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Do not fear my child
RP Wanted The Portal 
Nyu
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#1
Nyu woke up on the forest floor surrounded by oddly colored plants. Her pink eyes opened and the world came into view. Everything was bright and colorful but the sky lacked a sun. It was almost creepy the way the lights twinkled yet the sky remained dark. Cold. She was freezing. Nyu turned to touch her bright white sides and got her nose wet. Grooooooossssssss! She wrinkled her nose. Suddenly her head began to throb. She had knocked it on a tree branch, maybe thats what made her pass out. She got to her feet clumsily and looked around. "Hello?" a childish voice rang out. Nyu felt alone but she wasn't afraid. Rain soaked her coat as she made her way between the trees keeping an eye out for anyone else.


OOC: I would like her to be a foreigner that fell through the portal.
I want her to join with a magic that gives her invisible tenticles that can be used to do anything however they are limited by length. (if possible I would really like this magic to stay the same due to her plot and the character she is based on.)
She has a small silver dagger for an item strapped around her using vines.
The rift is welcome to add any mutations it desires.
Rift Presence
Currently championing:
#2
the Rift
Darkness.

And then searing, blinding, neon light.

Welcome to the Rift, young one. These shadows have found you a particular delicacy.


| ACCEPTANCE NOTES : NYU |

Magic:
Long, slender, shadowed tongues find some odd semblance in the tentacles of your magic. And so they consume it, leaving stinging saliva on your soul in their wake.
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Nyu
Currently championing:
#3
Nyu walks carefully through the brush and stares into each pair of red eyes looking back into her own albino ones. Something inside her didn't feel quite right. She didn't know if it was just that sick gut feeling of every eye watching you and only you, or something deeper, something worse, inside her soul. Suddenly, large pink neon leaves to the left rustled. Nyu panicked and got down low and began to use her magic tentacles to grab the blade that sat on her shoulder held by vines. Nyu had a firm grasp on it and pointed it straight out. Huh? The blade still remained perfectly nestled in her vines. She tried again and again to pull out the dagger but it was to no avail. That's when the pain became more intense. Someone or something was burning her soul alive devouring her magic. Nyu knew she would make it through with time and healing but she didn't know what potential danger was just behind those large leaves. She jumped over a log to hide behind it and fell straight into mud, turning her perfect white coat into a brown tobiano. Her breathing was fast and panicked. If she couldn't use her blade or her magic she was not going to survive this strange new world. Nyu began to cry quietly saying her goodbyes to herself, overreacting like most young fillys do. Nyu was all alone, and something was coming; she had nowhere to run.

@ anyone!

Help with name: Nyu is said sounding like "New" ^-^
Luminar
Currently championing:
#4
LUMINAR
His anger was dying, but hot blood still throbbed through his brain. He was torn and bleeding from his rampage through this cursed, depressing, unpleasant forest. Muscles rippled under maimed hide as he shifted his milky eyes around the glade he had come to. Although his eyes were milky, lacked a pupil and seemed an endless hole- his vision was perfect. Better than perfect, for he could see very well in low light conditions. But right now he didn't need perfect vision to see the creature standing in front of him.

Hell, you could be blind and still see that glowing, slender figure.

Her hide was so white she shone in the bleak darkness of the rift, although tainted with mud. She seemed so pure compared to the wicked backdrop- like an angel that had fallen straight out of the sky.

For a fleeting moment he thought of melting back into the foliage. To run away and not have to converse with this lovely being. But he shook his head and pushed those thoughts out. No. I have to hear what people have to say about this place. He didn't think she noticed him yet, and he was grateful for that. He could only imagine how me looked; blue black hide streaked with cuts, muscles twitching and hot with anger, glowing moon face marked and bloody. He had split his lip as he tore at an innocent sapling. Blinded by a rage he couldn't control.  

He hadn't spoken in so long he knew not if his vocal chords would utter anything but a primal cough.

"Miss.." His voice rasped out. He was at a loss for words, and didn't want to scare her off. She was weeping, something was wrong.


"Talk."

