09-19-2017, 11:24 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-22-2017, 08:34 AM by Asp.
Edit Reason: Edited per request of Cassi! Sorry everyone!
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<p align=right><font color=maroon face=verdana size=-2>THERE ONCE WAS A KINDLY FARMER WHO FOUND
A VIPER FREEZING ON THE GROUND IN THE SNOW.
PLEASE HELP ME, THE POOR CREATURE SAID,
FOR I AM TOO COLD TO LIVE.
THE FARMER TOOK THE VIPER AND PUT IT IN HIS SHIRT,
AND THE VIPER BEGAN TO WARM ITSELF AND COME ALIVE.</font>
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The smell had only worsened, seeping into her liver and white skin. The wolves had continued to pursue her, and though she complied, there were still a few kicks thrown their way. They don't hit, they don't affect her supposed captures but the roots wrap themselves around her legs, and around her horn for the briefest of moments while she's imprisoned. Then they retracted and Asp's anger raged within her. She growls and immediately presses against the roots that so carefully crafted themselves into the bars of her prison. Each time they brought in food or water, it was the vines again to hold her back, to show they recognized her deterimination to be free of the sulfurous confines. She ate, but only to keep up her strength. She drank, but only to keep herself hydrated. Whenever the chorus of screams echoed out throughout the caverns, her own scream was added. Not of fear. Of defiance.
It was impossible to know exactly how long she had been in her small space. Th days slipped into nights and the nights slipped into days. Asp barely slept, internally afraid of what she would miss. That she would miss the oppurtunity to leave. She could see other horses trapped, she could see them weaving in their cages. She was silent against her guards, the vines immobilizing her. It was then that a shadow approached them. She watched as the other horses shrank away from the bars, and even Asp took a hesitant step backwards. His smell was distinctly male, and though his frame was lighter there was something dark about him. His laughter penetrated Asp's ears, and he approached slowly...almost deliberately. The fear in the pit of her stomach grew larger with every step he took closer. The ambiance of the cavern changed, the prisoners she could still see remained still and silent. Was this the devil? No, no but it must be the creature that harnessed the power of the hell-wolves that had herded her here.
<i>"My little snake, why do you fight so much?"</i> He muses, as he stares her down. <i>"Why not bend a knee and become my pet?"</i>
Defiance rages through her, and through her tired lips she mutters one word. <b>"Never."</b> Asp takes another step back, but the vines that had held her still when they put food and water in her cell had other plans. They were faster than she had remembered, two grabbing her front legs and pulling her down upon her knees. Her hind legs quickly quelled as well. She swung her head to try and bite the vines down to be free but she played into his trap. Her head swung to the right and the vines quickly captured her horn, and around her neck. Instantly she screamed, this time a mixture of rage and fear. Dark laughter erupts around her, the grin on the gray's face spoke nothing but amusement and sinister intentions. <i>"You will be my snake in the grass regardless."</i> And that was the last thing she saw out of her left eye. Instead the piercing pain, and the smell of burning flesh filled her nostrils. She felt nauseous and as she struggled to get away, the vine around her neck grew tighter until she was gasping for a full breath. The last thing she saw before her world went black was his grey figure walking back into the caverns, and his laughter filling her ears.
Asp had no idea how long she had been out. It could of been minutes, hours or even days. When she awoke, the smell of burnt flesh stung her nostrils. She tried opening her eyes, and found that she had clear sight in only the right. The left was where she was burned, the eyelids barely capable of opening, and the sight that eye saw was blurred from the damage. Little did she know that when it healed, there would be a blue mark mixed with white and pink of her natural tone. It would be something that she could come to hate, a reminder of what was to come.
But it was with her right eye that she notices the door has been left open. She cautiously rises, scenting the place and straining to see in the dark. Her knees sting and her eye throbs but she stands. She takes a hesitant step forward, relieved to find that her front legs only stung from the superficial wounds. The screams had grown distant, the horses she could see before now disappeared. She ran, ran in the opposite direction of where she had seen the dark God go.
She finds herself in a barren wasteland. The ground cracked, the sun scorching. It burns her face to stand in it, and so she ran. Unsure of where she was going, but hoping to find some sort of shade. Some sort of safe haven. It was in the winds she generated that she first heard them. At first just whispers, <i>"How could you do this to me?...I loved you. I was innocent."</i> And the accusations. <i>"You betrayed me for this? You are little more than a snake, the first deceiver!"</i>
<b>"No, no, NO."</b> She screams, to no one. To everyone.
