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<style type="text/css">.rhylion_container{position:relative;z-index:1;width:550px;padding:0 15px;background:#030013;font:12px 'Times New Roman', serif;box-shadow:0 0 10px #030013;}.rhylion_border{position:absolute;z-index:5;width:10px;height:100%;background:#985470;}.rhylion_right{right:15px;}.rhylion_left{left:15px;}.rhylion_container p{margin:0;}.rhylion_container img{width:550px;}.rhylion_message{text-align:justify;padding:15px 25px;color:#D5C9E3;}.rhylion_quote{text-align:center;color:#985470;font:14px 'IM Fell French Canon SC', serif;padding:8px 0px 0px 0px;letter-spacing:2px;}.rhylion_name{position:absolute;z-index:10;width:550px;text-align:center;color:#FDAE73;font-style:italic;letter-spacing:6px;font-size:26px;}.rhylion_parents{position:absolute;z-index:8;width:550px;bottom:330px;text-align:center;color:#985470;font-family:'IM Fell French Canon SC', serif;letter-spacing:1px}</style><center><div class="rhylion_container"><div class="rhylion_border rhylion_left"></div><div class="rhylion_border rhylion_right"></div><div class="rhylion_quote"><p>and when i breathed</p><p>my breath was lightning</p></div><p class="rhylion_message">She can feel the veil as it thins, can feel the way it bends beneath the weight of them as they tumble back on out on the beach. A smile creases her face as they come back successful, though she knows that success alone will never quite make up for the things they have experienced. Some already knew death, others were far too young to taste the bitterness of him, but to come back regardless cost them something. The price was their secret though, a thing she would never know and a thing some selfish part of her did not want to know.
Rhy calls to a power she hasn’t called on for so long, pulling at her ghost shifting to step through the veil for a moment. It is so thin she does so easily, eyes casting to the sky almost immediately, looking for the flash of blue that was her daughter. <font color=#985470> “Rae!”</font> she calls, trusting the wind and the birds to take her voice and carry it far and wide, trusting her daughter to hear.
She is about to make her way to the questers, about to thank them, when she feels something go wrong. The veil isn’t just thin, it is breaking, cracking, shattering around them. The noise is something else, a quiet rumbling felt deep in her bones. The veil is silent, an intangible thing that cannot be heard, only felt. The noise then...oh. It grows louder, made of shouts and whoops and the thundering of hooves as they carreen toward the beach.
<font color=#985470> “RUN!”</font> she screams, <font color=#985470> “RUN!”</font> Rhy moves toward the group, trying to get them up, trying to get them moving. One is on the ground, his shoulder and skull misshapen. Rhy looks at him with wide eyes, unable to help. She’d never had healing powers and death did not grant her anything additional. She reaches down to lightly touch his good shoulder, trying to nudge him up, but her efforts are for nothing.
The dead are coming. The dead are here.
<font color=#985470> “No,</font> she breathes at the sight of the first horse to cross the threshold. <font color=#985470> “No,"</font> she says more firmly, standing to face a mare she had fought so long ago. A war of magic and might, a war without purpose, and Rhy finds herself standing before the mare responsible. A mare who has become something else, something stronger, something so very other.
Lightning crackles along the palomino mare’s skin as she shifts into a lion, but it doesn’t matter. Rhy is thrown to the side with only a mere thought, tossed into a rock where she crumples into the sand. She sees the other standing over the stallion with the broken skull, and then everything goes black...
</p><p class="rhylion_name">rhy</p><p class="rhylion_parents">the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle</p><img src="https://k.nickpic.host/BkXyGY.jpg"></div></center>
@[Mordgeld], for not responding and therefore not leaving the afterlife, you have become a ghost for one BQ year. During this year you will not be able to breed.
@[Ryatah], to die and come back again is no small thing. For your sacrifice, you have become an angel. Please post in updates with the attributes you would like.
@[atrox], you have given pieces of yourself time and time again. Now, you will be able to take instead. You have been gifted with soul summoning, the ability to summon up to two souls from the dead at any given time to serve you (3 spaces).
@[Agetta], your love is pure and admirable, and your purpose to protect Beqanna moreso. For your selflessness, you have been granted light beam emission.
@[Rajanish], crashing through the veil without a guide did not work, and you have sadly died. You will receive reverse ghost shifting, giving you the ability to travel to the land of the living once per BQ year. You may only breed during the October breeding season.
Everyone else, you may choose any 1 space trait.
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Rhy calls to a power she hasn’t called on for so long, pulling at her ghost shifting to step through the veil for a moment. It is so thin she does so easily, eyes casting to the sky almost immediately, looking for the flash of blue that was her daughter. <font color=#985470> “Rae!”</font> she calls, trusting the wind and the birds to take her voice and carry it far and wide, trusting her daughter to hear.
She is about to make her way to the questers, about to thank them, when she feels something go wrong. The veil isn’t just thin, it is breaking, cracking, shattering around them. The noise is something else, a quiet rumbling felt deep in her bones. The veil is silent, an intangible thing that cannot be heard, only felt. The noise then...oh. It grows louder, made of shouts and whoops and the thundering of hooves as they carreen toward the beach.
<font color=#985470> “RUN!”</font> she screams, <font color=#985470> “RUN!”</font> Rhy moves toward the group, trying to get them up, trying to get them moving. One is on the ground, his shoulder and skull misshapen. Rhy looks at him with wide eyes, unable to help. She’d never had healing powers and death did not grant her anything additional. She reaches down to lightly touch his good shoulder, trying to nudge him up, but her efforts are for nothing.
The dead are coming. The dead are here.
<font color=#985470> “No,</font> she breathes at the sight of the first horse to cross the threshold. <font color=#985470> “No,"</font> she says more firmly, standing to face a mare she had fought so long ago. A war of magic and might, a war without purpose, and Rhy finds herself standing before the mare responsible. A mare who has become something else, something stronger, something so very other.
Lightning crackles along the palomino mare’s skin as she shifts into a lion, but it doesn’t matter. Rhy is thrown to the side with only a mere thought, tossed into a rock where she crumples into the sand. She sees the other standing over the stallion with the broken skull, and then everything goes black...
</p><p class="rhylion_name">rhy</p><p class="rhylion_parents">the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle</p><img src="https://k.nickpic.host/BkXyGY.jpg"></div></center>
@[Mordgeld], for not responding and therefore not leaving the afterlife, you have become a ghost for one BQ year. During this year you will not be able to breed.
@[Ryatah], to die and come back again is no small thing. For your sacrifice, you have become an angel. Please post in updates with the attributes you would like.
@[atrox], you have given pieces of yourself time and time again. Now, you will be able to take instead. You have been gifted with soul summoning, the ability to summon up to two souls from the dead at any given time to serve you (3 spaces).
@[Agetta], your love is pure and admirable, and your purpose to protect Beqanna moreso. For your selflessness, you have been granted light beam emission.
@[Rajanish], crashing through the veil without a guide did not work, and you have sadly died. You will receive reverse ghost shifting, giving you the ability to travel to the land of the living once per BQ year. You may only breed during the October breeding season.
Everyone else, you may choose any 1 space trait.