Like so many others before her, the black babe tumbles gracelessly through the portal of worlds, falling into this new place with a hard thump of her little body against the sodden ground. A shrill whimper is forced from her velvet lips, the impact vibrating through the warped tendons in her legs, and sending shockwaves of fiery pain through every nerve in her legs, spine, and neck. Moisture pools along the edges of her eyes, but she tries not to weep, even if a few tears betray her as they stream wordlessly down her cheek.
For a long moment, Arleigh lies where she has fallen, shell-shocked from this massive (terrible, cruel, and frightening) ordeal that she has been forced to experience. Her fledgling mind does not know how to comprehend it all. She had not known Helovia as it had been alive and thriving, she had not gotten attached to the land that had been the birthplace of her parents, and she cannot personally understand the weight of its loss. Even so, the babe can feel the overwhelming sense of grief and despair that hangs over all of them—it is almost tangible.
Furthermore, the innate knowledge of predators is born within any new soul, no matter how young and inexperienced.
She feels uneasy in this dark forest, with its fluorescent eyes and choking shadows (shadows that remind her of those monsters that had plagued Helovia’s final moments, shadows of destruction and death).
All at once, the young girl feels a surge of terror swelling within her little heart, fresh memories still dancing in her eyes as the world had been torn to pieces. “Mama!” She cries suddenly, her child’s voice frantic, the word something between a call for help and a bleat of horror. Ignoring the pain that sears through her sore tendons, Arleigh pushes herself to her feet, balancing on her bowing legs as she limps forward. The shadows seems to rise and fall around her, moving of their own accord, and she pins her ears against them, frightened. “Mama!” She cries again, searching for either of her parents, “Papa!”
Magics:
{*](SAFE) SparkxWater | The ability to electrify bodily fluids.\n\nEnchanted items\n{*}None!\n\nRift-god / Kaos items\n{*}None!\n\nAmulets : 1\n\nCompanion/s : \n[*}None!
Requests: Bringing over her item:
:: [ Item: Jewelry | A thin silver chain that is connected to her ear and braided into her mane, decorated with one of Mordecai's feathers and a small lock of Rikyn's gold hair. ]
but I will hold on hope, and I won’t let you choke
Cry louder, and things you might not want to find you, might find you.
Oh, right—too late. And only half-true.
It is absolutely massive, and decidedly feline, but decidedly larger and weirder than anything you've ever seen before (or maybe it's totally chill with you, for that exact same reason). It is black, it is larger than you, and it has a long, long tail, with long, long fur. Bone-like spines jut in parallel rows down its back. There's some dried blood there.
Its eyes pin on you; they're burning, like two fires set in its dark skull, and it opens its mouth—all is black in there, except the tongue, which is white and silver. It samples the air. It looks at you. A little lightning sparks between the spines. And it starts walking to you.
Do you flee? Do you stay? Do you not comprehend the giant predator walking towards you?
But, don't worry—it's safe. It just wants to take care of you.
(If Arleigh doesn't flee, it will gently lick her face, is tongue like a giant sandpaper.)
the awful cost of all we lost as we looked the other way we've paid the price of this cruel device 'til we've nothing left to pay
"Arleigh!" Mordecai burst through the portal if a flurry of feathers and wildly blowing, tangled hair. Her hooves hadn't even hit the ground and she was already calling for her daughter, desperate to locate her and protect her from whatever danger she felt was guaranteed to be in .... whatever place they had landed. The brindled mare stopped short, her chest heaving as she looked around the dark land and her jaw clenching as she took notice of the glowing eyes peering out at her from every shadow. "Fin hash yer vitiherat finne?!" She shouted at the glowing eyes, her tone as challenging as it always was.
"Mama!"
"Arleigh!" She yelled, spinning in the direction that she thought the voice had came from. Seconds later she heard her daughter cry out for her again and she charged forward, mindless of whatever danger lurked in the shadows. If anything stood in the way of her getting to her child she would destroy it. "Arleigh!" She called again as she barreled headlong through the darkness.
When the dark mare finally found her daughter there was little time for her to feel any sort of relief. A feline, massive and dangerous, lurked too close to her child who seemed to be frozen in fear. Mordecai didn't stop to wonder what it would do. She didn't stop to wait and see if it would be aggressive. Cats were predators and predators needed to be killed before they could do any harm to anything around them. So she charged, an angry, guttural growl ripping from her throat. "GET AWAY FROM HER!" She aimed her fore-hooves at the cat's back, fully intent on snapping its spine if it didn't move.
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translation:
fin hash yer vitiherat finne - what are you staring at
Magics:
{SAFE} :: [ Magic: DarkxWater | Can turn bodily fluids into acid ]
:: [ Restrictions | Lasts 30 seconds causing painful burning sensations and physical burns ]
{DANGER} :: [ Magic: DarkxWater (P) | Acid appears to drip from her brindle markings when she gets emotional/angry. ]
:: [ Restrictions | Of no use in battle. ]
Enchanted items
N/A
Rift-god / Kaos items
N/A
Amulets :
N/A
Companion/s :
N/A
Mutations:
:: [ Item: Genetic Mutation | Able to bond to 2 companions. ] (though i suppose this doesn't matter anymore)
The feline's head snaps around to the sound of the sudden approach; its burning eyes seem to calculate the odds, flaring with a brighter intensity casting light on the fine, dark hairs of its cheeks. But still, it doesn't move, not quite yet, almost as if it.. doesn't believe what it's seeing? As if it's waiting for something, but it's hard to tell what.
The, as Mordecai charges, something seems to snap into place in its head. A yowl escapes its mouth, and it begins to dart away, but is a little too slow. Her hooves smack into its side, and it is pushed by the sudden force; this time, it is a full-blown hiss escaping the monstrously large feline as it leaps away. It favors its left side slightly, curling protectively around it, but before you have the time to do much else a sudden bolt of lightning arcs from its spines. It is enough to blind, enough to stun you for a second or two if it hits.
Then, the huge feline is gone, swallowed by the rain-wet, fluorescent forest.
The Portal