And then she sees it. A wraith or monster. She recognizes some of their faces. She remembers how they looked before she had slain them. They were merged together, some sort of horrible conglomerate of legs, heads and tails. Their mouths all screaming at her, some pleading, some angry, some laughing. The cacophony was deafening to her and her ears pinned back against her head. She faced them head on, and her scream was silenced by theirs, useless battle cry against those already dead. Her throat raw from the vines. <b>"YOU ALL ARE DEAD."</b> And the mutated creature laughs--the same laugh the Dark God had used. <i>"Yessssss, by your hoof, by your teeth, by your horn..."</i> It crept closer. Her left eye nearly useless did not see a part of them had broken off, and only when pieces of the conglomerate had surrounded her did she notice that there was no fighting this. There was no escaping this. Still Asp's fiery spirit did not break easily, and she would fight until there was no breath in her body.
The wind was knocked from her chest at the first blow, and she reeled to the side, gasping for breath before she feels multiple sets of teeth along her flank, her neck, her whithers. She squeals and her horn spearing into one of them, slashing through rotting flesh easily. But it just laughs. She backs up, before the next, the teeth racking her sides while she feels the scrapes of front feet. She bucks, her feet coming into contact with the same rotting flesh before charging ahead. Slowly she cuts them down, until they are little more than laughing mouths or heads still spewing the words that she had buried deep within her. Betrayer. Deceiver. Murderer. The words echo in her head and as they fade, so do the limbs, heads and bodies. Her sides heaving, it is then that she notices that she's bleeding, that her coat had quickly become matted with her own blood, that here and there there's teeth marks, splintering her skin apart to expose the flesh. They sting, and she slowly moves now before a very small breeze promises water.
Instinctively she moves towards it, the small flicker of hope still in her that she will survive this. She forces her body forward, flinching and holding her breath with every step that she takes. Asp was used to fights and had weathered her own share of injuries, but she was convinced that there was no place left unmarked, that there was no bone not bruised.
However, soon there is a ripple in the wasteland, and a hiss. It was the animal she had named herself after, a snake. But no ordinary snake...no, this was something out of her childhood nightmares. A titanboa. There was little doubt that it would be able to swallow her. It circled her, and she tensed again to ready for the fight before slashing at it, first with a horn, and then with her hooves as she reared up. Her efforts barely broke the skin as the coils came closer. Again she was squeezed, like the vines in her cell. Constricting her movement before the head came closer, rising up above her. The jaws open and extended and there was little Asp could do as it swallowed her whole.
Inside the belly of the snake, she began to give up, to allow herself to be eaten. It was fitting wasn't it? For all the crimes she committed to be suffocated and digested. Still, there was a small part of her that still clung to life. It was this small part that urged her forward, that prodded her to fight. She began thrashing, her feet scraping at the lining of the stomach before she began to toss her head, the horn puncturing through the mucosa. Again and again she stabbed upward, her feet scrambling behind her to get any sort of grip. Miraculously, there was a small glimmer of hope, as daylight flooded her eyes. And as she thought she would never escape the belly of the beast, she finds some footing, and pushes herself forward, breaking through the scaly skin. She was covered in a mixture of her own blood and the boas. She rises unsteadily. Trembling from a mixture of pain and exhaustion. And then for all the effort put forward, the boa disappears. Asp's frustration at the whole situation mounts, and her raw throat lets out a stream.
It's only then that her eyes find the oasis, just a little bit further. She walks, her head slung low, and her feet picking up just enough to propel herself forward. She was exhausted, but not defeated--her spirit too stubborn for that. The cool water welcomes her, and she cautiously drinks from it. She no longer cared if she was poisoned, or if some sort of water monster attacked her. Dehydrated from the blood loss and the heat, she drinks her fill before the pintaloosa staggers to a tree and shade and stands quietly.
<p align=right><font color=maroon face=verdana size=-2> BUT UPON COMING ALIVE,
IT BIT THE FARMER MOST WRETCHEDLY,
AND AS THE FARMER DIED, HE ASKED THE VIPER,
BUT WHY? WHY, WHEN I WAS SO TRUSTING OF YOU?
BECAUSE I AM A VIPER, THE SNAKE REPLIED.
<i><b>AND ONE CANNOT EXPECT KINDNESS FROM EVIL.</i></b></font></align>
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Brief Summary:
Carnage's mark: Around the left eye the skin around the eye will be scarred and pigmented with different shades of blue.
