11-01-2019, 08:42 AM
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<style> .Rajcontain {width:460px;background-image:url('https://c1.staticflickr.com/8/7615/26376942823_7c401f9d5a_h.jpg');background-repeat:no-repeat;background-position:bottom;background-size:200%;background-color:#F8F8F8;padding: 20px;} .Rajname {font-family:'Barrio';color:black;font-size:22pt;} .Rajquote {font-family:'Pacifico';font-size:12pt;color:black;text-shadow:1px 1px 3px white;padding: 300px 20px 0px 20px;} .Rajtext {background-color:rgba(248,248,248,0.3);font-family:'Padauk';font-size:10pt;color:black;padding:10px;}</style><center><div class="Rajcontain"><div class="Rajname">Rajanish</div><div class="Rajtext">The moment he turns around, the ghost speaks again. He knows, however, that she is still on the threshold, on the beach, now that he is made aware of her again. But he does not ponder how she speaks to him for long; she breaks something off, she says goodbye, and in that moment, a creeping feeling of alarm comes to him.
Honestly he wouldn’t mind being in this place - but it would be such a shame to break off all his experiments in the living world, for some in a place that he will eventually travel to again, anyway - and stay forever.
And so he turns around, leaving the odd forest behind easily. It was hell for him, and the squirrel’s heaven, or something of the like, he wasn’t exactly sure how it worked but he knew it was not his final resting place. Perhaps horses and animals didn’t go to the same place, he deduced.
That meant getting back would be that much harder, too. He grimaced as he found the first guardian - a sphinx-type beast towering over him, and yet, didn’t even seem to notice him. Rajanish, ever the tester, draws closer and closer; he wonders if his translucent appearance had tricked the guardian into thinking he was just another ghost, yet when he stands before the horse-faced lion, no comment is made even as the sphinx stares him right in the eye.
That makes the appaloosa bay brave enough to touch the beast, who reacts with a soft growl and a swishing tail. ”Why’d you let me go?” Rajanish then asks, determined to get his answers.
Finally, the lion stands, moving his paw to shove Raj backwards. ”This isn’t your place. Get lost.” it says, then sits back again, a snarl forming on its face.
The translucent horse debates, but eventually decides that his earlier thought must be right - he’d entered the squirrel’s afterlife by travelling through his own, so going back to the horse version isn’t considered out of the ordinary.
He travels for days afterwards. He loses his sense of direction, loses his sense of time, loses his sense of feeling, because the world around him is numb and forces it unto him. He doesn’t eat and doesn’t drink, because his body isn’t alive to demand anything of the sort and there’s nothing this world has to offer him. He only remembers to search for an exit, and then, after a time, that he was looking for something, and then that he was looking, but can’t remember why.
All in all, from the outside looking in, he might be on his way to become so similar to the world around him, that he might as well be a ghost.
But then, at some point in time, something attracts him. A sparkle relights his curiosity as he follows the light; curiosity that was his main drive when he was still alive - no, wait. He never died! He doesn’t belong! He was supposed to go back… an exit, that’s what he was looking for!
Shaking his head to clear it, he trots towards the gleam, and finds it to be a crack in a rock wall. Peering through, he can see the beach; this must be another entrance, or exit, between the real-life world and the dead one. He’s just about to try and see if he fits (he had never been a very broad stallion, always looking a bit scrawny), when a strong gust of wind blows him sideways so hard, he stumbles a few feet to his left. ”HALT.” a voice demands, one that sounds just like the wind, and not at all horse-like.
”No. I have no reason to be here. I’m alive.” Rajanish declares, his eyes searching for the source of the wind but can’t seem to find it. Ears fall flat on his skull, and he stalks towards the gap once more. It’s there, he knows, and he also knows that this is the way through which ghost shifters might enter, or bring someone back, and through which the ghost said others might be able to follow him, if only for a day. After all, they’d be dead and so, would have to return by the end of the day.
