The Portal
07-14-2017, 10:08 AM
Something squirms through the rain-wet thickets; it moves under thorn tangles, brambles and blue-tinted ferns, its eyes like two flaming headlights.
It is a feline, but not one as you have known them; its body is slick and black, broken by bone-colored spines. Some are snapped, some have dried blood on them. The tail is too long, long tendrils of fur trailing after it. Its knotted and tangled, midnight black. Sharp claws make indents in the soft earth. Sharp teeth wait in a black mouth. Its eyes, bright and orange, focus on you.
A bolt of lightning travels down the spines, arcing away into the distance. It smokes where it meets the wet foliage.
The creature opens its mouth, and out comes a hiss—part song, part reverberating engine, part promise. It's otherworldly, in some way, beautiful and frightening. A white tongue flicks out between its teeth. The burning gaze darts to the killing grounds, where more than this crying girl stood; it seems to contemplate.
It makes a decision. It beelines for the girl, presses a wet, strong shoulder—the skin beneath the fur feels like leather—against her nearest leg. It's almost as big as you, now that it's close.
Then it disappears into the underbrush again.
Some bright flowers spiral up from the ground, and twine uselessly around your ankle.
It is a feline, but not one as you have known them; its body is slick and black, broken by bone-colored spines. Some are snapped, some have dried blood on them. The tail is too long, long tendrils of fur trailing after it. Its knotted and tangled, midnight black. Sharp claws make indents in the soft earth. Sharp teeth wait in a black mouth. Its eyes, bright and orange, focus on you.
A bolt of lightning travels down the spines, arcing away into the distance. It smokes where it meets the wet foliage.
The creature opens its mouth, and out comes a hiss—part song, part reverberating engine, part promise. It's otherworldly, in some way, beautiful and frightening. A white tongue flicks out between its teeth. The burning gaze darts to the killing grounds, where more than this crying girl stood; it seems to contemplate.
It makes a decision. It beelines for the girl, presses a wet, strong shoulder—the skin beneath the fur feels like leather—against her nearest leg. It's almost as big as you, now that it's close.
Then it disappears into the underbrush again.
Some bright flowers spiral up from the ground, and twine uselessly around your ankle.
the Rift
life between worlds
life between worlds
[ TRANSFER NOTES: VINATI ]
Magic:
Crafting: Can craft with colored crystals.
Maybe the cat took the ability to interact with ghosts—maybe it didn't. Whatever the case, your wings drip ectoplasm now.
