Don't Let Me Down

The rhythm of hoofbeats could be heard in the near distance. Mist and smoke created a sort of eerie, but mystical feel in the atmosphere. Bright, golden honey colored optics scanned the surroundings as this sweet, ivory hued mare entered the lands to which the Rift existed. A steady, two beated gait carried this lovely little mare upon the Rift, towards the Portal. She was seeking the Rift's Prescence. Little droplets of honey dripped from her tail and feminine neck, a couple small bumblebees looming around with the presence of the sweet nectar. Strangely, Symphony found solace in this land, though shadowy by looks.

With the ethereal glow that enveloped the Rift Portal, she took gaze at it's entrance. Various thoughts loomed inside her head as she came to a steady and balanced halt at the gate. Am I doing the right thing? Will I be accepted? Will things change for the better? Acceptance was the one thing that she could never get in lands before due to her unsightly appearance. Her mane a disgrace to others being as a honeycomb formation took it's place from birth. A mutation of sorts. She took a small bow before moving forward in gait to the portal, skepticism very clear about this new world.

And with that, she entered the portal, hopeful for new things....


Native Riftian

MUTATIONS:
- Honeycomb features replace her mane, pieces of honeycomb in her tail (tail is a fullbodied white tail otherwise)
- Honey seeps from the honeycomb. This is a special nectar, provides no nourishment/nutrition, but if someone takes a lick of it, it tastes sweet like honey. The honey seeps from the honeycomb in her tail, and does make her tail quite tangled/frizzy in some parts.

- No magic traits with her. Plain Jane otherwise.
- If jewelry is allowed, she does have some very small intricate jewelry that decorates her forehead and along her mane (drapes). If not allowed, then no jewelry at all.

Thanks!

OOC: Pardon my rustiness. lol! It's pretty bad!

As soon as you arrive to the Portal, the Rift notices you. It doesn’t know that you’re from here, it simply wants to see who you are. It rushes to you in darkness on a star-flecked wind, encompassing the area around you as though it were the dead of night and caresses you in a cool smooth touch that’s light as air but leaves ice on the tufts of your fur. It searches, combing over you for something it can take – yet when it finds nothing it retreats back to where it came from, the light and heat of Scorch returning to the land.

the Rift

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| ACCEPTANCE NOTES : Symphony |

Mutations:
Honeycomb replaces her mane and parts of her tail. Honey can seep from the honeycomb.

All normal jewelry transfers fine! Just link it in your profile to receiving it here.

As for the honey for the mutation, we figure it can just be normal honey and how it effects the character is up to you :)

WAKER

You sort of swore off going to the Portal for a while; it represents a wound too raw. It is a dark stain on the land, a strange, swirling presence, full of shadows and false light, and whenever you've flown close by, your eye has been drawn to it. What if.. your heart has asked your mind, but you've already tried.

There is no going back.

You've traveled to the shadowy edges of the land, but they won't let you through. You've run through the Portal, but no cosmic force seizes your soul and throws you back where you came from. You've screamed and cursed and begged and cried, but nothing has taken pity on you.

In the end, you chose to not go here anymore. It only served to hurt you, reignite hopes that ached and led to nothing. As much as it made you feel like a coward, the Rift had, in some strange way, begun to become your home. You had a few friends, you had expended a lot of energy, you had your little ball of glowing Hope-light... It had begun to take on a normalcy that was jarring and frightening and heartbreaking every time you reflected on it.

So you kind of chose not to, and the Portal represented all of this change, and with a brutal intensity.

Yet on that day, the relentless Scorch sun bearing down upon your back, you fly low over the trees, hooves rustling their dry crowns. You've been thinking about unity, about the upcoming gatherings in Halyven, about the restoration of Hope—and you've realized that sooner or later, you need to face your dislike of the Portal. Could be, that some day, someone will fall from the sky like you have, and need help. Could be, some lost soul will come through, and you can tell them of Halyven, and share your Hope with them.

A flash of light below catches your attention, and you bank hard, bringing yourself around sharply. Yes, there's a horse down there—pearly white, like a sore thumb in the shadows and neon lights. You take a deep breath, and plunge through the trees, flaring your wings as you clear the last branches and glide, jaggedly, to get rid of the speed. You can't stretch your wings fully, so it's a graceless affair, ending with a jog once you're on the ground. Breathless, you make your way up to the mare, surprised by the honey scent she gives off.

Surprised, by the honeycombs along her neck, and the thick, golden liquid—is honey a liquid? you suddenly wonder—running down her face and neck. "Hello," you manage to say, panting lightly. She's taller than you, of a more refined build, and that always serves to make you sort of embarrassed about your own disheveled looks. You're short and compact and your thick, dark hair is a wild mess. "I'm Waker. What is your name?"

Welcome! <3 Let me know if you find it confusing that I write Waker in 2nd person and I can switch to 3rd for the duration of the thread. ^^
@Symphony