Injuries: Scraped knees, multiple cuts all over, voice is raw, left eye is burnt and barely usable (after it heals it will go back to full sight--unless something else happens to it)
<p align=right><font color=maroon face=verdana size=-2>THERE ONCE WAS A KINDLY FARMER WHO FOUND
A VIPER FREEZING ON THE GROUND IN THE SNOW.
PLEASE HELP ME, THE POOR CREATURE SAID,
FOR I AM TOO COLD TO LIVE.
THE FARMER TOOK THE VIPER AND PUT IT IN HIS SHIRT,
AND THE VIPER BEGAN TO WARM ITSELF AND COME ALIVE.</font>
<p align=left>
The smell had only worsened, seeping into her liver and white skin. The wolves had continued to pursue her, and though she complied, there were still a few kicks thrown their way. They don't hit, they don't affect her supposed captures but the roots wrap themselves around her legs, and around her horn for the briefest of moments while she's imprisoned. Then they retracted and Asp's anger raged within her. She growls and immediately presses against the roots that so carefully crafted themselves into the bars of her prison. Each time they brought in food or water, it was the vines again to hold her back, to show they recognized her deterimination to be free of the sulfurous confines. She ate, but only to keep up her strength. She drank, but only to keep herself hydrated. Whenever the chorus of screams echoed out throughout the caverns, her own scream was added. Not of fear. Of defiance.
It was impossible to know exactly how long she had been in her small space. Th days slipped into nights and the nights slipped into days. Asp barely slept, internally afraid of what she would miss. That she would miss the oppurtunity to leave. She could see other horses trapped, she could see them weaving in their cages. She was silent against her guards, the vines immobilizing her. It was then that a shadow approached them. She watched as the other horses shrank away from the bars, and even Asp took a hesitant step backwards. His smell was distinctly male, and though his frame was lighter there was something dark about him. His laughter penetrated Asp's ears, and he approached slowly...almost deliberately. The fear in the pit of her stomach grew larger with every step he took closer. The ambiance of the cavern changed, the prisoners she could still see remained still and silent. Was this the devil? No, no but it must be the creature that harnessed the power of the hell-wolves that had herded her here.
<i>"My little snake, why do you fight so much?"</i> He muses, as he stares her down. <i>"Why not bend a knee and become my pet?"</i>
Defiance rages through her, and through her tired lips she mutters one word. <b>"Never."</b> Asp takes another step back, but the vines that had held her still when they put food and water in her cell had other plans. They were faster than she had remembered, two grabbing her front legs and pulling her down upon her knees. Her hind legs quickly quelled as well. She swung her head to try and bite the vines down to be free but she played into his trap. Her head swung to the right and the vines quickly captured her horn, and around her neck. Instantly she screamed, this time a mixture of rage and fear. Dark laughter erupts around her, the grin on the gray's face spoke nothing but amusement and sinister intentions. <i>"You will be my snake in the grass regardless."</i> And that was the last thing she saw out of her left eye. Instead the piercing pain, and the smell of burning flesh filled her nostrils. She felt nauseous and as she struggled to get away, the vine around her neck grew tighter until she was gasping for a full breath. The last thing she saw before her world went black was his grey figure walking back into the caverns, and his laughter filling her ears.
Asp had no idea how long she had been out. It could of been minutes, hours or even days. When she awoke, the smell of burnt flesh stung her nostrils. She tried opening her eyes, and found that she had clear sight in only the right. The left was where she was burned, the eyelids barely capable of opening, and the sight that eye saw was blurred from the damage. Little did she know that when it healed, there would be a blue mark mixed with white and pink of her natural tone. It would be something that she could come to hate, a reminder of what was to come.
But it was with her right eye that she notices the door has been left open. She cautiously rises, scenting the place and straining to see in the dark. Her knees sting and her eye throbs but she stands. She takes a hesitant step forward, relieved to find that her front legs only stung from the superficial wounds. The screams had grown distant, the horses she could see before now disappeared. She ran, ran in the opposite direction of where she had seen the dark God go.
She finds herself in a barren wasteland. The ground cracked, the sun scorching. It burns her face to stand in it, and so she ran. Unsure of where she was going, but hoping to find some sort of shade. Some sort of safe haven. It was in the winds she generated that she first heard them. At first just whispers, <i>"How could you do this to me?...I loved you. I was innocent."</i> And the accusations. <i>"You betrayed me for this? You are little more than a snake, the first deceiver!"</i>
<b>"No, no, NO."</b> She screams, to no one. To everyone.
