08-04-2020, 08:53 AM
<center><img src="https://i.postimg.cc/tJm4qrjM/anomalyjelly.png"><table bgcolor=1F1F1F style="border-color: black; border-width: 0px; border-style: solid; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: -195px" cellspacing=30 cellpadding=30 width=600><tr><td><CENTER><font face=times new roman color=5c736a><font style=font-size:9pt;line-height:12pt;letter-spacing:1px><font style=letter-spacing:3px><p align=right><Font color=02a375><i>a n o m a l y.</i></font></font> </CENTER><p align=justify>
Anomaly had known death.
She herself had teetered on the brink of death, having been restored to life only by the magic and sheer will of another.
But she knew death far more intimately than that.
Death was her constant companion. She brought death with her everywhere she went - killing with her presence alone. Her very existence was enough to leech the life from others. She left destruction and decay in her wake. It was her way. Her curse. So she finds no discomfort on the sands of the beach - does not recoil from the scent of death and decay.
There are others. She keeps her distance, especially from those she knows. One she knows to be her brother. One is the white filly - grown now - who had saved her from death once. It is <i>because</i> she recognizes them that she gives them a wide berth. She knows what she is capable of - what lurks beneath the surface of her skin.
Perhaps it would make more sense if she knew this dark God to be her father. Perhaps then it would make sense why the combination of his blood and her mother’s had created something so lethal - a walking blight upon Beqanna.
Instead, she listens - saying nothing.
<i>You must die first, of course.</i> The dark God says.
Anomaly doesn’t recoil from the statement. She’s considered doing it herself, to be honest, but she’s been too selfish and lacked the bravery to this point. But now, she welcomes death. She only has the briefest of moments to wonder how it will happen, because then it is upon her.
The taste of metal is thick in her mouth.
She knows, then, how she will die.
Her protection has been stripped away. The radiation is consuming her from the inside out - ripping through flesh and bone at a pace accelerated by what she knows must be magic. Her head pounds and then feels as if it may crack open and the contents of her mind may spill out onto the dark sands of the beach. A wave of fatigue so all-consuming sends her to her knees as she fights for each and every breath. A trickle of glowing green blood spills from her nostrils onto the wet sands below. Lesions appear on the girl’s skin as her breath becomes more ragged. The pain in her head is unbearable. There is nothing now but pain.
Her green eyes roll back into her head.
It is over.
She is gone.
But her eyes flicker open again - glowing eerily in the muted, hazy colors of what she knows must be the afterlife.
<br><br><font style=font-size:9pt;line-height:12pt;letter-spacing:1px><font style=letter-spacing:3px><Font color=02a375><i> i'm breathing in the chemicals.</i></font></font></table> </center></center>
Anomaly had known death.
She herself had teetered on the brink of death, having been restored to life only by the magic and sheer will of another.
But she knew death far more intimately than that.
Death was her constant companion. She brought death with her everywhere she went - killing with her presence alone. Her very existence was enough to leech the life from others. She left destruction and decay in her wake. It was her way. Her curse. So she finds no discomfort on the sands of the beach - does not recoil from the scent of death and decay.
There are others. She keeps her distance, especially from those she knows. One she knows to be her brother. One is the white filly - grown now - who had saved her from death once. It is <i>because</i> she recognizes them that she gives them a wide berth. She knows what she is capable of - what lurks beneath the surface of her skin.
Perhaps it would make more sense if she knew this dark God to be her father. Perhaps then it would make sense why the combination of his blood and her mother’s had created something so lethal - a walking blight upon Beqanna.
Instead, she listens - saying nothing.
<i>You must die first, of course.</i> The dark God says.
Anomaly doesn’t recoil from the statement. She’s considered doing it herself, to be honest, but she’s been too selfish and lacked the bravery to this point. But now, she welcomes death. She only has the briefest of moments to wonder how it will happen, because then it is upon her.
The taste of metal is thick in her mouth.
She knows, then, how she will die.
Her protection has been stripped away. The radiation is consuming her from the inside out - ripping through flesh and bone at a pace accelerated by what she knows must be magic. Her head pounds and then feels as if it may crack open and the contents of her mind may spill out onto the dark sands of the beach. A wave of fatigue so all-consuming sends her to her knees as she fights for each and every breath. A trickle of glowing green blood spills from her nostrils onto the wet sands below. Lesions appear on the girl’s skin as her breath becomes more ragged. The pain in her head is unbearable. There is nothing now but pain.
Her green eyes roll back into her head.
It is over.
She is gone.
But her eyes flicker open again - glowing eerily in the muted, hazy colors of what she knows must be the afterlife.
<br><br><font style=font-size:9pt;line-height:12pt;letter-spacing:1px><font style=letter-spacing:3px><Font color=02a375><i> i'm breathing in the chemicals.</i></font></font></table> </center></center>
Anomaly is radioactive.
Those that touch her may experience metallic taste, nosebleed, nausea, headache, hair loss and/or skin lesions.
Symptoms become worse with prolonged exposure and onset is accelerated when exposed to her blood.