God's gonna cut you down

You will always be fond of me..

Porcelain hooves were carefully placed with meticulous placement, as the moist Earth beneath gave way to the weight of the creature. Ivory stockings were even dimmed in such lightning as this, the normally brilliant scarlet flesh was dulled by the thick fog that slithered around and caressed the muscular bodice. Leonine tail swayed gently back and forth similar to a feline that is curious, those daggers carefully operated as to not harm anything by accident. The movement of this stallion was eerie with his tranquil aura, as if traveled here before which of course was not the case. Though when one believes in fate it is something that is finicky and will do as it wishes with decisions and every single life; so if death was to come he would welcome it with a cheeky grin. Though the oddity of these movements were not complete for the devil's body seemed to sway with a waltz like motion as if intoxicated by something or someone. Nostrils inhaled deeply the unique aromas that flourished here, it was indeed quite a peculiar place. The creepy forest or dense fog is not what interested Rum no it was in fact the luminescence that gave such a divine array of light as if eyes were starring directly into his disturbed soul. A gentleman of complicated morals one could say as that mind constantly turned and ticked, as many new sights poured into his brain. Rumpelstiltskin was always one to travel where perhaps one shouldn't go, though with a history such as his one finds knowledge in the most unique places therefore; go where it is less traveled. Yet this place seemed traveled plenty, the soil rough and turned in many areas as he wandered through which made the being believe this was an entrance to somewhere hidden from the outside world. Those intensely lit eyes scanned in every way they could as he continued to absorbed this new world, glancing to the Earth for a few moments. There was no life here and that was slightly comforting, not having to mind such a power was relaxing in a place as this. Being able to drain a life force whether it be from inanimate or real object was always difficult, one had to be in control of emotions as well as actions. It was rarely used since this creature believed tactic was a far better attack than magic, though do not be fooled this magic flowing through him is cared for like a lover. Time had well been spent keeping control, for if he did allow it to actually 'feed' it drained the beast as well depending upon the size and how much struggle was given. A wild smirk appeared upon the velvet lips as a hysterical giggle came forth, ringing throughout the dense woods. Tilting the battle worn horns as if to see what would come forth with such a odd sound; especially in a place like this.

{Magic} - Able to take life from plant, equine, anything living. Though it causes quite a large amount of fatigue if it is a large being or one that puts up a lot of struggle.

{Mutations} - Large ram horns on top his skull. Spikes along his spine. A leonine tail with four blades; two on either side of the tip.

I represent all of the sins you never had the courage to commit.

The shadows twist like malicious silk. They are thin, continuous, and velvet-like. But brushing against them is not soft—no, it leaves an empty and despairing hole ripped through your center, just as the Portal is a rent between worlds to allow passage into this sick, unholy land.

So the curtains of blackness descent upon you, intent on ending your act and bringing about their own finale.

the Rift

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[ACCEPTANCE NOTES : RUMPELSTILTSKIN ]

Magic:
Offensive: Ability to suck life force of other living things; when used, influx of life force causes seizure in wielder.
These shadows, as warped as you, cannot quite steal your magic from you; but their stick fingers morph it beneath your skin.

Mutations:
Four blades on tail-tip
*Spines/horns are part of unicorn species and thus not true mutations :)