Rael Fire
Rael had come to the caves before, peering into it's dark depths , but shying away from the evil sounding whispers, and only came very rarely anymore. But now.. He was to properly enter, and succumb to the nightmares and demons of his past and inner fears. He listened solemnly to Offpsring's short speech, noting curiosly his fresh wounds - where had he gone?
He stepped forward, toward the entrance, and looked back to Offspring, giving a single nod before continuing into the cave's depths. The last sane thought that crossed his mind was what was in the cave's icy walls that brought your fears out, before stepping completely inside. He felt a sudden cracking pain in his back, his legs, and his neck. Being lengthened, tortured, strengthened for battle, for war. His worst fear, having to be magically broken, stretched, and rebuilt to save his family in a war amongst the kingdoms of Beqanna. He felt his legs thicken, his hooves become larger, his shoulder muscles slightly enlarging, and growing stronger - the magical equivalent of nearly a year's normal work on constant mocks, extensive strain, and 24/7 training with hardly a breather between training, traveling and battle itself. He hated the fact it would mean having to ignore his family, feared that most, and it came out.
He felt his body be crushed under earth and rock, his lungs flowed through by searing water, his mind slowly blacken and fade. He felt more and more broken bones, more and more fear for his family slowly override his senses, instinct take over as he spluttered, ran, and kicked his way through the crushing darkness until light seared red against his eyelids, and he stopped, stock still as he gasped, before opening his eyes. His form was normal once more, somehow, war had not torn his family apart, and he was alive. But on his spine's centre, he felt an odd pattern of jagged lines, running along from his withers to the peak of his rump, burning and etching itself. The lines gleamed an obsidian black, reflected the sun ever so slightly and heating up his dark grullo coat.
He stepped forward, toward the entrance, and looked back to Offspring, giving a single nod before continuing into the cave's depths. The last sane thought that crossed his mind was what was in the cave's icy walls that brought your fears out, before stepping completely inside. He felt a sudden cracking pain in his back, his legs, and his neck. Being lengthened, tortured, strengthened for battle, for war. His worst fear, having to be magically broken, stretched, and rebuilt to save his family in a war amongst the kingdoms of Beqanna. He felt his legs thicken, his hooves become larger, his shoulder muscles slightly enlarging, and growing stronger - the magical equivalent of nearly a year's normal work on constant mocks, extensive strain, and 24/7 training with hardly a breather between training, traveling and battle itself. He hated the fact it would mean having to ignore his family, feared that most, and it came out.
He felt his body be crushed under earth and rock, his lungs flowed through by searing water, his mind slowly blacken and fade. He felt more and more broken bones, more and more fear for his family slowly override his senses, instinct take over as he spluttered, ran, and kicked his way through the crushing darkness until light seared red against his eyelids, and he stopped, stock still as he gasped, before opening his eyes. His form was normal once more, somehow, war had not torn his family apart, and he was alive. But on his spine's centre, he felt an odd pattern of jagged lines, running along from his withers to the peak of his rump, burning and etching itself. The lines gleamed an obsidian black, reflected the sun ever so slightly and heating up his dark grullo coat.
The Brother of the Ice
OOC - Rael is going to be a Warrior.
Scar looks approximately like this - /\/\/\/\/\