But the guardian sees his thoughts or senses him moving, because once again, he cannot pass. This time, with each step Rajanish takes, the crack slides over just as far as he walks. ”I DON’T THINK SO.” the voice declares. Perhaps, unknown to Raj, the guardian senses the latent ghost-shifting ability that he carries; perhaps Raj had simply stayed in the Afterlife for too long to be recognized as alive.
Gritting his teeth, the translucent bay appaloosa stops moving for a while, and focuses on arguing with the voice. ”I am. You’re just too blind to see it. I came with the others through the crack a ghost made.” he explains, though his voice gets more irritated with each word of explanation. He shouldn’t have to explain this. It should be plain obvious that he doesn’t belong here.
”YOU DIED WHEN YOU PASSED.” A chuckle follows, but Rajanish shakes his head at the play of words, denying what was being said. He remembers he stepped through whole, body and mind, and it’s not like his body is lying on the beach right now. Yet as he peaks through, he sees a lot of horses lying awkwardly on the sand. No, he thinks, it’s a trick. He irritatedly clicks his tongue, glaring around but still, the guardian is only a force and a -now silent- voice. Raj still feels the presence though - pressure in the air all around, pressure that silently seems to force him back.
He decides there’s only one way. Smart as he thinks he is, he walks away from the wall, muttering to himself. ”I’ll find another exit,” hoping to trick the guardian.
Then, a swift turn on his heels, and the anglo-arabian hybrid charges for the crack head-on. The pressure thickens with a menacing laugh and for a moment, the translucent horse realizes his mistake, but it is too late.
With a loud CRACK he breaks through the wall of air that is between him and the exit, shattering the veil in that particular place.
But that’s not the only thing that shatters in the moment; immeasurable pain follows in his head and shoulder, making him unsure in the moment right before the light goes out: if he made it, if he didn’t, or if he made it but killed himself by cracking his skull… only time could tell.</div><div class="Rajquote">No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break.<br>No voice to cry out suffering.</div></div></center>
<style> .Rajcontain {width:460px;background-image:url('https://c1.staticflickr.com/8/7615/26376942823_7c401f9d5a_h.jpg');background-repeat:no-repeat;background-position:bottom;background-size:200%;background-color:#F8F8F8;padding: 20px;} .Rajname {font-family:'Barrio';color:black;font-size:22pt;} .Rajquote {font-family:'Pacifico';font-size:12pt;color:black;text-shadow:1px 1px 3px white;padding: 300px 20px 0px 20px;} .Rajtext {background-color:rgba(248,248,248,0.3);font-family:'Padauk';font-size:10pt;color:black;padding:10px;}</style><center><div class="Rajcontain"><div class="Rajname">Rajanish</div><div class="Rajtext">The moment he turns around, the ghost speaks again. He knows, however, that she is still on the threshold, on the beach, now that he is made aware of her again. But he does not ponder how she speaks to him for long; she breaks something off, she says goodbye, and in that moment, a creeping feeling of alarm comes to him.
Honestly he wouldn’t mind being in this place - but it would be such a shame to break off all his experiments in the living world, for some in a place that he will eventually travel to again, anyway - and stay forever.
And so he turns around, leaving the odd forest behind easily. It was hell for him, and the squirrel’s heaven, or something of the like, he wasn’t exactly sure how it worked but he knew it was not his final resting place. Perhaps horses and animals didn’t go to the same place, he deduced.
That meant getting back would be that much harder, too. He grimaced as he found the first guardian - a sphinx-type beast towering over him, and yet, didn’t even seem to notice him. Rajanish, ever the tester, draws closer and closer; he wonders if his translucent appearance had tricked the guardian into thinking he was just another ghost, yet when he stands before the horse-faced lion, no comment is made even as the sphinx stares him right in the eye.
That makes the appaloosa bay brave enough to touch the beast, who reacts with a soft growl and a swishing tail. ”Why’d you let me go?” Rajanish then asks, determined to get his answers.
