lick your wounds

It wraps around you; welcoming. Perhaps not comforting, for it is a wild and vicious thing, but familiar—greeting a returning son. The shadows rush in, licking up your legs, nipping at your skin, until your steps shed them again.

Welcomed your return might be, but untouched, you are not.

the Rift
life between worlds

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[ ACCEPTANCE NOTES: AEDION ]

Magic:
Transformation: Can shift into a wolf, retaining equine size. His markings are the inverse.

Mutation:
Markings, stripes, and primaries, glow teal at night and red during the day.

Normal item is fine! :D