09-03-2020, 11:41 AM
<link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Playfair+Display&display=swap" rel="stylesheet"> <link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Lancelot&display=swap" rel="stylesheet"> <div style="width:540px;background:linear-gradient(to bottom,rgba(255,255,255,0)500px,rgba(0,0,0,1)600px),url('https://i.imgur.com/wdFnI3N.png')top center no-repeat;border-radius:35%/80px 80px 0px 0px;box-shadow:0px 0px 5px #000000;:12px times new roman; color:#EEE;margin:auto;padding:525px 5px 5px 5px;box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #000;"> <div style="background:url('https://media4.giphy.com/media/ToMjGpjm9vQhsB4cqVa/giphy.gif') top;-webkit-background-clip:text;color:transparent;line-height:0px;text-align:center;font:40px'Lancelot', cursive;letter-spacing:20px;">Astra Daggenhardt</div> <div style="border:2px solid #000;background:linear-gradient(rgba(240,240,240,0.2)50%,rgba(0,0,0,0.2)100%);padding:10px 30px;margin-bottom:10;box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #fff;font:12px'Playfair Display', serif;color:##cccccc;text-align:justify;">She stood there on the strange beach, the sands shifting and the trees melting around her, the world always seemed to form new things after getting rid of one, there never seemed to be an end to the process. As she awaited the next orders, the movement in the distance drew closer to her; but, rather than step closer towards it out of curiosity, or run in fear, she stayed in place, indifferent and unknowing.
Orders did not come, and therefore she did not move, and in time the shape disappeared. The small mare squinted, trying to see if it had just turned tail in the other direction. Everything felt so quiet and still now, as if the strange thing had just vanished, but how could it have when it was just there? Astra turned her head to look to each side of her, to look behind her, to look anywhere for it, and yet there seemed to be nothing. Once she faced forward again though, suddenly it was right in front of her - or rather, its teeth were.
A maw of shattered glass gaped in front of her, so many rows to rip and tear, and the stench of death lingering within. The creature itself seemed to be made of wood and rotting flesh, each splintered leg ending in a point. Her own feet tried to find themselves as she backed up, failing to plant her footing firmly in the otherworldly sand; however, she did not fall. Instead, the creature grabbed her with its sharpened teeth, shredding into the soft flesh of her chest, leaving parts of her muscle hanging on only by thin pieces of skin.
Astra cried out, her emotions had left her but the sensation of pain was a physical thing that lingered, stronger now that there were no emotions to distract her from it. There was no fear telling her to run, there was no anger telling her to fight, she collapsed to the ground and shrieked in agony as the creature tore into her just as the greyed stallion had.
More creatures swarmed, had they been hiding until blood had been drawn? Or perhaps, had they arrived at the scent of the carnage? It didn't matter, there wasn't anything she could do, nor did she care enough to try. Teeth bit into her legs, her flank, anywhere that wasn't being crowded by one of the others. A small, weak cry came from the tiny pegasus as she felt a chunk of her shoulder leave her body. There was no where to run anymore, and she knew this was likely the end, she had come to the beach out of curiosity, and lay here now in this strange universe to be ripped apart, sent to the slaughter by both her own nativity and the dark god that stood out of reach, realms away now for all she knew.
Blue eyes shut tightly as she accepted her fate, when suddenly there was a pull. Ripped away from the mouths of the hungry wooden creatures, she watched as they chased her, their legs moving quickly despite how fragile they seemed. A trail of her own blood was left behind as she was whisked away, and before she knew it, she was in the mouth once more. Though the journey was just as terrifying coming up as it had been going down, nothing reached to tear away from her this time, nothing more was stolen from her, there was only the pulling from the other side.
Reality came back faster than she could blink, and suddenly she was back. Ragged gasps shook her frame as Astra tried her best to catch her breath, every movement causing pain to shoot through her, healed but sore from the trampling her physical body had endured from the cruel stallion. Black feathered wings were now tucked close to her body once more, no longer strewn across the sands of the world of the living; though she could tell they were fragile for the time being based on the agony they caused her just from the smallest movement. As her breathing slowly returned to normal, she made no attempts to get up, choosing instead to lay there in wait for whatever else might come, unsure if it truly was all over.</div> <div style="text-align:center;padding:10px 30px;font:25px'Lancelot', cursive;color:#cccccc;text-shadow:0px 0px 10px #fff;">One life with one dream on repeat</div></div>
Orders did not come, and therefore she did not move, and in time the shape disappeared. The small mare squinted, trying to see if it had just turned tail in the other direction. Everything felt so quiet and still now, as if the strange thing had just vanished, but how could it have when it was just there? Astra turned her head to look to each side of her, to look behind her, to look anywhere for it, and yet there seemed to be nothing. Once she faced forward again though, suddenly it was right in front of her - or rather, its teeth were.
A maw of shattered glass gaped in front of her, so many rows to rip and tear, and the stench of death lingering within. The creature itself seemed to be made of wood and rotting flesh, each splintered leg ending in a point. Her own feet tried to find themselves as she backed up, failing to plant her footing firmly in the otherworldly sand; however, she did not fall. Instead, the creature grabbed her with its sharpened teeth, shredding into the soft flesh of her chest, leaving parts of her muscle hanging on only by thin pieces of skin.
Astra cried out, her emotions had left her but the sensation of pain was a physical thing that lingered, stronger now that there were no emotions to distract her from it. There was no fear telling her to run, there was no anger telling her to fight, she collapsed to the ground and shrieked in agony as the creature tore into her just as the greyed stallion had.
More creatures swarmed, had they been hiding until blood had been drawn? Or perhaps, had they arrived at the scent of the carnage? It didn't matter, there wasn't anything she could do, nor did she care enough to try. Teeth bit into her legs, her flank, anywhere that wasn't being crowded by one of the others. A small, weak cry came from the tiny pegasus as she felt a chunk of her shoulder leave her body. There was no where to run anymore, and she knew this was likely the end, she had come to the beach out of curiosity, and lay here now in this strange universe to be ripped apart, sent to the slaughter by both her own nativity and the dark god that stood out of reach, realms away now for all she knew.
Blue eyes shut tightly as she accepted her fate, when suddenly there was a pull. Ripped away from the mouths of the hungry wooden creatures, she watched as they chased her, their legs moving quickly despite how fragile they seemed. A trail of her own blood was left behind as she was whisked away, and before she knew it, she was in the mouth once more. Though the journey was just as terrifying coming up as it had been going down, nothing reached to tear away from her this time, nothing more was stolen from her, there was only the pulling from the other side.
Reality came back faster than she could blink, and suddenly she was back. Ragged gasps shook her frame as Astra tried her best to catch her breath, every movement causing pain to shoot through her, healed but sore from the trampling her physical body had endured from the cruel stallion. Black feathered wings were now tucked close to her body once more, no longer strewn across the sands of the world of the living; though she could tell they were fragile for the time being based on the agony they caused her just from the smallest movement. As her breathing slowly returned to normal, she made no attempts to get up, choosing instead to lay there in wait for whatever else might come, unsure if it truly was all over.</div> <div style="text-align:center;padding:10px 30px;font:25px'Lancelot', cursive;color:#cccccc;text-shadow:0px 0px 10px #fff;">One life with one dream on repeat</div></div>