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Evening Dancer
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Seems that way. I pull out the spear, feeling the changes overcome me.
Then I pull in the ambient heat and form a long pair of fiery wings, taking off into the sky. It seems I'm the only one who can.
A great hand reaches out of the portal, easily a third of the size of Rivermeet istelf, and slams onto the ground. It is huge, and covered in black carapace, with feathers sparesly covering it. The other arm reaches out, and then his face rises above the portal, mad eyes quickly sliding to take in the world, eyes of red and black and yellow fury. Long horns rise from his head, then swirlk above it to make a black, bony halo, his wings spreading, bare of feathers, yet still shaped like a birds, ending in long blades of bone.
"Today... is the day chaos dies." rumbles his sinister and otherworldly voice.
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