The Portal
The shadows called to their queen as she moved gracefully through the diseased forest. As the sun fell they reached out towards her, caressing her with their dark touch. As the day was swallowed by night, the midnight colored mare transformed. The beautiful creature became an ethereal being. The faint galaxy that swirled across her pelt like a ghost, came to life. The cosmos shone brightly in the blackness of her body. Swirling and shifting as if they were space itself. Her dark, luscious mane and tail dissolved into purple gaseous galaxies. Floating a flitting in the air like the flames of a burning, purple sun. The glow was soft and luminous, like that of her purple eyes. Only the white marking upon her face remained in its solid form. Untouched by the vast scene that shifted across her body.
Her gate was poised and elegant. The walk of a queen descending to greet her subjects. Though the woman had no kingdom. The smoke Wand mist danced around her, disturbed by her motion. The shadows hummed. Eyes, the very same that balefully gazed upon Watcher, now followed her as she walked in his footsteps. She had spotted the familiar loner entering the forest and had followed out of curiosity. It was not often she saw the quiet male. Might as well have a little fun this evening. Chances like these did not present themselves often.
Picking up her pace she rounded an outcropping of densely packed trees and spotted the stallion. One of his odd mechanisms sat atop his rump. She smiled. No doubt he was using it to spy on who ever was following him. It seemed that her assumption was right, fore his pace had increased slightly when she came into view. Oh, it seemed he did not want to socialize with her. To bad. It was easy to catch up to the stoic male. He was not the type to up and run away just because someone was around that he didn't care to be near. His emotions might be nearly impossible to read, but he as a whole was quite predictable.
When she pulled up next to him he would have to look up towards her. The stallion, though large for his own breed, was a full hand shorter than her. She wondered if it bothered him at all? His face revealed nothing. She smiled sweetly at him, coming so close to them that their skin briefly touched, she brushed her muzzle to his ear. "Hello, my dear Watcher." She purred. Like most in The Rift, she did not know his real name. Merely calling him by the name others had given him. "It has been far too long. I've missed you."
>>Magic: Able to travel within shadows. Can melt into her own shadow and enter this dark world. She can travel up to a mile in distance, though she can only make 4 leaps at such a distance before her magic is exhausted. Smaller leaps are easier and she can do more depending in the distance. Leaping only half a mile ups the jump count to 8. A few feet is miniscule and she can make around 20 of these leaps before her fuel runs out. ( She be a Rift baby!)
>>Vanity Magic: Glowing orbs, like gaseous stars that change their subtle hues, float around her. Lighting her way at night. They glow brighter when danger is near. It is said that those who have a connection to the realm of spirits can hear faint whispers, in an ancient tongue, coming from the orbs. Only K'yarie can understand what they speak. When not in use they disappear into the starry sky that is her body. The largest and oldest of these floating stars posses names and seem to possess personalities.
OOC: All are welcome! Please come greet my babies!
Her gate was poised and elegant. The walk of a queen descending to greet her subjects. Though the woman had no kingdom. The smoke Wand mist danced around her, disturbed by her motion. The shadows hummed. Eyes, the very same that balefully gazed upon Watcher, now followed her as she walked in his footsteps. She had spotted the familiar loner entering the forest and had followed out of curiosity. It was not often she saw the quiet male. Might as well have a little fun this evening. Chances like these did not present themselves often.
Picking up her pace she rounded an outcropping of densely packed trees and spotted the stallion. One of his odd mechanisms sat atop his rump. She smiled. No doubt he was using it to spy on who ever was following him. It seemed that her assumption was right, fore his pace had increased slightly when she came into view. Oh, it seemed he did not want to socialize with her. To bad. It was easy to catch up to the stoic male. He was not the type to up and run away just because someone was around that he didn't care to be near. His emotions might be nearly impossible to read, but he as a whole was quite predictable.
When she pulled up next to him he would have to look up towards her. The stallion, though large for his own breed, was a full hand shorter than her. She wondered if it bothered him at all? His face revealed nothing. She smiled sweetly at him, coming so close to them that their skin briefly touched, she brushed her muzzle to his ear. "Hello, my dear Watcher." She purred. Like most in The Rift, she did not know his real name. Merely calling him by the name others had given him. "It has been far too long. I've missed you."
>>Magic: Able to travel within shadows. Can melt into her own shadow and enter this dark world. She can travel up to a mile in distance, though she can only make 4 leaps at such a distance before her magic is exhausted. Smaller leaps are easier and she can do more depending in the distance. Leaping only half a mile ups the jump count to 8. A few feet is miniscule and she can make around 20 of these leaps before her fuel runs out. ( She be a Rift baby!)
>>Vanity Magic: Glowing orbs, like gaseous stars that change their subtle hues, float around her. Lighting her way at night. They glow brighter when danger is near. It is said that those who have a connection to the realm of spirits can hear faint whispers, in an ancient tongue, coming from the orbs. Only K'yarie can understand what they speak. When not in use they disappear into the starry sky that is her body. The largest and oldest of these floating stars posses names and seem to possess personalities.
OOC: All are welcome! Please come greet my babies!
