here comes a chopper to chop of your head

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.

None are safe.

the Rift

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[ACCEPTANCE NOTES : NOSTROMO ]

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.