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RP Wanted The Portal 
Khaun
Currently championing:
#1
His world was changing so often. Falling deeper and deeper into chaos as parts were torn away and than returned. As gods were ripped apart, and a new one formed from their corpses. This world was a melting pot of magic, chaos, and mystery. Throw in some random new horses to face the natives and things could get interesting. The small stallion strutted through the forest of the portal. He had seen much in his long life. Remembered how the lands had once been. He was one of the few witnesses of all the land once had been and its fall.

Barely tall enough to call a horse, the stallion strode through his world with a confidence known by few. He thrived in the chaos of this place. Loved how it was constantly changing, transforming. Coming up with new ways to try and kill them all. Even now he could feel it watching him. Hungry. So this was where the new horses emerged. New meat to feed the beast. He wondered if it would touch him tonight. Would it extend its tentacles and pierce his very soul with its presence? He welcomed the challenge. The changes it would bring. If he did not like the change he would challenge the Rift in a trial. He could barely contain the excitement at such a thought. His mouth watered, eager for the Rift to make its appearance. His very form reflected this. He was a wild creation of this world's whims. Changed and transformed until one could question if he was really a horse at all. Of course they'd be died if he overheard. Of course he was a horse! Not only that, he was a child of the rift and its chaos.


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ooc: Really bad post, but my insperation is waning for the night. Open to anyone!

Khaun is a native Riftian.

Immortal.
Cannot be killed unless his heart is cut out and burned in the fires of a holly bush. (Protected due to him being a Riftian).

Offensive Magic
Can drain the life force of others by sending black, shadowy roots through the ground around himself. Anyone that touches them becomes weak and is brought to their knees while he gains their strength.
Vynter the Hopebringer
Currently championing:
#2

He had been following this new horse for awhile now. He didn't remember when he had first spotted the beast, but his brightly colored, feathered, mane and tail and fins along his back drew Vynter to him like a moth to a flame. He had been sure to keep his distance, not really knowing if he had actually be noticed or not, but he was so fascinated with this short pony that he needed to get a closer look. His inquisitive mind was screaming at him to get closer, to push his nose right into those feathers to feel them and to prod at his fins. He wanted to feel how they moved, how strong they were, and what caused him to become what he was. He was yet another magnificent brainchild of the Rift, and Vynter was eating it up like candy.

As soon as Khaun halted right before the Portal he too finally stopped. His eyes were intensely focused on the movement of his mane and tail. Of the way his fins moved with each breath. Although his horse was nearly 2 hands smaller than he at this moment, he still had a profound respect for him simply because of his confidence. So it was after more intense; very awkward staring, did the grullo finally decide that he could approach this man. With ice forming beneath him at each step his eyes searched to make contact with this other fellow's, and soon he was standing right in front of him with that same intense stare.

Someone who didn't know Vynter would obviously find this disturbing. Those who knew Vynter often still found this disturbing. But what the latter party would also most likely know is that he definitely meant no harm to anyone in any way. He just didn't for the life of him know how to properly interact with another being. So his way of saying hello often varied from staring, to blatantly walking up and getting into someone's face. It was with time and much observation of the cause and affect of his actions did he learn that outright approach was not the best option in any situation unless the other being knew him. And it was also with observation, and a few interactions with Valkyrie; that doing anything before the other gives permission is also not a good option.

With these logical steps inside the boy's head, he concluded that the best option would be to make it clear that he was there, that he wasn't an enemy, and then simply wait to be invited over. Although he was certainly learning; he definitely had a long way to go.


Vynter
My will is a sword that cuts down anything in my way


@Khaun
Khaun
Currently championing:
#3
He had felt another staring. But honestly, the entire forest was staring at him. How could one truly distinguish between the gaze of another horse and the glare of the glowing eyes? So he walked, unaware of Vynter until he stopped before the portal and the lad chose to appear. He stared, and stared, and stared. Khaun returned his gaze, momentarily stunned by the boy. What the heck was he doing? They stood there, looking at each other.

Finally the stallion was fed up with the constant, unwavering gaze of the boy. "What, you never seen a native before? Keep staring and I'll have to charge you for it." He snapped. "What do you want, kid?" Yes, he as a kid. Even though he was much taller than himself, the shorty was not so insecure as to let that faze him. Or upset him. Of course he'd get testy if the other sought to use that height to his advantage. But this kid... just stood there.

Never before had he been met with someone like this weirdo before. Most people made some sort of remark or did something by now. Nope. This one just waited, and watched. Was he a mute? Was he daft in the head? His feathered tail twitched, the feathers shimmering in the light of the portal. He wasn't some piece on display for all to gawk at. Without waiting for an answer from the other he turned and left. He wasn't in the mood to fight at the moment, but he certainly wasn't going to hang around this odd ball.

