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tola tuops retaw eht pu delwarc redips ycneew ycnee eht... Once upon a time, in a world far far away, there lived a benevolent god, or set of gods, depending on your metaphysical view. In that world, things were fair and balanced, and while there was sometimes evil, all who dwelled within were secure in the knowledge that for every harm, there was an offset of good. But that is not this world. For in this world balance is simply a word. A concept for bedtime stories and consolations on a sickbed. This would is rife with brutality and decay, and best of all, madness Tola had been hibernating. Well, not hibernating. Or maybe it was, in a technical sense. Normal animals typically hibernated in the winter to conserve their strength until summer. Tola on the other hand had simply gone without eating for so long that her body lacked the energy to keep her moving, even if it still had the power to keep her alive. But then, perhaps through osmosis or some altruistic worms who had slithered into her mouth, she woke up. "Ahhhhh-" The male mare yawned, heaving her pale emaciated frame from her bed of dried leaves and rotting corpses. Twigs and dirt hung in clumps in the tattered balls of her thinning mane, and between hair and rifraf there sat a circlet of twigs, almost like a crown. "Unchilly." The hag muttered to herself through yellowing teeth. Her one good eye bulged beneath its vale of cataracts, and as she blinked her stupidly long eyelashes, the Rift slowly came back into view. "Now then popits-" She croaked, addressing what appeared to be an empty forest. "Come and give 'ol Tola a kiss-" The word slithered from her lips as her one-eye rolled in its socket. "Comm'in give me a proper good morning." For one so old and badly emaciated, her voice had a novel sing-song quality of it, reminiscent of a witch in a fairytale. And so, Tola waited for the Rift to do its worst.

HALLO.

THE CRAZY ONE WOULD PLS LIKE

(Safe - Native Riftian) Immortality : Can be mortally wounded to the point of death, but if not, her body continues to live despite deterioration

Vanity Magic :: Small glowing spiders appear to constantly move around her mane/head

Knowledge Magic :: Can gain information by talking to spiders

(Enchanted) Vanity Item: crown made of undying branches, covered in spider webs

Items: small bones/teeth in her mane