fallen stars

d'Artagnan the Nightshade But with the beast inside, there's no where we can hide After finding a grotesquely weird looking forest full of funky looking fungi and living there for a good two years not really knowing who he was, what he was going or what was happening in general, d’Artagnan finally weaned himself off the plants enough to have a few clear thoughts. It was those thoughts that had led him back to Helovia, or so he had intended, with the humblest intention of returning to the familiarity of a homely snowy mountain and finding some spotty old guy to make fun of. The Nightshade had drowned his grief of Aviya by losing all sense of time and day, months passed and he didn’t even notice, until they too turned into a year and then almost another before he eventually came to some sort of rational thinking. d’Artagnan’s idea of rational, that is. The last Helovian he had seen was his son, Sacre, who had tried to follow him only for the big red bay to send him back home. The shade had made it sound like a great noble deed, as if it was his duty, little Sacre liked things like that, and it was the only way to keep him from following. In the end, it was Sacre who was perhaps the noblest of all. Even through the dizziness and a throbbing pain near his poll that made him feel like someone had clobbered him over the head with a boulder, there was a familiar heaviness he felt in his heart at the loss of his son. How many of them were left? He had lost his lover, his daughter and now Sacre. If he was more of a father he might now be inconsolable, but d’Artagnan had never really been close to any of his children, apart from Aviya. He would remember Sacre fondly and with the surety that he had lived a joyous life, Sacre had forged his own path early on and never looked back. After landing in an uncoordinated heap on the floor, the fogginess in his head cleared a little for him to peer at his surroundings and the more he looked the more he began to wonder if he had slipped any narcotic into his grass recently. He remembered something vaguely in the back of his mind that the Kaos God had cried and then being pushed into this portal, those who didn’t he presumed were dead, at least this new maniac carried out his threats. d’Artagnan could appreciate Gods of their word. Not that he appreciated this ear splitting headache and the weird mumbling sound he could hear—oh “Pissing hell” the Nightshade peered at the scowling Aramis at his side who had just spat out the curse. “Oh… yeah” he wasn’t hearing voices; it was just his vexed Hellhound. Who looked rather worse for wear, d’Artagnan noted, looking at his moth eaten fur and the odd cut that marked him. “What happened to you?” the Doctor suddenly burst out laughing as the hellion stalked off, his pointed tail flicking angrily from one side to the other, which only caused more gales of laughter to follow him. d’Artagnan accompanied the hound, a few cautious steps behind, looking at the surroundings as he passed them by. The mix of mist and smoke, the shadows and neon eyes only proved to make him more fascinated. Of course, he was already thinking about the possibility of whatever new poisonous delights that might exist in this new bawdy place. He continued walking until Aramis limped to a quick halt causing the shade to look up from the browsing of the portal world he had been absorbed in, with a curt grunt. There were three young winged fillies, which was enough that d'Artagnan already wanted to turn around and walk in the other direction, and the older darker one looked familiar in a way that unsettled him.  "Out for a picnic? Anything nice?" the Nightshade's gruff voice slid from his lips in his usual dispassionate tone.

Image | Table by Tamme

Magics:

• :: [ Magic: DarkxWater | The ability to poison the water in other's bodies and cause narcosis ] safe if possible please
  :: [ Restrictions | Can render an opponent asleep and foggy for the duration of 30 seconds ]
  
  
• :: [ Magic: Time (U) | Can form a space/time barrier that will teleport away or rebound magic attacks aimed at it ] 
  :: [ Restrictions | Can only teleport away noticeable magic, and it requires intense focus and will leave him exhausted with extended use. In battle only has the energy to use it once ]
  

Enchanted Items:
None

Rift-god / Kaos items
none

Amulets
none

Companion:
Aramis — Common Hellhound — Hellfire & Superspeed
Hatched: 02-02-2013 (4 Years 5 Months) 1169, Late Freeze??? Hazardous guess lol

No Items, naked as a babe.

Requests: torment to your hearts content