11-05-2020, 10:46 PM
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XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#908ea3', endColorstr='#00908ea3',GradientType=0 );}.borderline_message {position: relative;z-index: 10;background-color: rgba(144, 142, 163, 0.3);box-shadow: inset 0 0 10px rgba(191, 193, 205, 1);text-align: justify;width: 530px;padding: 15px 20px;color: #E6E5E0;}.borderline_name {position: relative;text-align: center;z-index: 10;font: 36px 'Playfair Display', serif;letter-spacing: 8px;text-transform: uppercase;color: rgba(191, 193, 205, 1);text-shadow: 0 0 2px #000;}.borderline_quote {z-index: 15;font-size: 11px;letter-spacing: 2px;text-transform: uppercase;color: rgba(191, 193, 205, 1);padding-bottom: 10px;}</style><center><div class="borderline_container"><p class="borderline_quote">despite the overwhelming odds, tomorrow came</p><div class="borderline_message">
Others find their way to the shadowy figure, and some choose trick, while others, like myself, choose treat. The figure seems almost thrilled with those that choose trick, and I’m starting to regret my choice, though it is what my heart desired, but still, I stand as confidently as I can, though my knees still tremble before it.
<br>Then the treat appears, and a thrill of excitement runs through me. I start forward towards the gift, but then I find it far away, in the distance, at a distance that it shouldn’t have been possible for me to see. As if it came from within me, I get this sense that I must retrieve this gift myself, so I start forward, though my gut wants me to run away. That’s just the fear that I felt over this weird creature in the night. So I push through it and continue on my way.
<br>I can still see the gift, but trees and shrubs close in around me. As I continue to move forward, the trees and shrubs continue to move in around me, closer and closer until bows and tendrils scratch at my sides, thick with the beginnings of my winter coat. They get even closer until they are grabbing at me, like hands–or rather claws. They begin to tear at me, scratching me, cutting me. I stop in a panic and try to move backwards, but I find the path behind me has closed and now presses itself against my buttocks.
<br>The only way through this would be forward, but even that seemed impossible, as the claws begin to rake themselves down my sides. They grab at my mane, tear at my neck. The claws wrap themselves around my neck, trying to strangle me. I squeal in terror and rush forward. The claws grasp at my tail as I pass by them, like living hands, trying to keep me from my prize. But there was no turning back now, even if I wanted to, so I run.
<br>It wasn’t the most elegant run, as I break through the claws that surround me. Sweat breaks out on my chest, neck and barrel, and a foam froths in my mouth. But then I am free, and the forest shrinks away from me, and the treat is there before me, surrounded by an eerie glow. A glow should have filled me with warmth and comfort, because Yanhua is warm and comforting, and he glows, but this glow fills me with fear. Yet still, the treat beckons me, calling to me, like a whisper in the winds. I had come this far, and I wasn’t leaving without it.
<br>I move forward and reach my head out cautiously, pressing through the eerie glow that tingles on my skin and leaves me feeling violated. My nose touches the gift, and then the light surrounds me. Something has changed, but I don’t know what just yet.
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<br>Then the treat appears, and a thrill of excitement runs through me. I start forward towards the gift, but then I find it far away, in the distance, at a distance that it shouldn’t have been possible for me to see. As if it came from within me, I get this sense that I must retrieve this gift myself, so I start forward, though my gut wants me to run away. That’s just the fear that I felt over this weird creature in the night. So I push through it and continue on my way.
<br>I can still see the gift, but trees and shrubs close in around me. As I continue to move forward, the trees and shrubs continue to move in around me, closer and closer until bows and tendrils scratch at my sides, thick with the beginnings of my winter coat. They get even closer until they are grabbing at me, like hands–or rather claws. They begin to tear at me, scratching me, cutting me. I stop in a panic and try to move backwards, but I find the path behind me has closed and now presses itself against my buttocks.
<br>The only way through this would be forward, but even that seemed impossible, as the claws begin to rake themselves down my sides. They grab at my mane, tear at my neck. The claws wrap themselves around my neck, trying to strangle me. I squeal in terror and rush forward. The claws grasp at my tail as I pass by them, like living hands, trying to keep me from my prize. But there was no turning back now, even if I wanted to, so I run.
<br>It wasn’t the most elegant run, as I break through the claws that surround me. Sweat breaks out on my chest, neck and barrel, and a foam froths in my mouth. But then I am free, and the forest shrinks away from me, and the treat is there before me, surrounded by an eerie glow. A glow should have filled me with warmth and comfort, because Yanhua is warm and comforting, and he glows, but this glow fills me with fear. Yet still, the treat beckons me, calling to me, like a whisper in the winds. I had come this far, and I wasn’t leaving without it.
<br>I move forward and reach my head out cautiously, pressing through the eerie glow that tingles on my skin and leaves me feeling violated. My nose touches the gift, and then the light surrounds me. Something has changed, but I don’t know what just yet.
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