Zain
The murky waters began to reside from the silted shoreline as he awoke. Fiery eyes blinked rapidly to clear the burn of salt water from the delicate membranes. A spattering of water heaved from his chest, expelling what remained of his time under the sea. He had assisted in rising, the kingdom of his dark God. This realization spread across his features in a devilish grin. His view cast across the wastelands of silt and decay. Rotting corpses scattered the landscape, most sea life, that had become entrapped in the quick ascend of the lands. Now he must too rise to witness the desolate land in all its glory.
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The splashed bay, rises to unsturdy limbs. His heavy weight wains this way and that before he settles somewhat on balance. There was something different. Something wrong. His insides quake and more bile spills from his lips, staining the ivory black. His eyes look to the ground to see the poison within him soaking into the lands hungrily. Just as she had consumed his blood, she consumed the waste his body had rejected...
His white aproned face rotates to view all that is within sight. Even this slow movement causes his head to spin and he staggers to retain balance. He had been warned of the sickness that Pangea would cause, and still he would sacrifice himself again to see her rise. Never does he lose the grin plastered across his lips.
He wonders if any of the others that had given themselves for the cause would stay. Thus far he saw no life about the lands, cept for the occasional nerve induced twitch of a dying fish. He begins to walk slowly towards a puddle of stagnant water, hoping it was fresh enough to ease the burning thirst within his throat. Each labored stride brought him nearer to the waters edge, until he could lower his muzzle to it and sip from its surface.
That is when his eyes grow wide upon seeing his reflection. The equine staring back at him is no longer whole, but chunks of flesh are amiss from his handsome face. His eyes -glowing red sockets- and ivory bone replace much of the usual white and bay profile he had been born with. Wondering what else has changed, his head rises to turn and look at the spot he had ripped so the piece of Pangea could be free. Shockingly, he finds the rip has mended and a network of designs have spread from the simple X that had marked him before.
With another turn of his head, he finds the other side has similar markings near the exit place of the Mountain piece at his shoulder. That is not all though, chunks of his body are open, festering wounds -hide peeling from muscle and muscle from bone. Even his ebony locks have banned together in a tangled mass across his well muscled neck. Many would say he was hideous, a demon of unnatural darkness. The living undead that has returned for their souls, this thought brings him much happiness. As some may consider him cursed by this place and his God, he would consider himself chosen. Blessed.
@[Carnage] tagging cause I would love for Zain to quest for some sort of immortality. Maybe Carnage could think of something fun(evil) for him to do to serve his God
Edit:
Since the Rhonen killing happened after this we can just say his assistance to Carnage there was the task he was waiting for... Since timelines and plots have moved from this
Unless @[Carnage] can think of anything he could do as far as a quest otherwise just ignore this post.
Possesses health transference
and may steal your health.