The wheel keeps turning

It curls around the pair of you—a looming shadow, sharp, black teeth arcing from far above you into dripping gums you cannot see. The roof of the mouth is too distant.

You smell its breath, and it's bad, like a promise of pain and slow ends. Something soft and rotten (—it'll be you, soon). The disembodied head pulls higher, higher, higher, black, burning blood dripping from the long teeth and searing your skin.

It dives.

Maybe you scream, maybe you don't, as the darkness engulfs the pair of you.

But you don't die. You don't even bleed. The massive head collides with the churned mud, and blasts apart. The silence after is deafening.

the Rift

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[ TRANSFER NOTES: ISORATH ]

Magic:
Transformation: Ability to transform into a white, feathered dragon.
Offensive: Can throw flames from the ball of fire constantly burning between his antlers.

Items:
Vanity: A large, ornate halo. It hovers above the wearer's head.

[ TRANSFER NOTES: LIBERTAD ]

Magic:
Offensive: Bright, neon roses constantly grow on and around him. Their thorns are poisonous.
Offensive: Leaves a trail of roses where he walks. They burst into searing hot blood when he steps away.

The large head took one thing from you, it seems. You can no longer teleport. And those crazy bright flowers always starting to grow on you? You're not immune to the poison—it won't kill you or cripple you, but you'll sure as hell be sick with it. Constantly. Because those buggers are growing on you and in you and their thorns are breaking your skin everywhere.

Whatever that shadowy creature had been, it had left you another gift; as the roses pool and burst and grow around you, you feel something else. It's an ache, deep in your bones. Things are happening. Things are hurting. Your blood shifts and warps and this time next year, you'll have your new form.

Species Change: Libertad has become a Unicorn x Owl hybrid.

Normal items transfer fine!