let's hear the sound of madness

The moist forest floor shivers as more moisture hits it, pools on the already saturated surface. This is what it wants, this is what it needs. It does not matter (or perhaps it is better) that this moisture is not rain; but, rather, panicked and soul sucking tears.

It devours them, anyway.

the Rift
life between worlds

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[TRANSFER NOTES : SHAHROKH ]

Magic:
Offensive: Ability to summon golden flames to hooves.
Knowledge: Telepathically connected to Alala; when used, connection causes intense headaches and nosebleeds.

Items:
Defensive: Silver armor with two horns on brow; collapses into a wreath around ears.
You nearly feel the purr of satisfaction as the flower is stolen from the bronze branch you carry. It will bloom no longer.

Amulets:
Are taken by the shadows with a swiftness that you nearly miss.