12-15-2017, 08:19 PM
<style type="text/css">.container{position:relative;z-index:1;width:516px;background:#000;font:14px Megrim;border-radius:300px 300px 0px 0px; box-shadow:0 0 15px #000}.container p{margin:0}.image{position:relative;z-index:4;border-radius:300px 300px 0px 0px;margin-bottom:-150px;}.name{position: relative;z-index:3;background:transparent;font-family:Arabic Typesetting;font-size: 60px;color:#970007; text-shadow: 0 0 4px #fff; box-shadow: 0 0 2 #000;}.message{position:relative;z-index:10;width:400px;background:;text-align:justify;padding:0px 0px;color:#970007;line-height:-130%;}.toppadding{padding-top:5px;}.quote1{position:relative;z-index:15;text-align:center;color:#ea;text-shadow:0 0 4px #8b8b8d;letter-spacing:1px;font-size:26px;}.quote2 {position:relative;z-index:15;font-family:arabic typesetting;text-align:center;color:#ea;text-shadow:0 0 4px #8b8b8d;letter-spacing:1px;font-size:26px;}</</style><center><div class="container"><img class="image" src=https://i.imgur.com/mUgcHeb.png><div class="message"><p class="name">Embark</p><p class="quote1"> </p><p class="toppadding"><i>Santa...is...is that you?</i>
Her question comes as she is cowering behind her sister. She can't just <i>leave</i> Deiti there, so as much as she wants to run, she stays glued to her spot. The bushes continue to shake, and the golden girl feels every bone in her body begin to quiver with it.
<i>"I'm not Santa..."</i> It hisses from beneath the greenery. What emerges is the most horrifying thing Embark could have ever imagined.
He stands on two hooved legs, his entire body covered in thick, dirty black fur. His clawed hand clutches switches that he hits against his side, threatening to cut the edges of their little rumps. The other hand holds a bag, that seemed to be <i>moving</i>, as if something was <i>trapped</i> inside. His grotesque, goblin-like face sports long, curling ram horns, and he peers at them through glowing crimson eyes.
<i>"I'm...KRAMPUS!"</i> He howls, razor sharp teeth pulling up into a devilish smile. A scream rumbles from the bottom of Embark's throat and out from her lips, so loud that she doesn't realize that her sister <i>also</i> screams. Both girls turn to bolt the other way, spindly legs carrying them as fast as they could go. He follows, trailing just behind their fluffy tails. <i>"Run but you can't HIDE, girls!"</i> He cackles.
Suddenly, Deiti lets out a terrified gasp, as the demon's lengthy fingers snatch her ankle and pull her towards him. Embark watches in horror as he lifts her from the ground and dangles her like a treat in front of his hideous face. <i>"You've been </i>bad,<i>haven't you?"</i> He growls, forked tongue tickling at Deiti's cheek. He opens the bag with a <i>phwick</i> and stuffs her inside.
Embark is ready to gallop away from the Christmas demon, ready to flee before she herself falls prey to him. But as she watches as he throws Deiti into his sack, something stops her. A <i>feeling</i> deep within her makes puff out her chest and approach him, ears flat against the crown of her head.
She wanted to be <i>brave</i>.
<b>"Hey!"</b> She calls to Krampus. He looks up through those piercing red eyes and gives her that manic grin. <b>"Leave my sister alone!"</b> Embark runs towards him, butting her head into the side of his leg with all her might, causing him (to her surprise) to lose his balance and topple to the ground. The bag spills open, and foals from all over Beqanna fall out, taking this opportunity to escape his clutches.
<i>"No!"</i> The demon screams, clawing at the ground helplessly to try to retrieve them all. He turns his head to glare at Embark, snarling. <i>"Why you little-"</i> The filly raises off the ground, plummeting her front hooves into his stomach. The demon lets out a loud <i>oof!</i>
<b>"Run Deiti, run!"</b> Embark yells to her sister, who alternates looking at the half-goat, half-demon creature to her sister. <b>"I'll find you!"</b> So the ebony filly obeys, following the other children away from ugly old Krampus.
Just when Embark thinks she has defeated him, he grabs at her leg and knocks her to the ground. <i>"Naughty, naughty child."</i> He scolds as she tries to scurry up. He rises, clutching her so hard in his hand her hock begins to burn. <i>"You know what happens to naughty children?"</i> He asks, and her own red eyes fill with fear.
<i>"They get the SWITCH!"</i> He lifts up his bundle of branches and begins to beat her with it, cutting deep into her rump and hips. She lets out a powerless yelp, tears streaming steadily down her face. She wriggles and fights, but it is no use.
<i>Thwack, thwack, thwack...</i> Over and over he hits her, punishing her for doing what she thought was <i>right</i>. When he is finished, he grabs his bag from the ground and opens it with that same <i>phwick</i>. He is about to throw her inside, until a voice emerges from the shadows.
