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in her Master's kingdom
RP Wanted The Portal 
Beloved
Currently championing:
#1
She is not thrust into this new world like trash, or deposited as if by a stray thought; like a Goddess, a Queen of the Dark, she dances into the corrupted woodland with laughter, and pale banners streaming.  The kitten upon her back sits regally, for such a young and stupid thing, her pale blue eyes looking about her with curious poise, but Beloved is all motion and flurry. 

Her hooves strike swiftly, the trot at which she travels graceful and easy, the swirl of smoke and mist breaking before her.  Giggles trail behind, in the divided air, which slowly merges back into a whole, swirling mass, as the sound and sight of her passing fades.  As she travels, her eyes seeking, gluttonously feeding upon the black beauty of this place, her mind revels in the violence…
 
How they had ruptured, like small bodies beneath the hoof –
 
…And the sounds of their terror….
 
Floating through the air like butterflies –
 
…The smell of the blood, and the fear…
 
Intoxicating, palpable as this mist –
 
And her Master, warping, changing, an amalgamation of might and shadow that made her loins yearn with a fire that no man, most recently the painted man (destroyed, she giggles with delight) had not inspired in her, even when embedding a parasite within her womb.  The visage of his dominion over them left her throbbing, desirous, seeking his company among the shadows of this realm, and so it was; she does not seek out the Reaper’s Son, or the Boy King, and won’t.
 
For they and theirs have no value to her, now.
 
 

 
SWP participant
 
Magics:
 
{*]SAFE PLZ \n:: [ Magic: DarkxTime (P) | Immortal; when \'killed\', rises from her remains as yearling. ] \n :: [ Restrictions | Normal aging; Can be killed by burning her remains during full moon and scattering ashes. ]\n \nEnchanted items\n{*}None\n \nRift-god / Kaos items\n{*}:: [ Item: Kaos Necklace | An onyx necklace with a glowing teal eye in the center. ]\n \nAmulets : 2 total (1 Kaos)\n \nCompanion/s :\n{*}Orphan :: [ Companion: Ragdoll Cat | None | 0 Months ] :: Born 6-26-2017; Rift Birthdate: 1173 Mid Drench\n \nSpecies change (if applicable) :  n.a\n \nRequests: Please keep immortality magic. <3\n\nHas these non-enchanted items from Helovia:\n[*}:: [ Item: Knife | Offensive. A silver decorated obsidian knife. ]
 
Beloved
rust every place that I touch

Rift Presence
Currently championing:
#2
The Rift knows little of who she is—it only senses that she is part of the promised feast, the rebirth of the lands slowly starved by the Gods meant to save it.

Oh yes, the mortal inhabitants nestling in its folds had cried and cried for salvation, but what had they gotten? What had heard their prayers?

More monster.

They had ripped the Hearts from the lands, and they had begun to bleed dry.

The shadows twist around her; the neon flicker of vengeful eyes dart across her pale hide, casting stark lights on her. They don't see a supporter of the power which had torn the Portal open. They see only another godskiller, another meal. They sense her veins pulse with power.

The faceless mouth of the Rift opens to devour.
the Rift

[ TRANSFER NOTES: BELOVED ]

Magic:
Immortality: Rises from her remains as a yearling. Can be killed by burning her and scattering the ashes during a full moon.

Items:
The Rift feels the presence of her necklace. Remain vigilant.

Amulets:
The amulets shatter, spraying fine mists of magic and crystals—one of them flashes very brightly, burns hot against your skin for a moment. Then, they're gone.

Companion:
Oprhan: Ragdoll Cat
Obtained: 26 June 2017
Birth Date: Mid-Drench 1173

You can keep the normal item! The Kaos necklace remains for now.
Ingrid
Currently championing:
#3

Reference Credit


Ingrid was starting to get seriously creeped out by this place. There were strange, glowing plants, weird noises, and shadowy figures that periodically darted through the trees. They made her stomach turn. Take into account the constant rain and thunder, and the spookiness got bad enough to make almost anyone paranoid. Acorn sized droplets were thudding down on her back as she walked. Every once in a while, she'd jump at something that screeched in the distance or rustled through the undergrowth in front of her. She'd been walking for at least an hour when she heard a high-pitched twinkling sound coming from somewhere to her left. She raised her head, turned her ears towards it, and froze. A shiver went racing down her spine: Something was laughing.

"What the hell?" she gasped. She shook her head. She was done being taunted by shadow creatures, and decided it was time to find out what these things were after. She turned to walk in the direction of the giggling, despite her instincts screaming that something was very wrong with every step she took.

Eventually, she came upon a creature in the forest with an equine silhouette. She crept closer, only to recognize a white mare who was definitely another Helovian. The realization was enough to calm her nerves. The mare was laughing wildly, and meandering through the woods with a kitten riding on her back.

Poor thing, Ingrid thought, I guess with everything going on, she just fucking lost it. I wonder if any of her family members were killed by Kaos.

Ingrid promptly decided that she'd try to get this mare back to her herdmates so they could take care of her. She couldn't just leave her out here like this, giggling and trotting aimlessly through the woods.

"Hi," she said, trying to sound calm. "I'm Ingrid. Care to tell me what's so funny?"



@Beloved