09-17-2017, 02:30 AM
<style type="text/css">.zeph_container{position:relative;z-index:1;width:550px;background:#000;font:18px Arabic Typesetting;border-radius:400px 400px 0 0; box-shadow:0 0 15px #000}.zeph_container p{margin:0}.zeph_image{position:relative;z-index:4;border-radius:400px 400px 0 0;margin-bottom:-50px;}.zeph_gradiant{position:absolute;z-index:5;top:px;width:260px;height:100px;background:-moz-linear-gradient(top, rgba(0,0,0,0) 0%, rgba(0,0,0,1) 100%);background:-webkit-linear-gradient(top, rgba(0,0,0,0)0%,rgba(0,0,0,1)100%);background:linear-gradient(to bottom,rgba(0,0,0,0) 0%,rgba(0,0,0,1) 100%);filter
tartColorstr='#00000000', endColorstr='#000000',GradientType=0);}.zeph_message{position:relative;z-index:10;width:400px;background:;text-align:justify;padding:0px 0px;color:#eaeaea;line-height:130%;}.zeph_toppadding{padding-top:5px;}.zeph_quote{text-align:center;font-family:;text-transform:lowercase;font-size:24px;padding-top;10px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#aaa;line-height:120%;}.zeph_name{text-align:center;font-family:AR BONNIE;text-transform:lowercase;font-size:36px;padding-top;10px;letter-spacing:2px;color:#aaa;text-shadow:-1px -1px #666;line-height:120%;}</style><center><div class="zeph_container"><img class="zeph_image" src=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/23/2c/b8/232cb86933c48b987afc7a09eccecad5--model-art-dark-photography.jpg><div class="zeph_gradiant"></div><div class="zeph_message"><p class="zeph_name">Zephyr</p><p class="zeph_toppadding">
Curled in the darkness of her cell, the mare wishes it all to be a nightmare...just a horrendous, bloody nightmare. The screams of tortured souls fill her satellites for what seems like hours; she can hear the others around her squirming in their chambers (at least she isn't the only one). Her captor gives her food and water, which seems redundant given the smell of rotting flesh around her - its obvious anything that has been here has died. And she plans on doing the same, and she waits for death to envelop her.
<i>"Pathetic..."</i> A voice whispers from in front of her. The alabaster mare stands slowly, wincing as the burn marks across her legs throb. She does not move closer, heart thumping loudly in her ears. <i>"Come closer."</i> The voice demands, and she shakes her head in protest. He laughs manically. <i>”So be it.”</i> Suddenly, it feels as though a force is pushing upon her back. The weight crushes onto her shoulders, and she screams in agony.
<i>"You let your fear define you."</i> He snaps, as her legs buckle beneath her. <i>"So I shall let everyone know you are a coward."</i> Slowly, the stranger carves into the skin around her right eye. A circle, with a curling arrow coming out from it, stopping right at her temple - the symbol of Deimos, the god of terror. The weight lifts from her back, and she collapses.
<i>"Your blindness has weakened you."</i> The voice seems to be right next to her now, breathing in her ear, looking down upon her, before suddenly it is gone and she is alone once more. His mark pulsates rapidly, blood running from it and seeping into her eye.
<i>Get out.</i> She lifts herself from the ground and moves her body along the perimeter of her cell, pressing her barrel hard against it to find a weakness. Nothing. She moves to the bars keeping her locked inside the prison, and runs into them, finding that the door opens rather easily. She gallops, unsure of where she is going but having only one thing on her mind: escaping.
Then, the atmosphere changes. It is no longer dreary and damp - instead, it feels like her home in Tephra. The pungent odor of decaying flesh evaporates, the smell of sand takes its place. Had she done it? Had she escaped? She sniffs the air for Tephra’s familiar scent, but finds nothing. She trails her maw upon the ground and does not find the tropical greenery she has come to love, only dust. Her heart races, her wounds throb, and she calls out the only name she can think of.
"Krigare!" It is pointless. He is not there. This is not home. Defeated, she walks, sun beating hard on her back, causing her coat to moisten with a thin layer of sweat. Her satellites flicker around her and her nostrils flare, searching for any familiar noise around her.
