07-09-2017, 09:06 PM
<link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Great+Vibes" rel="stylesheet"><center><div style="width: 550px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/aEjlCW8.png'); padding-top: 5px; background-position: top; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-color: #5d3b1a;box-shadow: 0px 0px 20px #000000;border-radius: 300px 300px 0px 0px;"><div style="width: 540px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/aEjlCW8.png'); padding-top: 10px; background-position: top; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-color: #110901; box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #000000;border-radius: 300px 300px 0px 0px;"><div style="font-family: 'Great Vibes', cursive; font-size: 40px; color: #e4c2a1;margin-top: 60px;padding-left: 125px;align:center; opacity: 0.7; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #281501, 0 0 10px #281501, 0 0 10px #9b7958;">Jah-Lilah</div><div style="font-family: 'Georgia',serif; font-size: 10px; color:#e4c2a1;padding-left:135px;padding-top: -10px;text-shadow: 0px 0px 1px #000,0px 0px 10px #fff;font-style:italic;opacity: .5;">someday, we will foresee obstacles</div><div style="width: 500px;margin-top: 210px;margin-left: 10px;margin-right: 10px; padding: 10px;font-family: Times;color: #c2a07f; opacity: .76; font-size: 12px; line-height: 140%; text-align: justify;background-color:#1e1001;border-top: 5px solid #5d3b1a;border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px;"><I>Daylight, I wake up feeling like you won't play right.</I>
By all accounts, it should have been morning. Jah-Lilah had traveled all over the Earth-Mother's back, and knew the movements of the sun and moon like clockwork. The birds should be chirping, there should be other creatures milling about, but as her groggy brain began waking, she heard nothing. Jah-Lilah opens her eyes.
<I>I usually know, but now that shit don't feel right.</I>
Don't panic, try again. Jah-Lilah opens her eyes, and momentarily thinks she's blind. She then realizes the opposite. Her vision is...changed. Her world is changed. This is Beqanna, but not. It's a fucked-up acid trip bizarro-world Beqanna. This is no creation from her Earth-Mother. This world is crushing her. She reels a bit, trying to adjust to this new crazy-ass eyesight. She can see further than she though was possible, but there's nothing to see. Darkness layered upon darkness. What the hell did you drink last night, Jah?
<I>It made me put away my pride.</I>
This world is crushing her. She struggles to get up, the amount of pressure weighing on her soul is astounding. Her breathing is labored, hard, ragged. As she steadies herself, a slow, creeping uneasiness starts to seep into her mind. She is so alone, yet not alone at all. Something is wrong here. Everything is wrong here. Even the way the trees move, the way the air smells. It all makes her more and more agitated. The cloak that has been draped all around her is positively putrid, it made her feel like the world was dying all around her.
<I>So long, you've made the monster wait for some so long.</I>
Everything is wrong here. She's heard only one other thing since she awoke, a noise that turned her blood to ice. It made her shudder involuntarily, and put a fire under her ass. She squints, trying to evaluate her options as quickly as possible, without winding herself or her company into a frenzy. The Magic Mountain or the Fabulous Forest, Jah. Figure it out, figure it out fast. She pivots, heading to the forest.
<I>You make it hard for a girl like that to know wrong.</I>
Figure it out, figure it out fast. She can't fathom taking that long journey to the mountain with only the cover of cloud to shield her. She moves deliberately, but not running. One of the first things she had learned from the unicorns was to never run from anything immortal, it attracts their attention. She didn't know what was after her, but she didn't want to chance piquing it's interest. If she was in it's world now, no doubt all it's senses were evolved for these surroundings.
<I>I'm wishing I could make it mine.</I>
Deliberately, but not running. For real for real, Jah didn't know if she could lift her feet to run even if she wanted too. She could barely catch her breath, it was like wading in murk, moving through what she assumed was bizarro-BQ-grass. Her stomach is churning as she nears the tree line, her body tingling. It takes everything in her to not lose her composure as she darts into the trees, weaving in and out of them as best she can. She doesn't look back as she dives deeper into the once-comforting foliage...
<I><b>STAY WOKE.</b></I>
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By all accounts, it should have been morning. Jah-Lilah had traveled all over the Earth-Mother's back, and knew the movements of the sun and moon like clockwork. The birds should be chirping, there should be other creatures milling about, but as her groggy brain began waking, she heard nothing. Jah-Lilah opens her eyes.
<I>I usually know, but now that shit don't feel right.</I>
Don't panic, try again. Jah-Lilah opens her eyes, and momentarily thinks she's blind. She then realizes the opposite. Her vision is...changed. Her world is changed. This is Beqanna, but not. It's a fucked-up acid trip bizarro-world Beqanna. This is no creation from her Earth-Mother. This world is crushing her. She reels a bit, trying to adjust to this new crazy-ass eyesight. She can see further than she though was possible, but there's nothing to see. Darkness layered upon darkness. What the hell did you drink last night, Jah?
<I>It made me put away my pride.</I>
This world is crushing her. She struggles to get up, the amount of pressure weighing on her soul is astounding. Her breathing is labored, hard, ragged. As she steadies herself, a slow, creeping uneasiness starts to seep into her mind. She is so alone, yet not alone at all. Something is wrong here. Everything is wrong here. Even the way the trees move, the way the air smells. It all makes her more and more agitated. The cloak that has been draped all around her is positively putrid, it made her feel like the world was dying all around her.
<I>So long, you've made the monster wait for some so long.</I>
Everything is wrong here. She's heard only one other thing since she awoke, a noise that turned her blood to ice. It made her shudder involuntarily, and put a fire under her ass. She squints, trying to evaluate her options as quickly as possible, without winding herself or her company into a frenzy. The Magic Mountain or the Fabulous Forest, Jah. Figure it out, figure it out fast. She pivots, heading to the forest.
<I>You make it hard for a girl like that to know wrong.</I>
Figure it out, figure it out fast. She can't fathom taking that long journey to the mountain with only the cover of cloud to shield her. She moves deliberately, but not running. One of the first things she had learned from the unicorns was to never run from anything immortal, it attracts their attention. She didn't know what was after her, but she didn't want to chance piquing it's interest. If she was in it's world now, no doubt all it's senses were evolved for these surroundings.
<I>I'm wishing I could make it mine.</I>
Deliberately, but not running. For real for real, Jah didn't know if she could lift her feet to run even if she wanted too. She could barely catch her breath, it was like wading in murk, moving through what she assumed was bizarro-BQ-grass. Her stomach is churning as she nears the tree line, her body tingling. It takes everything in her to not lose her composure as she darts into the trees, weaving in and out of them as best she can. She doesn't look back as she dives deeper into the once-comforting foliage...
<I><b>STAY WOKE.</b></I>
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