And then she sees it. A wraith or monster. She recognizes some of their faces. She remembers how they looked before she had slain them. They were merged together, some sort of horrible conglomerate of legs, heads and tails. Their mouths all screaming at her, some pleading, some angry, some laughing. The cacophony was deafening to her and her ears pinned back against her head. She faced them head on, and her scream was silenced by theirs, useless battle cry against those already dead. Her throat raw from the vines. <b>"YOU ALL ARE DEAD."</b> And the mutated creature laughs--the same laugh the Dark God had used. <i>"Yessssss, by your hoof, by your teeth, by your horn..."</i> It crept closer. Her left eye nearly useless did not see a part of them had broken off, and only when pieces of the conglomerate had surrounded her did she notice that there was no fighting this. There was no escaping this. Still Asp's fiery spirit did not break easily, and she would fight until there was no breath in her body.
The wind was knocked from her chest at the first blow, and she reeled to the side, gasping for breath before she feels multiple sets of teeth along her flank, her neck, her whithers. She squeals and her horn spearing into one of them, slashing through rotting flesh easily. But it just laughs. She backs up, before the next, the teeth racking her sides while she feels the scrapes of front feet. She bucks, her feet coming into contact with the same rotting flesh before charging ahead. Slowly she cuts them down, until they are little more than laughing mouths or heads still spewing the words that she had buried deep within her. Betrayer. Deceiver. Murderer. The words echo in her head and as they fade, so do the limbs, heads and bodies. Her sides heaving, it is then that she notices that she's bleeding, that her coat had quickly become matted with her own blood, that here and there there's teeth marks, splintering her skin apart to expose the flesh. They sting, and she slowly moves now before a very small breeze promises water.
Instinctively she moves towards it, the small flicker of hope still in her that she will survive this. She forces her body forward, flinching and holding her breath with every step that she takes. Asp was used to fights and had weathered her own share of injuries, but she was convinced that there was no place left unmarked, that there was no bone not bruised.
However, soon there is a ripple in the wasteland, and a hiss. It was the animal she had named herself after, a snake. But no ordinary snake...no, this was something out of her childhood nightmares. A titanboa. There was little doubt that it would be able to swallow her. It circled her, and she tensed again to ready for the fight before slashing at it, first with a horn, and then with her hooves as she reared up. Her efforts barely broke the skin as the coils came closer. Again she was squeezed, like the vines in her cell. Constricting her movement before the head came closer, rising up above her. The jaws open and extended and there was little Asp could do as it swallowed her whole.
Inside the belly of the snake, she began to give up, to allow herself to be eaten. It was fitting wasn't it? For all the crimes she committed to be suffocated and digested. Still, there was a small part of her that still clung to life. It was this small part that urged her forward, that prodded her to fight. She began thrashing, her feet scraping at the lining of the stomach before she began to toss her head, the horn puncturing through the mucosa. Again and again she stabbed upward, her feet scrambling behind her to get any sort of grip. Miraculously, there was a small glimmer of hope, as daylight flooded her eyes. And as she thought she would never escape the belly of the beast, she finds some footing, and pushes herself forward, breaking through the scaly skin. She was covered in a mixture of her own blood and the boas. She rises unsteadily. Trembling from a mixture of pain and exhaustion. And then for all the effort put forward, the boa disappears. Asp's frustration at the whole situation mounts, and her raw throat lets out a stream.
It's only then that her eyes find the oasis, just a little bit further. She walks, her head slung low, and her feet picking up just enough to propel herself forward. She was exhausted, but not defeated--her spirit too stubborn for that. The cool water welcomes her, and she cautiously drinks from it. She no longer cared if she was poisoned, or if some sort of water monster attacked her. Dehydrated from the blood loss and the heat, she drinks her fill before the pintaloosa staggers to a tree and shade and stands quietly.
<p align=right><font color=maroon face=verdana size=-2> BUT UPON COMING ALIVE,
IT BIT THE FARMER MOST WRETCHEDLY,
AND AS THE FARMER DIED, HE ASKED THE VIPER,
BUT WHY? WHY, WHEN I WAS SO TRUSTING OF YOU?
BECAUSE I AM A VIPER, THE SNAKE REPLIED.
<i><b>AND ONE CANNOT EXPECT KINDNESS FROM EVIL.</i></b></font></align>
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Brief Summary:
Carnage's mark: Around the left eye the skin around the eye will be scarred and pigmented with different shades of blue.
Injuries: Scraped knees, multiple cuts all over, voice is raw, left eye is burnt and barely usable (after it heals it will go back to full sight--unless something else happens to it)