20th of Spring, 512AV
Location: Stumble Alley
The sun had barely set, leaving trails of pink, red, violet, and orange in the sky where it had hung. In the alleyway, however, it already appeared to be midnight. The walls and buildings around blocked out a good deal of the light and kept the area cool despite the moist, stagnant air. Dark, dank, still, quiet. It was Shadowfang's kind of place.
Stumble Alley was a place that not many people frequented and those who did usually did not stay for long. Still, it was always good to be cautious. There could be anyone lurking around any corner. One lurker in question crept around one of these corners, keeping low to the ground and covering himself with his wings to blend in with the darkness. Shadowfang examined the alleyway, panning his eyes from side to side in an attempt to detect any life. He made his way to the other end of the alley, peeking around the next corner as well. Satisfied that he was alone, he stood and made his way back to the center of the alleyway.Sitting down against a wall, Shadowfang pulled out his journal, quill, and inkwell and laid them to the side.
It was time to do what he came here to do.
Holding both hands in front of him, he focused on the space between them. Darker than black. Emptier than empty. Lighter than air. Nothing. After a good forty seconds of concentration, a small, black hole began to form. It quickly grew to the size of his fist and remained that way. Shadowfang stared into the black Void. The portal had a jagged red outline, giving it a slightly intimidating look. It remained stagnant with no Pull or Push that could make the portal potentially dangerous. Shadowfang picked up a small rock and placed it in the void. The cold of the Void attacked his hand, sending shivers up his arm. He pulled his hand away like it had been bitten, reminding himself how stupidly dangerous sticking a limb in the Void was. He put both hands near either side of the portal, and began to concentrate again.
Solid. Plentiful. Abundant. Full. The portal in front of him began to deteriorate from the inside out. Disappearing bit by bit until it was gone completely. Shadowfang sighed and dropped his hands. Filling a portal was significantly easier than opening one, but the flow of djed through his body always took a larger toll on him than it would anyone else for some reason. He put his hands up again. He figured he had enough strength left for a couple more small portals without hurting himself. Besides, if he did not push his limits, he would never get any more skilled.