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Nyu
Currently championing:
#5
She heard someone say something. "Get over!" (Translation: Get it over with.) the young filly shouted. She felt vulnerable and afraid. Her muscles tensed and shook. Then Nyu looked up. There was another stallion looking down at her. He was giant. Huge feathers drooped into the mud that she landed in. She traced their origin all the way up to his chest. It was thickly muscled but filled with cuts and gashes. Her eyes continued upward to a braided mane it had bits of silver woven throughout. Then she got to his face. She wished she hadn't looked. It wasnt the fact that he was ugly that made her wish she hadn't looked, oh no. It was his eyes. They were the most amazing thing she'd ever seen but at the same time they were the most terrifying thing she'd ever seen. Nyu felt like if she looked at them too long that she would fall in. "H-hi." she managed to let out shyly. He looked gentle and caring so she had begun to get more comfortable with his presence and ceased her violent shaking. "Nyu." She spoke aloud in a baby-like tone. She may have just turned 2 but her childish-like demeanor would remain with her for a long time. She was prone to single word answers, not knowing how to fully communicate to others. If she couldn't find a single word answer in her tiny dictionary, she would simply say "Nyu". And for that very reason, her mother named her Nyu. Nyu's nose gently stretched out toward the large man's wounds. She wished she could make them better but she didn't know how. Just before she was going to touch one, a drop of blood fell and stained red on her light pink muzzle. "Hurt?" she questioned with a sad look on her face.


@Luminar
Luminar
Currently championing:
#6
LUMINAR
Luminar stood for a moment, struck dumb. He didn't know what to say to her. He looked around the glade, what he was looking for, he didn't know. Maybe a way out? He stared the beautiful filly in the eyes. He was trying to see if she lacked..... something. It didn't look like she was disabled. He internally shrugged.

She gestured towards his lacerations, a drop of his blood disgraced her perfect hide. He felt as if he wasn't good enough to escort this creature. Everywhere his eyes landed, beauty lay. From her delicate legs, to her large, innocent red eyes. She could not be of this world. This world is much too dark and ugly to create a being so pure. He looked upon himself now. His dusky pelt was marred with scars both fresh and old, his feathers were matted and clumped, he probably stunk like a swamp. He had sticks, twigs and leaves poking out of his braided mane and his thick loose forelock. Even the mud that coated her looked like it had curtsied and asked to be placed upon her hide.

"No." He let the silence carry for a moment, then added. "I'm used to it. I've had worse." His social skills weren't all that good, but neither were they dreadful. Imperfect perhaps, from lack of use. He turned to show her a large scar on his hindquarters. It was a shallow hole about the size of a fist, flesh twisted and ugly where it had healed over. It was an old scar, one that left a memory branded into his mind. The memory he dreamed of, hallucinated and the one he gazed upon in the black abyss that his mind retreated to when he was in a blind rage.



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Nyu
Currently championing:
#7
Nyu slowly wobbled to her hooves to get a closer look at the big man's scar. It was old, that was true, but Nyu still felt like it pained him somehow; physically or emotionally, she didn't know. "Tell?" she asked while tilting her head for inquiry. She didn't know if she would like to hear the answer, but she certainly was curious.

Lucky for her the mud would never crust like cement on her pure white coat. It would be gone in only a few hours thanks to a eternal rain. Nyu shivered noticeably. It was too cold for her to be wet and not have a sun to help her stay warm. She began to question herself again if she would even make it through this world to adulthood. Maybe this stallion would help her? He seemed big and strong; very capable of taking good care of himself. His hide was as different as night and day from hers but yet she seemed to be attracted to their odd differences. She met his eyes again but this time she didn't feel as frightened. She knew him a little better now and his gentle demeanor is what brought her at peace with him. Nyu shook her white coat and flecks of mud came off with it, returning from where it came and revealing her bright coat once more.


@Luminar
Luminar
Currently championing:
#8
LUMINAR
Luminar's emotional and sexual attraction to her dissipated at that moment. He realized soulfully she was nothing but a child in her mind.

A young, undeveloped mind trapped in a beautiful siren's body.

His feeling's were mixed, fighting with one another. Three voices disputed in his mind, bickering like children. She's rockin' hot. One voice opted. But she's nothing but a child.She cannot consent to running around with a semi-retired mercenary.  Another lectured.

What if she comes out of it eventually? The third and loudest voice called from the depths. He sensed a good soul in this filly. What if she needs someone to help her along? The sensible voice went on. But she's not a scrapper, a wildcat like Silver. How could something so polar opposite work with a brute like you? It said.

Luminar pursed his lips, coming back to the real world. "No." He said, a bit of a stern tone in his voice. "You tell me about yourself first."

