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Celest stands looking over the edge, and her fear cools into something strange. She knows where this is going. There is only one way it can go -- one way they can go. Blood runs down her one white leg, blossoming out on the earth around her hoof, and turning the top layer of dust to black mud, but she feels little pain. Her mind only capable of focusing on what she assumes will be the Carnage's next logical step. He didn't bring them this far to give up now, and she wasn't sure she wanted him to. The idea of standing on the border of another world, of going somewhere even the dark god had never been, it was tempting.
And anyway, she had nothing to lose. She was already dead.
Detached in this way, his next words are easier to obey. But her body still flinches from such blatant self-destruction, causing her to take one false-step before she leaps.
The fall is sickening, but once her instinctual flash of panic passes, there is something glorious about it. Her body is vibrating with the roar of the buzzing as she nears the mouth. The wash of adrenaline has her skin tingling and her head floating, or maybe that's the loss of blood. Regardless, she passes through the shimmering eye with her ears pinned and her face a hardened mask teal stone.
The darkness swallows her, and her dive is no longer elegant. She beings to spiral as she falls, and falls, and falls, all the while feeling as if layer by layer something is pealing her apart.
Silence.
She isn't falling anymore, but she isn't exactly standing either. The buzzing has stopped but her body still trembles, harboring echoes of that terrible noise. She turns her head and the world distorts, not quite keeping track with her movements. There are others, the same others from before, but there is an eerie stillness as they all seem to hold their breath. Celest tries to swallow the dust and acidity that have settled in her mouth, but her tongue is thick as a pumice stone. She looks down, only to see a body that is not her own. Her fine, beautiful legs are now rickety and pale, her whole body has changed to the color of ash. With a startled snort, her tail whips against her haunches, but it is a thin, pitiful thing now. She turns to look back over her shoulder, startled as she realizes she could count her ribs below her sallow, white-grey pelt. Her beautiful pelt and luscious curves are gone, her full, violet tail and mane have been replaced by a few bleached and yellowing threads of knotted hair.
Panic is becoming a familiar feeling. There is a change in the air, and with some difficulty, the pale mare returns her attention to the horizon line. Her eyes slowly scan the wasteland. Too-tall trees and melting landmarks add to the sense of wrongness lodged in her gut, and she realizes she was not wrong.
Something moves. Celest grits her teeth, preparing herself for the next challenge.
</p><p class="c3l_quote">I'm not a girl, I'm a storm with skin</p></div></center>
celest lost "her beauty" her coat is now a pale white/yellow/grey along with her eyes. she is rickety and her ribs and hip bones are protruding and her back/neck seem hollow
Celest stands looking over the edge, and her fear cools into something strange. She knows where this is going. There is only one way it can go -- one way they can go. Blood runs down her one white leg, blossoming out on the earth around her hoof, and turning the top layer of dust to black mud, but she feels little pain. Her mind only capable of focusing on what she assumes will be the Carnage's next logical step. He didn't bring them this far to give up now, and she wasn't sure she wanted him to. The idea of standing on the border of another world, of going somewhere even the dark god had never been, it was tempting.
And anyway, she had nothing to lose. She was already dead.
Detached in this way, his next words are easier to obey. But her body still flinches from such blatant self-destruction, causing her to take one false-step before she leaps.
The fall is sickening, but once her instinctual flash of panic passes, there is something glorious about it. Her body is vibrating with the roar of the buzzing as she nears the mouth. The wash of adrenaline has her skin tingling and her head floating, or maybe that's the loss of blood. Regardless, she passes through the shimmering eye with her ears pinned and her face a hardened mask teal stone.
The darkness swallows her, and her dive is no longer elegant. She beings to spiral as she falls, and falls, and falls, all the while feeling as if layer by layer something is pealing her apart.
Silence.
She isn't falling anymore, but she isn't exactly standing either. The buzzing has stopped but her body still trembles, harboring echoes of that terrible noise. She turns her head and the world distorts, not quite keeping track with her movements. There are others, the same others from before, but there is an eerie stillness as they all seem to hold their breath. Celest tries to swallow the dust and acidity that have settled in her mouth, but her tongue is thick as a pumice stone. She looks down, only to see a body that is not her own. Her fine, beautiful legs are now rickety and pale, her whole body has changed to the color of ash. With a startled snort, her tail whips against her haunches, but it is a thin, pitiful thing now. She turns to look back over her shoulder, startled as she realizes she could count her ribs below her sallow, white-grey pelt. Her beautiful pelt and luscious curves are gone, her full, violet tail and mane have been replaced by a few bleached and yellowing threads of knotted hair.
Panic is becoming a familiar feeling. There is a change in the air, and with some difficulty, the pale mare returns her attention to the horizon line. Her eyes slowly scan the wasteland. Too-tall trees and melting landmarks add to the sense of wrongness lodged in her gut, and she realizes she was not wrong.
Something moves. Celest grits her teeth, preparing herself for the next challenge.
</p><p class="c3l_quote">I'm not a girl, I'm a storm with skin</p></div></center>
celest lost "her beauty" her coat is now a pale white/yellow/grey along with her eyes. she is rickety and her ribs and hip bones are protruding and her back/neck seem hollow
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