12-07-2019, 04:48 PM
<center><img src="https://i.postimg.cc/kGYXMGn5/lalahtml2.png"><table bgcolor=fcc0bd style="border-color: black; border-width: 0px; border-style: solid; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: -115px" cellspacing=30 cellpadding=30 width=600><tr><td><p align=justify><font face=times new roman color=bd8180><font style=font-size:9pt;line-height:12pt;letter-spacing:1px><font style=letter-spacing:3px><center><Font color=bd8180><i>beulah.</i></font></font> </center><p align=justify>
The water was <i>so</i> tempting. Her mouth was bone dry from her adventure through the desert. The little pink girl stared longingly at the cool blue waters. She took an unconscious step forward, craning her head around to see if anyone else had come.
She saw nothing.
So she lowered her head to the cool water to drink. In return, the water seemed to breathe new life into her wary body. She wades deeper into the water, drawn into the cool embrace of the oasis. There’s something strange about this place, but Lala cannot register how or why.
Until the visions begin.
The images are crystal clear, and Lala recoils with horror at the sight of the palomino mare’s gruesome fate. The sound of bones cracking is something that she will never forget. But despite the gore and brutality, it is the sight of the black mare that turns her blood cold.
Beulah <i>knows</i> that mare. Anatomy. Ana. The same mare she’d come across in the forest not so long ago. Before Lala could consciously decide, she was running in the direction of the back mare.
<b>“ANA!”</b> she screams - the panic evident in the little pink girl’s voice. She struggled to control the emotion - unfamiliar as it was.
<b>“ANA DON’T!”</b> Lala pushed herself and her legs as fast as she could, trying to eat away at the distance between herself and the black mare - but she was petrified that Ana would lose her footing before she reached her. <b>“STOP! <i>PLEASE!</i>”</b> She pleaded with the mare, hoping it would be enough.
In her desperation, Beulah sends wave after wave of calm towards the black mare - hoping it will be enough to slow Ana down. Hoping it will give her the few seconds she needed to reach her in time…
She thought she saw the black mare slow - hesitate just at the edge of the cliff. Though Lala was not confident about her flying abilities, doubt never once slows her now. In this moment, the little pink mare cares more about her friend’s safety than her own.
Lala doesn’t stop when she grows closer to Ana - instead she spreads her wings and leaps from the face of the cliff - trusting her wings to carry her as she twists just so she hovers before Ana’s troubled form. It seemed like flying was easier when she didn’t think so hard, but Lala didn’t even register the fact because her focus was entirely upon the black mare. The surprise forces Ana to step backwards, far enough that Lala is able to land between Anatomy and the cliff’s edge. She keeps her wings spread wide - thinking perhaps that is enough to keep Ana from falling.
Lala sends another wave of calm - both for Ana and herself. Her heart still thunders in her chest. <b>“Ana, please!”</b> she says, softer now - pleading. <b>“Please be careful. Come on. Let’s go where it’s safe,”</b> she said, gesturing to the mostly-level surface a safe distance from the cliff’s edge. Ana backs another step, followed by another. For the first time, Lala allows herself to draw in a deep breath.
<b>“Maybe I can help you?”</b> she asks, her wings still spread to their fullest. <b>“Tell me how and I will. I promise.”</b>
<center><font style=letter-spacing:3px><Font color=bd8180><i> there's nothing you can do that can't be done,
nothing you can sing that can't be sung. </i></font></font></table> </center></center>
The water was <i>so</i> tempting. Her mouth was bone dry from her adventure through the desert. The little pink girl stared longingly at the cool blue waters. She took an unconscious step forward, craning her head around to see if anyone else had come.
She saw nothing.
So she lowered her head to the cool water to drink. In return, the water seemed to breathe new life into her wary body. She wades deeper into the water, drawn into the cool embrace of the oasis. There’s something strange about this place, but Lala cannot register how or why.
Until the visions begin.
The images are crystal clear, and Lala recoils with horror at the sight of the palomino mare’s gruesome fate. The sound of bones cracking is something that she will never forget. But despite the gore and brutality, it is the sight of the black mare that turns her blood cold.
Beulah <i>knows</i> that mare. Anatomy. Ana. The same mare she’d come across in the forest not so long ago. Before Lala could consciously decide, she was running in the direction of the back mare.
<b>“ANA!”</b> she screams - the panic evident in the little pink girl’s voice. She struggled to control the emotion - unfamiliar as it was.
<b>“ANA DON’T!”</b> Lala pushed herself and her legs as fast as she could, trying to eat away at the distance between herself and the black mare - but she was petrified that Ana would lose her footing before she reached her. <b>“STOP! <i>PLEASE!</i>”</b> She pleaded with the mare, hoping it would be enough.
In her desperation, Beulah sends wave after wave of calm towards the black mare - hoping it will be enough to slow Ana down. Hoping it will give her the few seconds she needed to reach her in time…
She thought she saw the black mare slow - hesitate just at the edge of the cliff. Though Lala was not confident about her flying abilities, doubt never once slows her now. In this moment, the little pink mare cares more about her friend’s safety than her own.
Lala doesn’t stop when she grows closer to Ana - instead she spreads her wings and leaps from the face of the cliff - trusting her wings to carry her as she twists just so she hovers before Ana’s troubled form. It seemed like flying was easier when she didn’t think so hard, but Lala didn’t even register the fact because her focus was entirely upon the black mare. The surprise forces Ana to step backwards, far enough that Lala is able to land between Anatomy and the cliff’s edge. She keeps her wings spread wide - thinking perhaps that is enough to keep Ana from falling.
Lala sends another wave of calm - both for Ana and herself. Her heart still thunders in her chest. <b>“Ana, please!”</b> she says, softer now - pleading. <b>“Please be careful. Come on. Let’s go where it’s safe,”</b> she said, gesturing to the mostly-level surface a safe distance from the cliff’s edge. Ana backs another step, followed by another. For the first time, Lala allows herself to draw in a deep breath.
<b>“Maybe I can help you?”</b> she asks, her wings still spread to their fullest. <b>“Tell me how and I will. I promise.”</b>
<center><font style=letter-spacing:3px><Font color=bd8180><i> there's nothing you can do that can't be done,
nothing you can sing that can't be sung. </i></font></font></table> </center></center>