Caliban 'Cal' Leandros (aupheling) wrote in sceneandsay, @ 2012-02-09 23:10:00 |
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Current music: | OTA - Cal Leandros/Nightlife pups are win. |
Open scene
For a moment the air at about chest-height seemed to shimmer, then it roiled bruise-purple in the middle and silvery-gray at the edges, almost like something festering. The spot grew from the size of an orange to the size of a melon and then suddenly tore open wide enough to admit a person. The landscape on the other side of the rift was scarred and barren and smelled like sulfur and charred ozone.
Caliban stepped out, stepping down to the grass on this side of the gateway, his hair stirring in an acrid breeze from the other side. He took a glance at the new surroundings, snapping the rip shut behind him with a flick of his hand. It sealed again far more quickly than it had opened, there one moment and gone the next. Cal turned a circle to get his bearings before shrugging and starting off, hands in his pockets.