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Nyu
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Nyu's ears fell back to the stern tone in his voice. Whatever happened it obviously pained him to talk about it. He became so defensive so sudden. Her mind worked around his words, breaking them down and putting them back together again as if that would make it any easier to recall her past. She stayed silent for a long moment, contemplating an arrangement of words that might tell him about herself.

Not after too long she let out a sigh and lowered her head. "Don't remember.." she sighed out. "Head hurt.." Nyu explained. All she rightfully remembered was waking up on the forest floor with a headache and a log directly in front of her. She leaned her head sideways to move her barely pink tinted mane out of the way of her face. Her red eyes met with his again. She stared in amazement, it almost seemed like each time she looked at them they were the same but somehow different. When she revealed her head to him there was a tiny bloody red mark placed just under her two horns that were also revealed. However some could argue that they couldn't even be called horns considering that they were undeveloped and mere fuzzy lumps upon her head. Usually, revealing these "horns" is what caused her to lose friendships. She was called many names and often made fun of. This could very well be why her social skills aren't that developed for her at the age of 2 as she's never had to use them because shes been alone all her life.

She lowered her head, ashamed she had even shown him. He'll probably leave me all alone now... Please don't go mister.. Quietly and almost sadly she said, "Name, Nyu." She wanted him to leave so he wouldn't stare at her ugliness anymore but more than her wish for him to leave, she wished him to stay with her.


@Luminar
Luminar
Currently championing:
#10
LUMINAR

Luminar watched curiously as she revealed her horns. The pain in her eyes was unmistakable. He shrugged. It truly was not a big deal for him, he had seen wounds that mutilated and scarred far worse and more obvious than her small bumps. He did a 180, and swished his stumpy little tail.  "This is kind of stupid too." He stated while turning back to look at the gnarled stump of what used to be a beautiful flowing tail, streaked with silver as bright and shining as the moon itself. When he dreamed, he still had his tail. It was braided in his trademark fighting braid, rolled up and wrapped so it wouldn't get stepped on, bitten or broken. Ah, the care he had taken to make sure nothing had happened to his beautiful appendage. His gaze was longing as he stared at his docked extremity.

He met the fillies eyes, staring hard. "Appreciate what you have, girl. Because it can disappear in the blink of an eye." He hesitated. "They shame you for it." He said out loud, as he realized. His features turned cross. ""Love what you have. If you love your weakness, they can't use it against you any more... He trailed off, as he comprehended that that was exactly what happened to him; His weakness had been Silver, with her flowing mane and shimmering coat, her rippling lean body and her fierce ice blue eyes. And he had loved his weakness. He had loved her for all he was worth and much, much more. In the end they killed her for it. Disemboweling her and leaving her entrails in his sleeping patch.

His eyes grew distant as he was pulled out of reality and into a heart-wrenching flashback.

The night was cool, and Luminar was content. His heart was full as he stood under the moon on the rock that let him see the world. He basked in its cool light, his face radiating a pulsating glow, the silver moon on his shoulder emitted a light nearly stronger moon itself. He closed his eyes and drew in a breath of sweet, moist plains air and made his way back to the spot where he had bedded down, a few yards from his lover, on the outskirts of the army encampment. He didn't need light to see, the darkness was illuminated in silvery grey, black and white hues. He ducked beneath the willow tree and stepped in a thick sticky liquid. It was that moment when the smell hit him. The strong metallic scent of blood and something worse. The sickly smell of something that had been gutted, the membrane holding the stench of the bowels ruptured. Fear coiled like a serpent in his belly as he slowly peered around the large tree trunk, and his heart dropped to the very bottom of his soul when he witnessed what lay beyond.
Her glistening body lay motionless. Steaks of dark painted her brilliant hide- a single wound carved down her belly- from between her front legs to the base of her teats. Luminar screamed. He screamed and screamed for hours, despite the efforts of his fellow soldiers to stop him. He screamed through his General's scolding, he wailed through the soft comforting words of his friend, he howled through their attempts to knock him out cold. Hours later, he stopped. His throat was raw, his cries coming out as pitiful, hoarse croaks; he never uttered another word.


Luminar shook his head violently. Coming back was always hard. He looked around the glade, hoping the filly hadn't left him while he was in his stupor.

"Talk"


SHE'S A COLD, HARD BITCH, BUT JUST A KISS ON THE LIPS AND I WAS ON MY KNEES.
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