My friend the witch doctor

It slip-slip-slips around you, teasing, testing, poking, prodding. Hands of dark fumes caress your skin, slipping between fine hairs and

deep

into your blood, your bones. For a moment, you are it, and it is you. Then, the darkness pulls back, and everything (and yet, nothing) is as it was before.

the Rift

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[ ACCEPTANCE NOTES: ASTERIA ]

Just a note, the vanity magic is a transformation magic, otherwise she would simply be an optical illusion jaguar. Kinda. It got eaten anyway...

Magic:
The Rift devours all your magic.

Items:
Vanity: Elk antlers, activated by saying "fora". The antlers dance and weave like snakes.
Vanity: Black jaguar mask, normally invisible. Activated by saying "ativar". The mask speaks and enjoys singing bawdy songs.