01-15-2018, 07:46 PM
<link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Berkshire+Swash|Macondo" rel="stylesheet"><style type="text/css">.h004_container1 {position: relative;z-index: 1;width: 540px;padding: 5px 8px;background: #3E6672;border: 2px solid #8eb6c2;box-shadow: 0 0 2em #000;}.h004_container {position: relative;z-index: 1;width: 500px;padding: 15px;background: #fff url('https://78.media.tumblr.com/b18820d104821976db5e129a4b329961/tumblr_p299balLxC1smku65o1_1280.jpg')no-repeat center bottom;border: 2px solid #91645E;box-shadow: 0 0 2em #000;}.h004_container p {margin: 0;}.h004_message {text-align: justify;font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif;padding: 15px 15px;color: #3E6672;}.h004_name {position: relative;z-index: 5;text-align: center;font: 50px 'Berkshire Swash', cursive;color: rgba(62, 104, 116, 0.7);padding-bottom: 300px;right: 150px;top: 130px;}.h004_quote {position: relative;z-index: 3;text-align: center;font: 14px 'Macondo', cursive;color: #2CA9AD;top: 5px;border-top: 1px solid rgba(62, 104, 116, 0.7);width: 320px;}</style><center><div class="h004_container1"><div class="h004_container"><p class="h004_message"> He had been pacing back and forth along the shore, waiting for that time when the tides receded, exposing the bar of sand that sometimes connected the island to mainland Beqanna. It would be soon, and his nerves were prickling in anticipation. Later on, he would seek out Nyxa, because he was always happier with her by his side. Just this once, though, he wanted to do something for himself.
It was a still day, no wind playing among the fronded palms, almost as if the air itself was holding its breath. Even the parrots, who's constant noise was a hallmark of the island, were unusually quiet. The gritty sand that crunched beneath his dark hooves was familiar, his muscle tone having been built by it. The sweet, floral air of the jungle intermingled with the light saltiness of the ocean, creating a unique perfume that he adored.
At long last, that rushing noise that had frightened him so badly that first night began. The tide was flowing out. He had to move quickly, as it would only be low enough for him to cross for a short while. The pale man worked his way forward gingerly, wet sand sucking at the soles of his feet. For a moment, he could see himself being sucked down, down, down, until there was nothing left of him but memories. Maybe that's what had happened to Bragi...
Pace quickening, he wondered how much further he had to go to reach the mainland. Surely, it couldn't be much longer. Nyxa had mentioned that you could see the mainland from the near shore. The steady sounds of the sea to both sides of him seemed off. And... what had happened to the seagulls? They had been screaming only moments before. The water seemed to be behind him now. Had he made it to the other side?
Moving more cautiously now, he noticed unexpected changes changes. Had he been gone so long that he had forgotten what Beqanna was like? The ground had gone from soft sand to a hard flatness, which rustled almost like autumn leaves underfoot. The scent of the sea was gone, replaced with something strange. It was light and almost like the bark of a tree, but different in a way he couldn't pin down. The sound of the water was gone now too, all that existed was the smooth scraping underfoot, and his own breathing.
He felt... flat. It didn't make any sense, but it was true. The depth of himself was simply no longer there. Fear started to set in. He stepped erratically forward, hearing his feet echo off the edge of wherever he was. With a shriek, his wandering brought him to a complete stop, having run headlong into something tall and flat. Eyes watering at the pain in his nose, he prodded it more gently. Tall, flat, smelling of earth and chemicals, and a bit damp. There was an identical shape beside it, and they seemed joined by a smaller line in the center. A small gap, and there was another shape of the same material, this one round and open. Lastly was a shape similar to the one in the middle, save for one side being flattened. Puzzled, Hod stood there. As far as he could tell, only he and this series of lines existed anymore. Perhaps someone would come along who could explain it, and soon. Nyxa was going to be worried sick if she realized he was no longer on the island.
</p><p class="h004_quote">Half of my heart knows just what it wants of me</p><p class="h004_name">HOD</p></div></center>
It was a still day, no wind playing among the fronded palms, almost as if the air itself was holding its breath. Even the parrots, who's constant noise was a hallmark of the island, were unusually quiet. The gritty sand that crunched beneath his dark hooves was familiar, his muscle tone having been built by it. The sweet, floral air of the jungle intermingled with the light saltiness of the ocean, creating a unique perfume that he adored.
At long last, that rushing noise that had frightened him so badly that first night began. The tide was flowing out. He had to move quickly, as it would only be low enough for him to cross for a short while. The pale man worked his way forward gingerly, wet sand sucking at the soles of his feet. For a moment, he could see himself being sucked down, down, down, until there was nothing left of him but memories. Maybe that's what had happened to Bragi...
Pace quickening, he wondered how much further he had to go to reach the mainland. Surely, it couldn't be much longer. Nyxa had mentioned that you could see the mainland from the near shore. The steady sounds of the sea to both sides of him seemed off. And... what had happened to the seagulls? They had been screaming only moments before. The water seemed to be behind him now. Had he made it to the other side?
Moving more cautiously now, he noticed unexpected changes changes. Had he been gone so long that he had forgotten what Beqanna was like? The ground had gone from soft sand to a hard flatness, which rustled almost like autumn leaves underfoot. The scent of the sea was gone, replaced with something strange. It was light and almost like the bark of a tree, but different in a way he couldn't pin down. The sound of the water was gone now too, all that existed was the smooth scraping underfoot, and his own breathing.
He felt... flat. It didn't make any sense, but it was true. The depth of himself was simply no longer there. Fear started to set in. He stepped erratically forward, hearing his feet echo off the edge of wherever he was. With a shriek, his wandering brought him to a complete stop, having run headlong into something tall and flat. Eyes watering at the pain in his nose, he prodded it more gently. Tall, flat, smelling of earth and chemicals, and a bit damp. There was an identical shape beside it, and they seemed joined by a smaller line in the center. A small gap, and there was another shape of the same material, this one round and open. Lastly was a shape similar to the one in the middle, save for one side being flattened. Puzzled, Hod stood there. As far as he could tell, only he and this series of lines existed anymore. Perhaps someone would come along who could explain it, and soon. Nyxa was going to be worried sick if she realized he was no longer on the island.
</p><p class="h004_quote">Half of my heart knows just what it wants of me</p><p class="h004_name">HOD</p></div></center>