T E N E B R A E
On my body, the grace of shadows
and in my heart: all Hells
and in my heart: all Hells
The island sinks beneath him. The land falls away as he leaps from wicked sand onto slick obsidian stone. Horses scream around him, but Tenebrae is fleeing. His limbs eat up the distance of the bridge. Yet it twists and it bucks like a freshly saddled youngster and his hooves scrabble for grip.
The sound of a thousand racing hooves ricochets like laughter through the air. It clacks with a fierce beat. Oh all the world is recoiling and thrashing and the mainland seems to drift further and further out to sea.
Waves roar their hunger, they spit their saltwater greed upon those who flee. The ocean hunts like a predator, crashing down and sweeping horses away in one fell swoop. A wave crashes across the bridge, it drenches Tenebrae as he runs, yet he does not falter, but push on, harder, faster, until even his lungs begin to cry out with their strain.
There is no shadow magic that can rid him of this horror and he vows that he will not die here. His death is for Caligo alone and the stallion drives on, wild and determined. He leaps at last onto the solid turf of the mainland. Sand sprays upon the moonlight of his limbs and he does not stop until the beach is below him and the cliffs raise him up high, high above the ocean. Only then does the Disciple look back and witness the carnage of wild magic.
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STAFF EDIT***
@Tenebrae has rolled a 1! They have been awarded +2 exp.
