The Portal
07-22-2018, 09:27 AM
Hungry— — —
Little spiderlings of shadow, small bodies, tiny legs, scuttling through the underbrush. A living, rolling carpet, their multitude of eyes glistening in the strange and pulsing lights of the Portal.
H u n g — r y
There's a scent of death and blood and terror in the air. A sense of things ending, an overwhelming need to simply collapse and die to escape the merciless pounding of your hearts.
To escape life.
To escape the fear.
The wave of spiderlings break upon the two of you, some flowing past, some rushing up your legs, along your ribs and spines, up your neck, down your ears your nose your mouth your throat—
Their tiny feet are sharp, leaving tiny drops of blood in their wake.
H U — N G R Y —
It looms tall and wide and horrifying: a spider easily four times as tall as a horse, with many, dark eyes, and many sharp teeth. Everything seems to recoil from it.
Just as it's shadow is about to fall on you, it disappears, between one heartbeat and the next. Gone is the oppressive sense of doom and terror, gone is the wave of spiderlings.
It might've just been a dream, if not for the tiny welts and cuts left by the fleeing spiderlings.
Little spiderlings of shadow, small bodies, tiny legs, scuttling through the underbrush. A living, rolling carpet, their multitude of eyes glistening in the strange and pulsing lights of the Portal.
H u n g — r y
There's a scent of death and blood and terror in the air. A sense of things ending, an overwhelming need to simply collapse and die to escape the merciless pounding of your hearts.
To escape life.
To escape the fear.
The wave of spiderlings break upon the two of you, some flowing past, some rushing up your legs, along your ribs and spines, up your neck, down your ears your nose your mouth your throat—
Their tiny feet are sharp, leaving tiny drops of blood in their wake.
H U — N G R Y —
It looms tall and wide and horrifying: a spider easily four times as tall as a horse, with many, dark eyes, and many sharp teeth. Everything seems to recoil from it.
Just as it's shadow is about to fall on you, it disappears, between one heartbeat and the next. Gone is the oppressive sense of doom and terror, gone is the wave of spiderlings.
It might've just been a dream, if not for the tiny welts and cuts left by the fleeing spiderlings.
the Rift
life between worlds
life between worlds
[ ACCEPTANCE NOTES: PEREGRINE ]
Magic
Defensive: Ability to teleport between two locations.
The Rift devours the shapeshifting magic.
Mutation
Feathers for mane and tail
Feathered ear tufts
Enchanted Items
Vanity: Glowing crystal amulet
The normal item is fine, just link to this Portal thread for proof from your profile. :D
