Does Moonlight Even Shine Here?

Mortimer was silent as he crossed through realms, worlds and portals. Leaving his father behind to die in the carnage that had ensued had left him numb with grief and confusion. The edges of fear that had crept up on him during the death throes of battle had given way to a sadness he didn't want to acknowledge because it hurt too much to do so. Why? Why had Sacre, his father, died? What for? Would these questions plague him for the rest of his life? For however long or short that was? He stared at his surroundings, the mist and creepy neon glittering, he felt like he'd simply been transported from one nightmare to another. He had run blindly from the chaotic scene that had befallen Helovia and hurtled headlong into this fucked up disaster. In simple honesty, it looked like something his Grandfather might've dreamt up when high on whatever narcotic he was into at the moment. There were twisting vines and trees if one could make them out through the swirling smoke and the dark shadows. Mortimer scowled at the blinking eyes that ominously flashed through the ethereal scene, his slim honey ears slid back, challenging them to blink again, as his body went completely rigid in startled shock at his new surroundings. His eyes squeezed shut, this wasn't real, it couldn't be real, Sacre wasn't dead, he was still in Helovia and this was just a stupid nightmare. Yet, no matter how many times he opened and closed his eyes the scene never changed, he never woke up, the dream stayed the same until reality became a possibility.  In his chagrin he sparked to life his stiff posture, not wanting to remain on his own he searched for Tandavi, pleading that his mother was here somewhere, that he wasn't alone in this freaky world. With every step he took, the more he felt like the Rift was alive, alive in a different way Helovia was, more conscious of his movements, like a painting on the wall watching him walk by. Perhaps it was simply his mind playing games on him, it was easy to succumb to the brains mental tricks when surrounded by mist and smoke that obscured what the eyes could see. In the absence of clarity, his mind got creative and made up what might be there or indeed what could be here. Hearing a call he chased after the sound, only to find a white maned mare at the end of it and his shoulders drooped in disappointment and trepidation. Yet, not wanting to be on his own, Mortimer lingered near her, shuffling his cloven feet on the surface below and shooting the odd glance at her from under his burnt red eyelashes before finally his brilliantly blue eyes glazed with forlorn desperation. "Have you seen Tandavi?" he asked her, pleaded her, praying that she had, that mother was here and he wasn't alone. That they both hadn't left him alone at the mercy of Kaos.  some things never sleep

art by valycon

Magics:

:: [ Magic: Light (P) | A golden moon henna tattoo that travels up his right foreleg in direct moonlight. ] SAFE
     
:: [ Restrictions | Of no use in battle. ]


Enchanted items
:: {Item: Enchanted Figurine | A figurine of the Sun God that glows. ] \n\n:: {Item: Enchanted Red Arrow | Glows crimson whenever Sacre\\\'s twin (Roux) is threatened or endangered. ]\\n:: [Restrictions | Glow fades with distance. ]\\n\\nNot using my safe pass on either :3\\n
\\nRift-god / Kaos items\\nnone
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Amulets : (provide number)\\nnone

\\n\\nCompanion/s : 
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\\nNormal Items\\n[Item: Figurine | A glass figurine of the Moon Goddess}\n[Item: Time God Flower | Small blue flower from the God of Time}


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