Finally, the lion stands, moving his paw to shove Raj backwards. ”This isn’t your place. Get lost.” it says, then sits back again, a snarl forming on its face.
The translucent horse debates, but eventually decides that his earlier thought must be right - he’d entered the squirrel’s afterlife by travelling through his own, so going back to the horse version isn’t considered out of the ordinary.
He travels for days afterwards. He loses his sense of direction, loses his sense of time, loses his sense of feeling, because the world around him is numb and forces it unto him. He doesn’t eat and doesn’t drink, because his body isn’t alive to demand anything of the sort and there’s nothing this world has to offer him. He only remembers to search for an exit, and then, after a time, that he was looking for something, and then that he was looking, but can’t remember why.
All in all, from the outside looking in, he might be on his way to become so similar to the world around him, that he might as well be a ghost.
But then, at some point in time, something attracts him. A sparkle relights his curiosity as he follows the light; curiosity that was his main drive when he was still alive - no, wait. He never died! He doesn’t belong! He was supposed to go back… an exit, that’s what he was looking for!
Shaking his head to clear it, he trots towards the gleam, and finds it to be a crack in a rock wall. Peering through, he can see the beach; this must be another entrance, or exit, between the real-life world and the dead one. He’s just about to try and see if he fits (he had never been a very broad stallion, always looking a bit scrawny), when a strong gust of wind blows him sideways so hard, he stumbles a few feet to his left. ”HALT.” a voice demands, one that sounds just like the wind, and not at all horse-like.
”No. I have no reason to be here. I’m alive.” Rajanish declares, his eyes searching for the source of the wind but can’t seem to find it. Ears fall flat on his skull, and he stalks towards the gap once more. It’s there, he knows, and he also knows that this is the way through which ghost shifters might enter, or bring someone back, and through which the ghost said others might be able to follow him, if only for a day. After all, they’d be dead and so, would have to return by the end of the day.
But the guardian sees his thoughts or senses him moving, because once again, he cannot pass. This time, with each step Rajanish takes, the crack slides over just as far as he walks. ”I DON’T THINK SO.” the voice declares. Perhaps, unknown to Raj, the guardian senses the latent ghost-shifting ability that he carries; perhaps Raj had simply stayed in the Afterlife for too long to be recognized as alive.
Gritting his teeth, the translucent bay appaloosa stops moving for a while, and focuses on arguing with the voice. ”I am. You’re just too blind to see it. I came with the others through the crack a ghost made.” he explains, though his voice gets more irritated with each word of explanation. He shouldn’t have to explain this. It should be plain obvious that he doesn’t belong here.
”YOU DIED WHEN YOU PASSED.” A chuckle follows, but Rajanish shakes his head at the play of words, denying what was being said. He remembers he stepped through whole, body and mind, and it’s not like his body is lying on the beach right now. Yet as he peaks through, he sees a lot of horses lying awkwardly on the sand. No, he thinks, it’s a trick. He irritatedly clicks his tongue, glaring around but still, the guardian is only a force and a -now silent- voice. Raj still feels the presence though - pressure in the air all around, pressure that silently seems to force him back.
He decides there’s only one way. Smart as he thinks he is, he walks away from the wall, muttering to himself. ”I’ll find another exit,” hoping to trick the guardian.
Then, a swift turn on his heels, and the anglo-arabian hybrid charges for the crack head-on. The pressure thickens with a menacing laugh and for a moment, the translucent horse realizes his mistake, but it is too late.
With a loud CRACK he breaks through the wall of air that is between him and the exit, shattering the veil in that particular place.
But that’s not the only thing that shatters in the moment; immeasurable pain follows in his head and shoulder, making him unsure in the moment right before the light goes out: if he made it, if he didn’t, or if he made it but killed himself by cracking his skull… only time could tell.</div><div class="Rajquote">No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break.<br>No voice to cry out suffering.</div></div></center>