The Portal
He didn't remember much other than the feeling of falling, plunged into darkness as the ground was sucked out from under him.
He hadn't thought much of it. Vroskar often had dreams of falling, and he always awoke just before his innards were dashed on the ground. Only this time there was no ground rising up fast from below and instead of a brisk jerk back to consciousness it came slowly and groggily, as though coming to from a blow to the head. There was the splitting headache too, that made him squint against the kaleidoscopic light that birthed him out of the void and into a strange forest shrouded in shadow.
He was a ghost from the neck down. He was only aware of his legs splayed uselessly beneath him when he looked to see if they were still there. He couldn't will them to move for a long time. Not until he grew frustrated and forced his body to stand, wincing against the prickling rush of blood as it surged back into the places it was supposed to be.
His body swayed as he gathered his footing. Nausea made him feel weak and feverish, as though he had gotten too drunk the night before.
—Where was he?
It took a few minutes for him to gather his wits enough to make sense of his surroundings. There came a steady downfall from a crowded canopy up above, an assortment of menacingly gnarled tree limbs curling up toward a sunless sky. All about him swirled a heavy shade that writhed and moved as though it were as alive as he was. They were not merely shadows, but something more tangible, like smoke. As he looked closer, he noticed it was punctuated here and there by bright and blinking eyes, which Vroskar was quite unsettled by and set the hair on his back into bristles.
He thought for a moment maybe he had chanced upon some psychedelic mushrooms while foraging (because he had done that before, mind you, but even then he hadn't felt so far thrust out reality as he did now). It was like a dream, only he usually didn't notice when he was dreaming. He couldn't shake the suspicion that all of this was in fact very real, which only made the phantom eyes all the more unsettling.
Feeling rather exposed and wanting away from whatever it was those eyes belonged to, he got to moving. Hopefully he could figure out where he'd gotten himself off to.
He hadn't thought much of it. Vroskar often had dreams of falling, and he always awoke just before his innards were dashed on the ground. Only this time there was no ground rising up fast from below and instead of a brisk jerk back to consciousness it came slowly and groggily, as though coming to from a blow to the head. There was the splitting headache too, that made him squint against the kaleidoscopic light that birthed him out of the void and into a strange forest shrouded in shadow.
He was a ghost from the neck down. He was only aware of his legs splayed uselessly beneath him when he looked to see if they were still there. He couldn't will them to move for a long time. Not until he grew frustrated and forced his body to stand, wincing against the prickling rush of blood as it surged back into the places it was supposed to be.
His body swayed as he gathered his footing. Nausea made him feel weak and feverish, as though he had gotten too drunk the night before.
—Where was he?
It took a few minutes for him to gather his wits enough to make sense of his surroundings. There came a steady downfall from a crowded canopy up above, an assortment of menacingly gnarled tree limbs curling up toward a sunless sky. All about him swirled a heavy shade that writhed and moved as though it were as alive as he was. They were not merely shadows, but something more tangible, like smoke. As he looked closer, he noticed it was punctuated here and there by bright and blinking eyes, which Vroskar was quite unsettled by and set the hair on his back into bristles.
He thought for a moment maybe he had chanced upon some psychedelic mushrooms while foraging (because he had done that before, mind you, but even then he hadn't felt so far thrust out reality as he did now). It was like a dream, only he usually didn't notice when he was dreaming. He couldn't shake the suspicion that all of this was in fact very real, which only made the phantom eyes all the more unsettling.
Feeling rather exposed and wanting away from whatever it was those eyes belonged to, he got to moving. Hopefully he could figure out where he'd gotten himself off to.
Magic
. His blood is molten and burns to the touch. As a result his body temperature is much higher than usual and his skin feels hot.
Mutations
. Enlongated canine teeth
. Long, thick fur like that of a wolf
ooc; I'd sorta prefer if @Rift Presence posts before any others!
