SWP :: First Contact

SWP :: First Contact

Crystarius Posts: 13

Up For Adoption atk: 3.5 | def: 6.5 | dam: 5.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 :: 10 years HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE

Adoptable

08-19-2015, 12:37 AM (This post was last modified: 08-19-2015, 12:44 AM by Crystarius.)

The mineral my family discovered had been the worst possible thing to happen to us - or the best, if you enjoyed turning into a massive beast of red crystal. It was a notion that left a bitter taste in my mouth. An event that I never would have signed up for. But I had already taken it, unaware of just how addicting it was or how alive it was. It consumed every ounce of what made you who you are. At least, that's what it seemed like to me. I could feel it changing me before the crystals began growing through my skin - which is utter agony, by the way - but once they began popping out... Well, that was it. I couldn't let it take over. I couldn't become that. The addiction would test my resolve, no doubt, but at least I wouldn't be a mindless, hulking behemoth.

So I ran, leaving behind my monstrous family and cutting out the red mineral cold turkey. That was when I came upon the Blood Falls and that stupid, hulking asshole commonly referred to as the winter god made my day much worse. He stood before me, massive and pissed. It wasn't surprising, really. He wasn't known for being a delightful or happy presence. The icy spikes, glowing eyes, blue blood oozing from nasty sores... it was enough to make anyone's stomach churn. "Well, fuck me backwards..." I grumble, frozen to the spot. He hulks towards me, jaws open enough to show off his large and impressive teeth - though the effect is lessened by the drool stringing from his lips. I can't help but smirk as I hold back the laughter bubbling in my chest. He just might kill me but at least I can die knowing I didn't completely lose me. With his jaws mere inches from my face and his nasty breath burning my nostrils, I let out a puff of breath. "To what do I owe this -" I begin defiantly, but my words are abruptly cut off.

Everything is tense then it just... snaps.

Then the Blood Falls seems... almost renewed. There is no hiding my confusion, though I'm almost grateful that I wasn't slaughtered by the winter god...or, was I? I blink, hard, trying to bring myself out of this daze. The trees that had only moments before been bare are now covered in bright red foliage. Then my red eyes found the Falls and they were red, too. That wasn't as unusual as the previously noted change, though the most unusual was that big old blue was gone. In his place were a bunch of faces I didn't know. Three of which felt very foreign. I remain silent for the moment - red eyes watching carefully until my body betrays me.

'It's time.' Desire to consume the red mineral spreads like wildfire through my veins, making me fidget, making me sweat. The familiar pangs of pressure pound against my skull and I can't fight the strangled groan from escaping my dark lips. "Fuck." I growl, emphatic and irritated. I fight hard against the urges, figuratively forcing them down and locking them away. It's only temporary, of course, and my symptoms are only liable to get worse but I couldn't bend now. I couldn't give in before I'd really begun. One of the foreign ones, a white mare, introduces herself. "Ophelia." I taste her name on my tongue, curious before returning her gesture with a nod of my head. "I'm Crystarius." my voice is rough, a bit more strained than it usually was but for good reason. A good reason that I wasn't exactly about to reveal. Not yet.

CRYSTARIUS