▼ Young and a Menace

YUNG GOD The woman jumps, visibly unsettled by the shadow's vicious act against the grullo, ruffled feathers an answer to their greed. Perhaps had this been my first time witnessing the Rift's mysterious magic at work, I too would be shrinking away, desperate to hide - but I'd seen it eagerly mess with the mass of children I'd come in through the Portal with (ew, spider eyes). This might honestly be a far more tame outcome than some, watching the thick blood ooze, interest piqued as it freezes over after moments of exposure to the outside. "Guess I'm not the only one with blood magic - but I think mine is a little more exciting," a smirk crawls across bi-coloured lips, twisting into something mischievous because oh how I'd love to mess around with my blood some more (after the Ozzy incident, I'm hooked on the entertainment it provides). I look to the woman who seems to speak with less interest in her children and more focus on the icy blood at the stallion's hooves, brow raised at her lack of panic at her missing twins. "Good luck, a mass of children are roaming the Rift thanks to my father."

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@Gargamel