So the story goes.

angel, wrestle me
crack my sides to let me see

You are better of without them.

Her statement caused his lips to curl in a ghost of a smile. He could not agree more. Even so, he could not bring himself to hate them. They were products of their world and culture. It was only due to being an outcaste that he viewed the world differently then those of his kingdom. And only by being forced to care and guard him did those who cared for him learn to see beyond the ugly and find the good. In their hatred of him his parents had sent him to a world unlike anything he had known. Whether this was a blessing or a curse he would not yet know. But he was free to start a new life from scratch. And if the world possessed equine half as kind and accepting as Taivas, he would find a place among it. Perhaps even be truly accepted? That was a hope he would hold onto. Fore his life depended upon it.

He had opened he mouth the speak when the laughter erupted around them and a force seemed to come over Taivas. He was by her side, far closer then he had dared to come as she gasped for air. He extended his wings protectively around her in a vain attempt to shield her from the demonic magic that sought her out. His own body k as darkness descended over him, the blood within his veins screaming as the heat and magic was sucked from his body like a wolf sucks marrows from bone. The force continued to pull at him in a sweeping sensation along his back, tearing the smoke that drifted from his body away as the laughter, eyes, and darkness receded. His own being shook with shock as the chill did not leave his body, but remained, seated deep within his bones. He felt hollow inside. Like a part of his had been ripped from his chest and swallowed by the darkness. Though he had cursed his own blood, he had come to rely much upon the warmth it provided him. The warmth he had taken great joy in sharing with Taivas and others in need. That warmth was gone, replaced by an ice in his veins that caused his very soul to moan.

His legs shook and it was only his great will that kept him on his feet. If he fell now he'd bring Taivas down with him, his wings were still surrounding her like a feathered wall. They were so close. Her scent filled him nostrils, his breath touched her skin with each heave of his chest. He soaked in her warmth, her scent, her glowing presence that slowly gave him strength. She was the only light his soul could see in the darkness. His own inner fire of magic was gone. When she inquired of his well being he let out a heavy breath. It took everything in him to speak, but he would not reveal this to her. He needed to be a rock, a pillar that she could lean on, should she need it. "I am fine." Slowly, he retracted his wings, taking a step back. As he moved the smoke returned, though something else had been lost, another vanity magic had been taken. But his mind was not concerned with this. He had to focus on Taivas or he'd crumble to the earth under the weight of his own shock. "Did it hurt you?"


TALK HERE"

that if the end will set me free
or send me down below

Roscarro

image credit to jonathon_brandt at flickr

@Taivas

OOC:
I hope I can take the liberty of having Roscorro feel the effect of the rift here http://riftrpg.net/showthread.php?tid=68...36#pid3636 in this thread.