And then, she hears it. It cackles behind her, and the image of its face flashes in her mind – blood dripping from its mouth, fangs stained with the plasma of other beings, golden eyes glowing, horns twisting out from the top of its crown. It approaches her on two legs, claw tapping against the side of its scaly skin. It smells strongly of Hell – sulfur and fire.
<b>“You’re next.”</b> It informs her. She swallows, her ever-pounding heart beating violently against her breast now. She pins her ears tight against her cranium, and bares her teeth feebly. She cannot fake being tough – it knows she is scared. It swipes at her, catching the skin of her cheek and ripping downwards. Warm liquid drips down her face as she lunges forward, reaching for her nightmare. She finds the skin of its arm and tears, and the creature lets out a squeal. It reaches forward again and she rears up, it catches her chest, slashing to the middle of her barrel. Fueled by the fear, she comes down upon it violently, over and over, until it disappears beneath her feet and she is left pummeling the earth beneath her.
She falls to her knees, crying in agony, pelt stained crimson, the gaping scar across her stomach pulsing harder and faster with each passing minute. She groans, lifting herself once more, telling herself she needs to continue onwards, although her body tells her no.
<b>“You deserved it, you know.” </b>The voice. She knows it; the recollection long since pushed into the back of her mind is now in front of her. Memories she didn’t like to relive, pictures that she had locked away long ago, coming to life. She could not see him, but she remembers who he was. She hadn’t even gotten a chance to recover from the first monster, and here came the second.
“Daddy...” Blood and tears mix together, streaming down her face to turn her body a dark pink. “Why?” She asks, forgetting this isn’t real – just a figment of her imagination created by Carnage.
<b>“Because. You were useless. You always have been, you always will be.”</b> His words like venom, cutting her deeper than any wound previously inflicted. <b>”Besides, who could love a blind girl anyways?”</b> Sadness turns to anger, and she rushes forward, pushing her father to the ground, biting at him and ripping the flesh from his skin.
“I FUCKING HATE YOU! WHY’D YOU DO THAT TO ME? I WAS JUST A KID, YOU BASTARD.” She screams as the mirage disintegrates like the first. She is left to heave quickly in and out, wanting to vanish like the monsters did. But she knew she couldn’t do that, so she walked, carrying her mental and physical scars with her. </p><p class="zeph_quote">So chin up and we'll drown a little slower</p></div></div></center>
tartColorstr='#00000000', endColorstr='#000000',GradientType=0);}.zeph_message{position:relative;z-index:10;width:400px;background:;text-align:justify;padding:0px 0px;color:#eaeaea;line-height:130%;}.zeph_toppadding{padding-top:5px;}.zeph_quote{text-align:center;font-family:;text-transform:lowercase;font-size:24px;padding-top;10px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#aaa;line-height:120%;}.zeph_name{text-align:center;font-family:AR BONNIE;text-transform:lowercase;font-size:36px;padding-top;10px;letter-spacing:2px;color:#aaa;text-shadow:-1px -1px #666;line-height:120%;}</style><center><div class="zeph_container"><img class="zeph_image" src=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/23/2c/b8/232cb86933c48b987afc7a09eccecad5--model-art-dark-photography.jpg><div class="zeph_gradiant"></div><div class="zeph_message"><p class="zeph_name">Zephyr</p><p class="zeph_toppadding"> Curled in the darkness of her cell, the mare wishes it all to be a nightmare...just a horrendous, bloody nightmare. The screams of tortured souls fill her satellites for what seems like hours; she can hear the others around her squirming in their chambers (at least she isn't the only one). Her captor gives her food and water, which seems redundant given the smell of rotting flesh around her - its obvious anything that has been here has died. And she plans on doing the same, and she waits for death to envelop her.
<i>"Pathetic..."</i> A voice whispers from in front of her. The alabaster mare stands slowly, wincing as the burn marks across her legs throb. She does not move closer, heart thumping loudly in her ears. <i>"Come closer."</i> The voice demands, and she shakes her head in protest. He laughs manically. <i>”So be it.”</i> Suddenly, it feels as though a force is pushing upon her back. The weight crushes onto her shoulders, and she screams in agony.
