The Beginning of the End

Dragon

I am not afraid of fire. I am fire.

Darkness. Heat. Dragon felt trapped. She saw nothing, she heard nothing, and she smelled only death and decay. Her ears swiveled and her eyes flicked back and forth in the darkness. She could not move and the dampness of the air caused her wings to stick to her body. Every now and then her muscles flinched and she did not order them to. But the worst of all, in this prison, was the she was alone.  

Alone.

Something that all feared. No. Dragon had to get out of this prison immediately. She tried moving her head and found that she could slightly turn it, but nothing else would move. Rage filled her. though she did not remember anything before now, she knew that she was not meant to be here. She bucked and met nothing but air. Suddenly the darkness shifted to blue, green, and purple pulse of light. She saw that a mist surrounded her. A bright light flashed and blocked out everything for a moment. Dragon closed her eyes to shield them. When she opened them, Dragon found that she was laying on a mossy ground and was surrounded by a looming, misty group of trees. Slowly, and with great exhaustion, she rose from the ground and peered around. She was in a shrouded woods. The mist encircled her with an awful feeling. Where was she? How did she get there? Dragon stretched her wings and stared at the forest. "Is anyone there?" her voice echoed into the darkness.
"Talk"

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The cold soothes.
The cold kills.
The cold saves.

Renegade glided on the strong winds carrying him from the North. As he went farther South, he got warmer and warmer. His wings tucked close, he dived towards the edge of the woods surrounding the Portal. He would have to walk on foot from here. His dream told him to help the arrival in these woods. This had to be important, for the great spirits of the North sent him this message.
Though he did not know how, Renegade an Dragon were linked. plodding through the mist cautiously, his ears pricked in order to pick up every sound. The fog deepened and Renegade knew he was getting close.
He entered a small circle and found a heat so intense that he had to back up quite a few paces. When he looked for the source he only found her. How is this possible? No newcomer had magic once they passed through the Portal. The mare just stared at him with pure fear. He felt bad for her. Who was he to startle her when she had just come through? "Hello newcomer, my name is Renegade may I ask yours?
"Talk"

Renegade

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Renegade

the Rift

The moss has teeth.

It bites and bites and bites and bites—

—until you think you're bleeding out—

—but as it finds nothing to eat it pulls back.

You're not dying at all. You're not even bleeding. It was all an illusion.

[ ACCEPTANCE NOTES: DRAGON HEART ]

Welcome to the Rift! :D