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When the night has come
RP Wanted The Portal 
Tristan
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T R I S T A N
Nestled between his parents, Tristan had not looked whilst the slayings had occurred. The colt had kept his head down and low, turquoise eyes clenched shut, ears pinned flat against his skull in a sad attempt to keep out the wails, the sobs, the screams of those who perished or those left behind. He let the protective bodies of his parents urge him onwards, never once cracking an eye open for even a second to lay witness to what was transpiring around them.

The scent of incredible terror cloyed his nose and stained the air, and despite experiencing the crest of his second year, the sooty Prince found himself huddling between his parent’s broad sides as they ushered him into the unknown, following them blindly but with complete trust. There was nothing else that they could do except obey, for Kaos had demonstrated quite clearly what might happen if they were to try and oppose him.

What awaited them on the other side, however, was nothing like he could have imagined. Through the Portal they had gone, and only when all four hooves seemed solely rooted to the ground did vivid eyes open, regarding this new world with wide, slow blinking eyes.

The shadows terrified him and he quivered in fear, the glowing eyes that glittered in the foliage causing him to shrink to his parent’s sides. Smoke and mist wafted through the air, limiting their visibility and making the whole place seem as though it were haunted. Maybe it was. Suli was a familiar and soothing weight upon the crown of his head, Merlin nestled in Destrier’s mane, Kasai on Romani’s other side and growling with displeasure. This world was new, terrifying, and he found himself desperately wanting to go home.

Home doesn’t exist, a twisted part of his mind provided, a dark, bitter voice that flared periodically from the depths of his mind, ’Home’ is nothing more than shadows and forsaken lands. This is your home now.’ It was right, so right, but it didn’t mean that Tristan had to like it. He didn’t. He missed the Hidden Falls, the hills of the Heavenly Fields, the waters of the Endless Blue… But they couldn’t go back, and he could either waste his energy and mourn for the land he had been born into, or do something far more productive and try to figure out just where they were, and why.

Briefly he was aware of Romani’s muzzle pressing into his side, his mother’s nostrils flaring as she scented him, checking him for injury. Before he could even hope to settle or reassure her, however, there was a pressure upon his crown as Suli suddenly gave a formidable snarl and pushed away, taking flight.

’Suli!’ Destrier had shouted, distraught and bewildered as the little green and everything that she was seemed to unravel before their very eyes. She whirled on them, the expression in her face one of unrecognition, and once more a foreboding sense of dread began to fill the sooty buckskin’s heart. What was happening?!

“Suli!” The Prince repeated, desperate for the dragon to return to them, but she departed with a terrible cry and the snapping of jaws. He stood, frozen and just as shocked as his parents and their remaining Companions, and it was only Destrier’s trembling inquiry that brought him out of his frightened reverie.

“No. No, I’m fine. I… What happened to Suli? Is she coming back?” All thoughts of where they were, of what had happened to Helovia were gone, forgotten instead with the drastic behavior of their little green.

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Transfer Information:

MAGIC
:: Transformation - The ability to transform into a brown wolf | Painful and causes immobilization for 1 minute

ITEM
:: Blue jay feather braided into mane

ENCHANTED ITEMS
None

COMPANIONS
None


Messages In This Thread
When the night has come - by Destrier - 07-17-2017, 09:37 AM
RE: When the night has come - by Rift Presence - 07-18-2017, 09:50 AM
RE: When the night has come - by Tristan - 07-30-2017, 07:55 PM
RE: When the night has come - by Romani - 07-30-2017, 10:29 PM
RE: When the night has come - by Rift Presence - 07-31-2017, 02:47 AM
RE: When the night has come - by Destrier - 08-04-2017, 01:16 PM
RE: When the night has come - by Tristan - 08-06-2017, 03:39 AM
RE: When the night has come - by Romani - 08-13-2017, 10:15 PM