To say he wasn’t impressed would be a vast understatement. It was one thing when the lands were stolen from the Rift, ripping open portals and robbing away anyone who got close enough. Nostromo did not actually expect that other land to spit everything back as though it was vomiting out everything that tasted of the Rift and getting rid of its own citizens for good measure.
As soon as news had reached the City of the portal, Nostromo had volunteered for a patrol. Although the glow of his markings gave him away, he lingered in the shadows of the trees - venom-green eyes narrowed as he took in the sights. Whole families were falling through that portal - and he wouldn’t be surprised if the population of the Rift was now doubled. Did they outnumber his kind, those that had called this place home for their entire lives?
Were they a threat?
They had killed Vjanta, it was rumoured, and he almost wanted to thank them for that - but they had killed the other Gods as well, and he felt less-grateful for those deaths.
His predatory heart was beating wildly at the sight of all of them - the electroreceptors in his head going haywire at all of the electromagnetic fields he was picking up from the crowd. So few of them seemed dangerous - which meant many of them could become prey. Their only danger was their numbers, and the waking of the rift that seemed to shift and change many of them.
His armoured tail flicked dangerously behind him, a dare for that presence to come and rob him. He knew his threats were useless - the Rift took whatever it wished - but he would have whatever he wanted back from it.
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NATIVE RIFTIAN
Magic:
Defensive: blood has hydrosulphuric acid properties when spilled intentionally (i.e. through injury in a fight) (SAFE)
Offensive: able to create duplicates of himself
Vanity: green markings and insides glow more intensely in darkness (idk how to word this but the darker it is outside the more he glows, the brighter outside the less he does)
Mutations:
glowing green markings on body
eyes, mouth and belly glow green as though lit from within
thick quills around head that can be flared up (akin to a frilled lizard just without the ‘frill’ (example))
CASTIELLA
God damn right, you should be scared of me. Who is in CONTROL?
The girl was silent and to her self. After the trial was given to her, there was a pain in her skull. It would not go away. Sometimes she felt like banging her head against a tree. The girl was just unsure what she would be doing. Helping a stranger in the portal was such an odd task. Castiella did not even like people in general, why would she help them? Teal orbs flashed around as she watched the portal once again. Long milk white tresses flicked against her hide with aggravation. Along with this fucking pain in her head, she also had to deal with the oozing black liquid that made flowers. Blood speckled orbs rolled as she drugs her body closer and closer to the portal. These people were relentless, crying and sobbing. She wanted to snap at a few of them. How hard was it to grow a fucking set of balls and deal with it? It could be worse; they could be in hell right now. Giggling, she thought of how these creatures would deal with the inferno. Maybe she should try to look at least happy while trying to find someone to HELP. Out of all the things to do she got stuck with being NICE. Forcing a smile on her face, she went skipping through the neon land.
She was judging everyone she was passing. Weak, soft, not worth her time. This was a lot more difficult than she expected. Fuck, that pain his her head was back, and this black shit was dripping down her legs. Her beautiful banded legs were growing these damn black flowers. Just put a pretty little smile on your face and suck it up. She was strong, she was powerful, and she would always win or die trying. Sparks rose and fell on her back with aggravation. Blood colored wings clamped her sides. God, she hated being in a crowd of people. Her black ears wanted to pin against her skull. Her masked face wanted to reach around and bite whoever got too close. She wished she could shock the shit out of every person in this damn place who would not MOVE. Just wait until she was bigger. Wait until she was a full grown adult. Everyone will move out of her way. This little problem will be quickly resolved, but that is with time. She had to give everything time, so that is why she is here.
Blood colored eyes looked int he direction of the shadows. Hre dual colored hooves swiftly headed away from the commotion. Anxiety started to build up in her chest as sparks showered from her pelt. This whole nice deed is going to be the death of her. This was impossible! Her features sneered remembering the glowing eyes. Then pain built up in her head again. "Fuck... just go away already" she mumbled under her breath as she walked deeper into the shadow. The sparks on her body illuminated the air around her. Teal orbs shut as tears started to build up in her eyes. Fuck this! Being told to be nice was not worth magic. She knew how to act it when she had to, but the thought of a good deed made her want to vomit. If Akriel had this trial, he would be set. When crimson stained eyes opened again, there was a glowing man standing in front of her. His body was so different from anything she had ever seen. Gold sparks started to jump from her back as her dual tones hooves came to a halt. Her masked face tilted to the side. Her banded muzzle wanted to reach out and touch his odd skin, but she didn't. Instead, she stood in amazement. "Hello, I am Castiella. Is this your home?" She was not sure how to react to the man. Castiella was not scared one little bit. Blood colored wings relaxed at her sides. Black liquid oozed from the wound on her chest. Soon black flowers started to sprout next to her rose colored hooves; some even started growing on her legs. This man... he was going to be a FUN experience.
