the Rift


The breaking of glass // Spar ; Harmony

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It’s time.

Something, someone moves out of the shadows from which the heavenly field rises. His ascent is unhurried and the echo of his footfall that announces his coming is sounds like an ill omen. With the stinking, rotting mud of the spectral marsh still splattered along his legs and underbelly the black stallion appears as if he belonged to the undead. Skywalker is slung from nose to hip like a panther, graceful and quiet, harnessing unsuspected power as he makes his way onto the elevated field. Tonight, clouds have taken the skies in possession and the land is darker, more sinister than usual – his eyes sweep over the almost empty expanse. He is looking for something. The world around him is quiet and the air pregnant with the heavy promise of rain; it feels as if the grasses are waiting for something. Light? Salvation?

And then he sees her.

He recognizes her immediately, despite the all-encompassing darkness. The body that appears so treacherously soft, the motley of red and white on her skin, the mane which his lips touched not too long ago. Skywalker smiles and quickens his step ever so slightly. He is impressive as he strides quietly though the knee-high grasses, his long neck arched and his nose tucked neatly to his chest, atop his head his ears are pinned flat and buried in his mane. His breathing is even but his muscles are taut with anticipation. The grass rustles and whispers a warning of the nightmare that is about to unravel.

It is clear that his intentions are anything but kind.

“Harmony,” her name slips of his tongue and sounds like a threat. He is close now, moving towards her shoulder directly from her left but there is nothing rash about his advance. There is a chill in the air; soon the grass will be laden with dew, just as they will be covered in sweat and blood. He is disappointed with you, Harmony, and his disappointment has never been a kind thing. “I want to play,” this is the last thing he will say to her before breaking her, snapping that childish pride as if it were a dry twig. And then he halts; it’s time.

By the horizon, thunder breaks the silence and the first, hesitant drops of rain begin to fall.






S K Y W A L K E R.

Harmony

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Setting: Heavenly fields, nighttime. The fields are almost empty and there is no wind but the air is chilly. Thunder off in the distance and rainfall that will increase in strength throughout the fight. Due to the lack of moonlight and the falling rain, visibility will be limited. 


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Default win to Skywalker
No VP awarded because there was no battle.


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