01-25-2020, 03:44 AM
<style type="text/css"> .jdref_container {position: relative; width: 600px; z-index: 1;} .jdref_img {position: relative; width: 600px; z-index: 2;} .jdref_msg {position: relative; width: 450px; z-index: 3; border: 1px solid #d399ee; padding: 10px;} .jdref_txt {position: relative; text-align: justify; font: 12px 'Times New Roman'; color: #feacf2;} </style> <center><div class="jdref_container"><img class="jdref_img" img src="https://i.postimg.cc/Xq6Ncj7y/jude-by-dozymare-ddo2xz8.png"><div class="jdref_msg"><div class="jdref_txt">A grin, vicious and beautiful, sits on Jude’s lips when the darkness takes her. One moment she is blinking and the next she is floating in nothing. The aches of her battle leave her body one by one, little blips of red hot pain bursting in crescendo and then suddenly dissipating. She likes the way her body tingles as the feelings disappear. Her pleasantries are cut far too short, though—for magic drags her back to the same battlefield as before.
Jude faces the pillars and before she can even blink, a doppelganger steps from behind the black one. A familiar simper sits on the other’s lips, and her hips sway like she has nary a care in the world.
“We used to think that flamingo was such a unique insult that it was endearing, didn’t we?” other-Jude ponders, casting lazy purple eyes up at the dark sky. She lets out a short, pensive huff, then rolls her eyes back to real-jude and adds, “But I don’t think that anymore, and I know you do. So!”
The doppelganger rushes forward, flaring her wings and lifting just high enough in the air to throw her pumping knees at real-Jude’s face. Antlered-Jude stands her ground and merely ducks her head, digging her hooves into the ground. The aggressor, not expecting real-Jude to react so easily, strikes her front hooves into her back. Real-Jude gasps but uses the pain to fuel her momentum when she launches forward, head down. Her antlers connect with fake-Jude’s back legs just as her wings try to swing her upward. They collide, ivory points entering the flesh and bone of fake-Jude’s legs. The attacker screams and falls backward, the bones in her wings snapping as they hit the ground. Real-Jude’s antlers slide out of fake-Jude’s skin as she falls.
There is only a moment of fake-Jude recuperating for real-Jude to react, so she barely takes a breath before pushing forward off of her back legs. The winged-Jude is on her back before antlered-Jude, finally drawing in a breath after it was knocked out of her. She attempts to pump her legs and roll to the side, but real-Jude’s aforementioned push-off allows her to land on one of fake-Jude’s wings. Another scream rings out as bones crack, but real-Jude cuts it off by once again crushing a creature’s esophagus.
“Huh,” Jude muses as she peers down at the doppelganger’s glassy lavender eyes. She barely feels a thing.</div></div></div></center>
Jude faces the pillars and before she can even blink, a doppelganger steps from behind the black one. A familiar simper sits on the other’s lips, and her hips sway like she has nary a care in the world.
“We used to think that flamingo was such a unique insult that it was endearing, didn’t we?” other-Jude ponders, casting lazy purple eyes up at the dark sky. She lets out a short, pensive huff, then rolls her eyes back to real-jude and adds, “But I don’t think that anymore, and I know you do. So!”
The doppelganger rushes forward, flaring her wings and lifting just high enough in the air to throw her pumping knees at real-Jude’s face. Antlered-Jude stands her ground and merely ducks her head, digging her hooves into the ground. The aggressor, not expecting real-Jude to react so easily, strikes her front hooves into her back. Real-Jude gasps but uses the pain to fuel her momentum when she launches forward, head down. Her antlers connect with fake-Jude’s back legs just as her wings try to swing her upward. They collide, ivory points entering the flesh and bone of fake-Jude’s legs. The attacker screams and falls backward, the bones in her wings snapping as they hit the ground. Real-Jude’s antlers slide out of fake-Jude’s skin as she falls.
There is only a moment of fake-Jude recuperating for real-Jude to react, so she barely takes a breath before pushing forward off of her back legs. The winged-Jude is on her back before antlered-Jude, finally drawing in a breath after it was knocked out of her. She attempts to pump her legs and roll to the side, but real-Jude’s aforementioned push-off allows her to land on one of fake-Jude’s wings. Another scream rings out as bones crack, but real-Jude cuts it off by once again crushing a creature’s esophagus.
“Huh,” Jude muses as she peers down at the doppelganger’s glassy lavender eyes. She barely feels a thing.</div></div></div></center>