07-18-2017, 09:49 PM (This post was last modified: 07-18-2017, 11:16 PM by Nostromo.)
Nostromo had, of course, seen winged creatures before - but as with the ones he had encountered in the rift, the filly that approached him looked awkward with the extra appendages hanging off of her body. How would she ever grow into a warrior with fragile targets pinned to her? Though she seemed to be touched by the Rift - that black liquid stunk of this place - it was clear from her question that she was not from here. She was an intruder, an invader, and unwelcome as any of them.
He imagined what her wings would taste like, imagined how it would feel to crush the fragile bones within them with his jaw, and he could feel the saliva starting to pool around his sharp, silver teeth. It almost didn’t matter that his belly was full, that the blood from his last kill was still fresh where the remains of the body were left by the shore of a lake.
But he had come here with a job, with a purpose, and he couldn’t be blinded by his insatiable hunger.
“Yes.” His voice was a growl, accented by an otherworldly clicking noise somewhere in the back of his throat as he looked down to her. No questions for her rose in his mind just yet, so he stayed quiet - the glow of his eyes as they focused upon her the only indication that she still held his attention at all. Behind him, his prehensile tail flicked slowly, dragging across the ground and digging a shallow trench where the blade moved. There were questions forming of course, and very soon he might have some he wished to speak, but for now he was trying to determine what matter of child this was - the worthless kind, or the useful kind.
The skies are a show of lightning; their bluish tinge combating with this creature’s greenish glow. What is this Riftian doing out of the sea? The shadows don’t particularly care—they only care that he is within the Portal’s twisting, writing reach.
And reach they do, spearing this odd creation repeatedly with shadowed prongs. They try to take; try to mutate more what is already a conglomerate anomaly.
Magic:
Defensive: Blood has hydrosulphuric acid properties when spilled.
Offensive: Able to create duplicates of himself. Duplicates do exact opposite of directed.
Vanity Magic:
Vanity : Markings, eyes, mouth, belly glow green. Intensity is dependent on surrounding darkness.
Mutations:
Thick quills around head that can be flared.
CASTIELLA
God damn right, you should be scared of me. Who is in CONTROL?
She watched the beast move his face, and she chuckled. He was nothing more than a big puppy to her. Cream tresses of her tail flicked over her haunches as her head tilted.She knew deep down that he was from this land. She just wanted to find a reason to talk to the monster. The masked features of her face twisted in a smile as he answered her question. Oh good! Mr. Creepy, evil, and dark has a voice of a demonic alien. The curves oh her maw turned into a charming smile. He was so interesting; she wanted to reach out and touch his skin. It had no fur. Teal orbs came to rest on his glowing green eyes. Giggling, she thought about the eyes that were following and watching her in the Cliffs. His glowing features can keep a keen eye on her any day he wants! She would not complain if he were the one following her. God, she wanted to ask him if he was the monster that goes bump in the night, but she kept silent and stoic. ( He can go bump in her night anytime he wants.)
Blood colored wings settled at her sparking sides, she watched him look at her. Narrowing blood splattered orbs, she observed his mannerisms. "I must look sweet enough to eat. Do you eat things like me?" Giggling, her face twisted into a deviant smile. Cas always wondered what blood tasted like. Her masked skull looked behind the beast. His tail was razor sharp and flicking behind his ominous glowing body. Castiella always liked a well-armed man. Maybe if her brother were here, she would have been more cautious ( because she does not want him to get hurt), but she was alone. Maybe any other horse would run from the man, but there was something that attracted the girl to him. God, the sound of his deep guttural clicking voice stuck in her blackened ears. She had to hear him speak more, but how?
The sparks showered her body with curiosity, he was a difficult one. No worry she would some how break through. He was the first creature the girl ACTUALLY wanted to make friends with. "Soo, do you have a name? " If he did not, she would make a name up for him in her mind. Yes, that sounds like a grand idea! Akriel would be so jealous of her. She would have a cannibalistic friend; NO one would fuck with her. Not like anyone wants to fuck with her now... "You are the most magnificent person I have ever met. No one from Helovia is like you. They are all boring... " Rolling her eyes she shook her head. Long cream tresses fell into her blood splattered eyes. This was so much fun!
The pain in her skull started to radiate again. What the fuck! Can it just go away!? Has it been long enough? She started mumbling under her breath "Fucker.... I am trying the best I can." Her ears pinned sharply against her skull. What did the glowing eyes expect her to jump for joy with this trial? Did they want her just to skip off and be happy to help someone!? Fuck NO! This task actually required to work at it. It required her black heart to actually CARE about something. Quietly, the girl looked down at the wound on her chest. Black shit dripped all over the ground, and there was a fucking garden growing at her hooves. A GARDEN out of all things. Just play it off, do not act like anything is wrong. So, she just giggled and looked at the beautiful beast. Play her game! Come play with her, Mr. Sexy Alien Monster.
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