<i>"You let your fear define you."</i> He snaps, as her legs buckle beneath her. <i>"So I shall let everyone know you are a coward."</i> Slowly, the stranger carves into the skin around her right eye. A circle, with a curling arrow coming out from it, stopping right at her temple - the symbol of Deimos, the god of terror. The weight lifts from her back, and she collapses.
<i>"Your blindness has weakened you."</i> The voice seems to be right next to her now, breathing in her ear, looking down upon her, before suddenly it is gone and she is alone once more. His mark pulsates rapidly, blood running from it and seeping into her eye.
<i>Get out.</i> She lifts herself from the ground and moves her body along the perimeter of her cell, pressing her barrel hard against it to find a weakness. Nothing. She moves to the bars keeping her locked inside the prison, and runs into them, finding that the door opens rather easily. She gallops, unsure of where she is going but having only one thing on her mind: escaping.
Then, the atmosphere changes. It is no longer dreary and damp - instead, it feels like her home in Tephra. The pungent odor of decaying flesh evaporates, the smell of sand takes its place. Had she done it? Had she escaped? She sniffs the air for Tephra’s familiar scent, but finds nothing. She trails her maw upon the ground and does not find the tropical greenery she has come to love, only dust. Her heart races, her wounds throb, and she calls out the only name she can think of.
"Krigare!" It is pointless. He is not there. This is not home. Defeated, she walks, sun beating hard on her back, causing her coat to moisten with a thin layer of sweat. Her satellites flicker around her and her nostrils flare, searching for any familiar noise around her.
And then, she hears it. It cackles behind her, and the image of its face flashes in her mind – blood dripping from its mouth, fangs stained with the plasma of other beings, golden eyes glowing, horns twisting out from the top of its crown. It approaches her on two legs, claw tapping against the side of its scaly skin. It smells strongly of Hell – sulfur and fire.
<b>“You’re next.”</b> It informs her. She swallows, her ever-pounding heart beating violently against her breast now. She pins her ears tight against her cranium, and bares her teeth feebly. She cannot fake being tough – it knows she is scared. It swipes at her, catching the skin of her cheek and ripping downwards. Warm liquid drips down her face as she lunges forward, reaching for her nightmare. She finds the skin of its arm and tears, and the creature lets out a squeal. It reaches forward again and she rears up, it catches her chest, slashing to the middle of her barrel. Fueled by the fear, she comes down upon it violently, over and over, until it disappears beneath her feet and she is left pummeling the earth beneath her.
She falls to her knees, crying in agony, pelt stained crimson, the gaping scar across her stomach pulsing harder and faster with each passing minute. She groans, lifting herself once more, telling herself she needs to continue onwards, although her body tells her no.
<b>“You deserved it, you know.” </b>The voice. She knows it; the recollection long since pushed into the back of her mind is now in front of her. Memories she didn’t like to relive, pictures that she had locked away long ago, coming to life. She could not see him, but she remembers who he was. She hadn’t even gotten a chance to recover from the first monster, and here came the second.
“Daddy...” Blood and tears mix together, streaming down her face to turn her body a dark pink. “Why?” She asks, forgetting this isn’t real – just a figment of her imagination created by Carnage.
<b>“Because. You were useless. You always have been, you always will be.”</b> His words like venom, cutting her deeper than any wound previously inflicted. <b>”Besides, who could love a blind girl anyways?”</b> Sadness turns to anger, and she rushes forward, pushing her father to the ground, biting at him and ripping the flesh from his skin.
“I FUCKING HATE YOU! WHY’D YOU DO THAT TO ME? I WAS JUST A KID, YOU BASTARD.” She screams as the mirage disintegrates like the first. She is left to heave quickly in and out, wanting to vanish like the monsters did. But she knew she couldn’t do that, so she walked, carrying her mental and physical scars with her. </p><p class="zeph_quote">So chin up and we'll drown a little slower</p></div></div></center>