>Knowledge magic: He can experience senses through the machines!

>>Vanity magic: Steampunk/mechanical wings that are able to be used for unsteady gliding.

>> Unenchanted items: leather leg bands with gold designs inlaid into them. 2 circular earrings in left ear.

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Messages In This Thread
Eyes in the Dark - by Ruwin - 12-02-2017, 10:26 PM
RE: Eyes in the Dark - by K'yarie - 12-03-2017, 03:32 AM
RE: Eyes in the Dark - by Raein - 12-04-2017, 03:20 AM
RE: Eyes in the Dark - by Ruwin - 12-04-2017, 03:56 AM
RE: Eyes in the Dark - by K'yarie - 12-04-2017, 04:26 AM
RE: Eyes in the Dark - by Raein - 12-06-2017, 05:15 AM
RE: Eyes in the Dark - by Rift Presence - 12-09-2017, 09:49 AM
RE: Eyes in the Dark - by Ruwin - 12-18-2017, 01:29 AM
RE: Eyes in the Dark - by K'yarie - 12-18-2017, 02:38 AM
RE: Eyes in the Dark - by Raein - 12-23-2017, 08:04 PM
RE: Eyes in the Dark - by Ruwin - 01-01-2018, 01:09 AM
RE: Eyes in the Dark - by K'yarie - 01-01-2018, 01:26 AM
RE: Eyes in the Dark - by Raein - 01-02-2018, 05:41 AM
RE: Eyes in the Dark - by K'yarie - 01-14-2018, 10:15 PM