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Back in hell
RP Wanted The Portal 
Ragnarok
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Why was his sister always wondering away, why only the gods knew. It was starting to get annoying, always having to hunt her down to keep her safe. Purple smoke swirled with black billowed from his muzzle as the stud's aggravation slowly rose. Even though he was aggravated his face was a black hard mask, only the swirls of black vapor showed his emotion. This was the thing about him, he was stoic well besides the damned smoke. Most people didn't know him well enough to realize what the black meant; Zelda knew. Zelda always seemed to know what was going on in his brain, sometimes before he even did. Light blue eyes gazed around the snowy land searching for the familiar purple and black frame. Snorting a massive cloud of smoke his feather horned head bobbed once trying to catch the scent of his sister.

Instead he drew in something odd, like lightning if you flew to close to a storm. Suddenly it was like he was being pulled forward even though his legs weren't moving. Black puffed from his nose as fear pounded through him. What the fuck was going on here? White flashed around blue and his ears slammed back. A voice boomed around him, 'I don't think so!' Who the fuck was that?! He wasn't sure if it was the monstrous amount of his smoke that made it hard to see or something more sinister. Suddenly the height on his chest lifted, the black vale around him dissipated reviling a strange scarlet land. "Oh shit..."
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He had been asleep for two years lost in a swirling black void. Bright blue eyes flew open as his legs shot out to catch him. He thumped roughly onto familiar soil. He stood quivering gazing around cautiously. 'Home? How am I home?' The last thing he remembered was the screams of other equines then blackness. He feared for his sister, but something told him she was long gone. The feather horned stallion stood quivering for a few moments black smoke pouring from his nostrils. Taking several deep breaths he stood and pulled his stoic mask back on. Slowly the vapor rolling from him with each breath turned back to it's deep purple color. "How the fuck did I end back up in this place?"

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Talking
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OOC/Tags; Vanity Magic: Exhales deep purple smoke turns black with extreme emotion
Magic: Can turn himself invisible at will

Just throwing this here for proof: Snake bangle that runs up his right foreleg Two beads in his mane, one silver and one gold Proof
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Messages In This Thread
Back in hell - by Ragnarok - 03-29-2018, 03:47 AM
RE: Back in hell - by Rift Presence - 03-30-2018, 03:15 PM
RE: Back in hell - by Taivas - 03-30-2018, 05:25 PM