Feathers

WATCHER The scars from his fight with Ricochet tattooed his legs and belly. Healed and in far better condition then that of his opponent. The pain in his side was gone as well, though his ego was still very much bruised. Normally the stallion did not linger on failures for so long. Merely accepting his short comings after a few days of being irritated with himself. But this had been different. This was a loss in battle. It would continue to eat away at him until he challenged the dark man again, and won. But until that day he came he would grow stronger. He was plenty fight in the physical department and he was always training his mind, but his magic was lacking. Like Aurelia he was also trialing for power. Though unlike her the rift's presence was less obvious. Only he could hear the whispers, feel the cold touch of a ghost as it haunted him. It constantly wailed because he ignored its pestering. His ears remained pinned back against his head to shield them from the dismal keen. He was pretty sure he would go deaf before he accomplished his trail. Even his machines seemed upset by the crying, though whether it was because they were responding to the pain in his head or if it was due to the magical interference caused by this ghost, he was not sure. He would have to investigate later. It would be good to know if the magic of the rift was somehow upsetting the magic that coursed through his machines. It would be something to consider when undergoing future trials. He had yet to see Aurelia as he wandered through the forest. He certainly would struggle to hear her at this point. "Talk." You have three choices in Life: Get up, give in, Or give it all you've got!

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ooc: Because these two need more threads together.