The soulsphere was fractured. Right down to the very core. The irregularity that scored through that glittering magical marble had only needed a strike in just the right area to shear that irregularity apart, like tectonic plates grinding against each other. It was hardly any shift at all, just a few tiny iotas of solid mineral cracking away from itself, but it was enough. It was like the Q'lin spiritually attached to it was suddenly corrupted from the inside out. Fractured panes of gem and crystal reflected in the creature that owned it, and they occasionally flickered and flashed out of view... as though their connection to the world was tenuous at best. The mind was as fractured as body and gem; flying thoughts, fleeting expressions, a constant anxiety that quickened an erratic heartbeat. Flickering, arcanic magic flowed from their jaws and eyes like blood, paws never seemed able to touch the ground and achieve any sort of traction, causing them to move as though sliding and floating across the ground.
The world was a confusing array of lines, static, crackled glitches and inconsistent sound, smells, and input. They strode as though in a dream, or perchance a nightmare, their lavender form a beautiful, flickering mark against the backdrop of the world. An erratic, shattered beast; unpredictable, inconsistent, a broken warrior wandering the mists of their own mind.
Otterbird
Identification: Zagura
Status: MIA
The soulsphere was fractured. Right down to the very core. The irregularity that scored through that glittering magical marble had only needed a strike in just the right area to shear that irregularity apart, like tectonic plates grinding against each other. It was hardly any shift at all, just a few tiny iotas of solid mineral cracking away from itself, but it was enough. It was like the Q'lin spiritually attached to it was suddenly corrupted from the inside out. Fractured panes of gem and crystal reflected in the creature that owned it, and they occasionally flickered and flashed out of view... as though their connection to the world was tenuous at best. The mind was as fractured as body and gem; flying thoughts, fleeting expressions, a constant anxiety that quickened an erratic heartbeat. Flickering, arcanic magic flowed from their jaws and eyes like blood, paws never seemed able to touch the ground and achieve any sort of traction, causing them to move as though sliding and floating across the ground.
The world was a confusing array of lines, static, crackled glitches and inconsistent sound, smells, and input. They strode as though in a dream, or perchance a nightmare, their lavender form a beautiful, flickering mark against the backdrop of the world. An erratic, shattered beast; unpredictable, inconsistent, a broken warrior wandering the mists of their own mind.
2021-10-21 19:57:58 (Edited 2021-10-21 19:58:14)
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