@Vynter
Rift Presence
Currently championing:
#4
Even the children of chaos sometimes have to feed the hunger of the land; and sometimes, the land forgets who are its children, and twist their souls in passing.

A tendril of shadows sprung from the ground, lancing through the underside of your chest, barely perceptible—like a shadow cast across your grave, a sudden, brief icing. It roots around in your soul, then withdraws, leaving you changed in subtle ways.
the Rift
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[ ACCEPTANCE NOTES: KHAUN ]

Magic:
Immortality: Cannot be killed unless his heart is cut out and burned in the fires of a holly bush.
Offensive: Can drain the life force out of others via shadowy roots. Occasionally, the effect is reversed, with Khaun giving of his own life force to them.
» Presence of the Rift «


Vynter the Hopebringer
Currently championing:
#5

The gears began to turn at the man's response; defensive and distant because of his actions. Was standing not the best option anymore? As the words registered slowly, he almost didn't notice the man beginning to walk away. When he finally realized what was happening he was quick to respond, dashing after the shorter horse awkwardly. In no time he was at his side, slipping and sliding on the ice that formed beneath him to the point of nearly crashing into a nearby tree. His eyes met the man's once again, before slowly letting them wander to his delicate fins. He wanted to touch them so badly, to see if they would be wet or prickly or delicate. Would the remain stiff or bend to his touch? He needed to investigate before he lost his mind.

"Fins," he finally spoke softly, looking at them thoughtfully before returning his gaze back to the man. He was trying to respect him and his space, but he was also struggling with understanding social constructs that prohibited him from simply approaching another person and literally fondling them. He didn't mean anything rude or harmful by it, he was simply one to explore new things; and Khaun was a very interesting... bright and colorful... thing? He was obviously equine, but what else? He had fish and then feathers as well. Was he a fish Pegasus hybrid of some sort? His coloring was remarkable, and he wanted to walk in different directions to see how the light changed the color of him depending on the angle.

Vynter was a scientist and Khaun was his new specimen, though he didn't at all mean it in a demeaning or condescending way. If someone were to find him to be unique or fascinating and wanted to investigate; he would completely comply and partake in the adventure that was discovering new things with others. He didn't know what else to say, because he wasn't sure how to approach he topic of asking someone if you could touch them in the name of exploration. So for now he want to silently watching, head tilting innocently as his intense eyes continued looking into the tribrid's.



Vynter
My will is a sword that cuts down anything in my way


@Khaun
Khaun
Currently championing:
#6
It was following him. The Silent-Gazer. The pest that seemed to take some sort of strange enjoyment out of gawking over him. Khaun picked up his pace as he snarled. What was this guy's problem? He had made it clear that he wanted nothing to do with the other, yet the kid still followed him. Dumb brat. Ears pinned back in annoyance the little stallion did his best to ignore the kid. He was here looking for the Rift Presence, not some wet nosed child. But the presence never came. More like he didn't notice it and it subtly entered his soul then left. No, he was too focused on the kid as he uttered a single, idiotic word.

Fins

So he can speak. "No duh." Khaun growled, spreading his majestic fins out, the webbing between the spines stretching as the vibrant colors caught the neon lights of the portal. His tail fin twitched as the spines along his back rose. He let the boy gaze upon his beautiful visage for a moment longer, before folding his fins to his side once more. "There, you saw them. Now get lost." His anger was beginning to broil within his stomach. Though the peculiar way this boy was acting had thrown him off, it wouldn't be long before he snapped. he hated kids and had no patients for them.

@Vynter
Vynter the Hopebringer
Currently championing:
#7

Before much else could be said the male had moved; although his words were not polite his actions caused Vynter to stare in wide-eyed wonder. As the flexed and spread themselves out along the man the boy was utterly star struck. Before he could fathom what had occurred they were tucking themselves back into his body, and the man was glaring at him with a venom the boy honestly really hadn't experience. However, he still was so fascinated with the look of his fins, that he couldn't stop himself from finally making his approach and studying them closer. His eyes were delighted although no smile graced his lips, and the only strength of will he could muster was to not touch them. As his eyes roved over the brilliant colors, he whispered in a much softer tone,"Pretty..."

Then the man was speaking, and his words were enough to startle him from his daze and cause him to gently shy away. Taking a few steps back to a respectful distance he watched him, eyes wide and innocent as he longingly looked at the fins. He so badly wanted to fiddle with them, to feel how they moved beneath his touch and if they tickled his whiskers. But there was nothing to be done, the man was pushing him away with his attitude and making it clear that he needed to keep his distance. He wanted him to leave, that was made certain with his tone; but something was preventing the child from leaving. As the ice began to pool beneath his hooves he began his awkward sliding, causing him to scrabble to regain his ground. Even then he kept trying to leave it be, but his mind would not let the thought of those fins out of the forefront so that he could leave the man in peace.



Vynter
My will is a sword that cuts down anything in my way


@Khaun