Dancing With Our Hands Tied

the Rift

A thin tendril of the darkness remains, like acrid smoke; it slips into Fenyx's ears, a low roar, like the tide. It crawls through your body, taking, giving, changing, until a violent need to cough overcomes her. The darkness comes up with the harsh breath, and drifts away on the breeze.

[ ACCEPTANCE NOTES: FENYX ]

Magic:
The Rift devours your magic.

Amulet:
Your amulet melts into fine, gold powder, flecking your coat. (Mutation earned! If you don't want to keep it, just post in Character Hotfixes in Maintenance to have it removed.)