<i>"Krampus, release her."</i> The voice is a low, soothing baritone, almost like her father's. Almost as if by a miracle, the demon-goat sets her down with a scoff. Her eyes remain closed as her wounds throb and bleed. <i>"She is not a bad child, and neither is her sister. Go now, be on your way."</i> The unfamiliar man demands, and she can feel his warmth as he grows closer to her.
<i>"You're okay now, Embark."</i> He says. How did he know her name? She looks up, and her eyes become alight.
<b>"Santa...?</b> </p><p class="quote2">Sugar and Spice</p></div></div></center>
Her question comes as she is cowering behind her sister. She can't just <i>leave</i> Deiti there, so as much as she wants to run, she stays glued to her spot. The bushes continue to shake, and the golden girl feels every bone in her body begin to quiver with it.
<i>"I'm not Santa..."</i> It hisses from beneath the greenery. What emerges is the most horrifying thing Embark could have ever imagined.
He stands on two hooved legs, his entire body covered in thick, dirty black fur. His clawed hand clutches switches that he hits against his side, threatening to cut the edges of their little rumps. The other hand holds a bag, that seemed to be <i>moving</i>, as if something was <i>trapped</i> inside. His grotesque, goblin-like face sports long, curling ram horns, and he peers at them through glowing crimson eyes.
<i>"I'm...KRAMPUS!"</i> He howls, razor sharp teeth pulling up into a devilish smile. A scream rumbles from the bottom of Embark's throat and out from her lips, so loud that she doesn't realize that her sister <i>also</i> screams. Both girls turn to bolt the other way, spindly legs carrying them as fast as they could go. He follows, trailing just behind their fluffy tails. <i>"Run but you can't HIDE, girls!"</i> He cackles.
Suddenly, Deiti lets out a terrified gasp, as the demon's lengthy fingers snatch her ankle and pull her towards him. Embark watches in horror as he lifts her from the ground and dangles her like a treat in front of his hideous face. <i>"You've been </i>bad,<i>haven't you?"</i> He growls, forked tongue tickling at Deiti's cheek. He opens the bag with a <i>phwick</i> and stuffs her inside.
Embark is ready to gallop away from the Christmas demon, ready to flee before she herself falls prey to him. But as she watches as he throws Deiti into his sack, something stops her. A <i>feeling</i> deep within her makes puff out her chest and approach him, ears flat against the crown of her head.
She wanted to be <i>brave</i>.
<b>"Hey!"</b> She calls to Krampus. He looks up through those piercing red eyes and gives her that manic grin. <b>"Leave my sister alone!"</b> Embark runs towards him, butting her head into the side of his leg with all her might, causing him (to her surprise) to lose his balance and topple to the ground. The bag spills open, and foals from all over Beqanna fall out, taking this opportunity to escape his clutches.
<i>"No!"</i> The demon screams, clawing at the ground helplessly to try to retrieve them all. He turns his head to glare at Embark, snarling. <i>"Why you little-"</i> The filly raises off the ground, plummeting her front hooves into his stomach. The demon lets out a loud <i>oof!</i>
<b>"Run Deiti, run!"</b> Embark yells to her sister, who alternates looking at the half-goat, half-demon creature to her sister. <b>"I'll find you!"</b> So the ebony filly obeys, following the other children away from ugly old Krampus.
Just when Embark thinks she has defeated him, he grabs at her leg and knocks her to the ground. <i>"Naughty, naughty child."</i> He scolds as she tries to scurry up. He rises, clutching her so hard in his hand her hock begins to burn. <i>"You know what happens to naughty children?"</i> He asks, and her own red eyes fill with fear.
<i>"They get the SWITCH!"</i> He lifts up his bundle of branches and begins to beat her with it, cutting deep into her rump and hips. She lets out a powerless yelp, tears streaming steadily down her face. She wriggles and fights, but it is no use.
<i>Thwack, thwack, thwack...</i> Over and over he hits her, punishing her for doing what she thought was <i>right</i>. When he is finished, he grabs his bag from the ground and opens it with that same <i>phwick</i>. He is about to throw her inside, until a voice emerges from the shadows.
<i>"Krampus, release her."</i> The voice is a low, soothing baritone, almost like her father's. Almost as if by a miracle, the demon-goat sets her down with a scoff. Her eyes remain closed as her wounds throb and bleed. <i>"She is not a bad child, and neither is her sister. Go now, be on your way."</i> The unfamiliar man demands, and she can feel his warmth as he grows closer to her.
<i>"You're okay now, Embark."</i> He says. How did he know her name? She looks up, and her eyes become alight.
<b>"Santa...?</b> </p><p class="quote2">Sugar and Spice</p></div></div></center>