The Portal
12-23-2017, 05:03 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-23-2017, 05:04 PM by Rift Presence.)
There's a play between the shadows and light. Only brightness can control the shadows…and it takes darkness to define light.
And the shadows are sluggish — sated — it seemed, for they are slow to oozed towards the chatter of voices; drawn in by the promise light fire magic to engulf in these hungry, shadowed fangs.
A low, thrumming… growl? hiss? There’s not quite a word for the noise that begins to grow around the two talking equids (—or has it been there all along?—). Wait! Oh yes, there’s three: three beating hearts; three gleaming souls; three tempting, tasty meals. The thrum builds in pressure, but not in volume, pressing against the ears and eyes heart—
But it breaks to a whine. A high-pitched whimper akin to the begging of a mangy mongrel denied a meal. The orbs, small pieces of hope never made smaller by sharing, appear to glow brightly with excitement.
…and then the shadows withdraw, clinging to the sharp bark of trees. Silent, but watchful.
And the shadows are sluggish — sated — it seemed, for they are slow to oozed towards the chatter of voices; drawn in by the promise light fire magic to engulf in these hungry, shadowed fangs.
A low, thrumming… growl? hiss? There’s not quite a word for the noise that begins to grow around the two talking equids (—or has it been there all along?—). Wait! Oh yes, there’s three: three beating hearts; three gleaming souls; three tempting, tasty meals. The thrum builds in pressure, but not in volume, pressing against the ears and eyes heart—
But it breaks to a whine. A high-pitched whimper akin to the begging of a mangy mongrel denied a meal. The orbs, small pieces of hope never made smaller by sharing, appear to glow brightly with excitement.
…and then the shadows withdraw, clinging to the sharp bark of trees. Silent, but watchful.
the Rift
| ACCEPTANCE NOTES : Aurelia |
Magic:
Offensive: With anger, back hooves are set aflame with gold-edged, black flames that burn self and others.
One spiteful spear of darkness lashes at your hooves, leaving a mocking mark of the light that keeps the dark hunger at bay.
Items:
Vanity: A feather given to her by the Helovian Earth God which is tied in her mane and changes color with the Riftian seasons.
Vanity: Bear god crystal
Vanity: A gold chain with a locket at the end that is inscribed with a small sun on the inside, the wearer sparkles to a certain degree depending on the strength of the sun.
This feather from another god mocks the Riftian darkness, and so it twists it to match its own seasons.
| ACCEPTANCE NOTES : Unnamed Filly|
Magic:
Offensive: Upon command, her hide turns into a fire that can cause burns. When burning another, she briefly feels the burn inflicted on herself.
Unborn are the tastiest of meals; so the darkness pulses once to touch a single, protruding rib of Aurelia's pregnant belly, briefly licking the burgeoning life inside.
*Please refer to this thread when making the foal's account so we can add this magic to her.
