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Själ

Själ was no stranger to death, but she had never seen it like this. Kaos was all madness, his darkness the force that had brought her out from the mountains and driven her into the marsh. He seemed to revel in the killing, blasting apart any who dared oppose him and then some who didn't, just because he liked it and needed to make an example. It was something that Psyche the DarkEmpress would have understood, but it left her daughter feeling queasy. This was wrong. To kill those who could not defend themselves - stallions, mares, and foals alike - was disgusting.

And she could do nothing. She was powerless, and that, more than anything, made her furious.

Some of those who died were those she knew or knew of; many more were not. She was grateful for the distance that she had granted herself then, thankful for her solitude. None of these deaths could touch her, not in the deep, cutting way that their kin would suffer. She'd made herself into a hermit, withdrawing inside herself until she couldn't remember the last time she'd seen a friendly face. The mare thought of Zero and wondered if he was still alive; then she'd stopped looking, because watching him disintegrate into nothing would have been more than she could bear.

And then, just like everyone else, she'd gone through the Portal. Part of her hated that she had gone so meekly, without putting up a fight. The practical side of her merely sighed. What good would it have done to have gotten herself killed? At least she might be able to help, if she stayed alive. Of course, she hadn't known if the Portal would kill her. It wasn't like she'd had high expectations, after all. But, if she was going to die either way, she'd much rather die trying to live. So she'd gone through. And, miraculously, she'd lived.

Now that she was here (wherever here was), she wasn't sure what to do. The forest that she and the others had landed in was unlike anything she'd ever seen, and nowhere around her did she see a friendly face. Worse, her bond with Ansgar had gone mysteriously silent. The griffin seemed well enough for the time being, but she clung to Själ's withers with an enthusiasm that might have left marks, had the mare not been protected by the leather straps of her breastplate.

For the first time in her life, the mare felt truly lost. What was she to do and where was she to go in a land where she knew nothing and no one?

"Speak."
--Ansgar.--

Enchanted items
{*] SAFE Item: Enchanted dagger (\"Kejsardöme\") | Offensive. Made from the remnants of Psyche the DarkEmpress\'s horn; when its wielder says \"döda,\" it will tirelessly attempt to stab its wielder\'s target. Restrictions | Can only attack one target at a time; the target must be in its wielder\'s line of sight and the wielder must maintain focus on the target.\n\nCompanion/s : \n[*} Companion: Griffin | Mythical, plain. Birth Date: mid Drench 1171.  Obtained on 9-7-2015. 

Requests:
n/a

It starts like a whisper.

It floats and twirls in the charged air, spinning on currents and riding on breezes; it's there, it's gone, it's from the left, from the right, and sometimes, it's just the sweet, sickening call of the Portal. It gapes somewhere behind you, black and raw and sparking with teal lights and purple lightnings. Its edges are constantly moving, shadowy tendrils whipping at the physical world.

But its not the voice of the Portal you're hearing—it's the voice of something else, but you can't figure out what. You listen, but you can't hear words.

Suddenly it turns to a shriek, a bolt of sound so loud and sharp and piercing it seems to physically hurt your ears.

Then all is silent.

the Rift
life between worlds

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Items:
Offensive: A dagger made from Psyche the Dark Empress's horn. It bears the name "Kejsardöme", and knows only the command "döda". Upon hearing it, the dagger will relentlessly try to stab the wielder's target to death.

Companion:
Ansgar: Griffin
Obtained: 9 July 2015
Birth Date: Late Drench, 1170 (going off their IC ages, not OOC ones :D)