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<link href='https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Source+Sans+Pro|Alex+Brush' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'> <style type="text/css"> .jude_container { position: relative; z-index: 1; width: 540px; border: solid 1px #000; background-color: #84717e; box-shadow: 0px 0px 10px 1px black; } .jude_image { position: relative; z-index: 4; width: 500px; margin-top: 20px; border: solid 1px #000; box-shadow: 0px 0px 10px 1px black; } .jude_text { position: relative; z-index: 3; width: 500px; background-color: #b79eaf; border: solid 1px #000; box-shadow: 0px 0px 10px 1px black; } .jude_container p { margin: 0; } .jude_message { text-align: justify; font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; padding: 30px; color: #000; } .jude_quote { text-align: center; font: 11px 'Source Sans Pro', sans-serif; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 20px; letter-spacing: 8px; color: #fff; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #000; } .jude_name { position: absolute; z-index: 10; font: 70px 'Alex Brush', cursive; color: #b79eaf; margin-top: 457px; margin-left: 200px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #000; } </style> <center> <div class="jude_container"> <div class="jude_gradient"></div> <div class="jude_name">peregrine jude</div> <img class="jude_image" src="https://i.postimg.cc/xj5fgmsY/jude.jpg"> <div class="jude_quote">i glow pink in the night in my room</div> <div class="jude_text"> <p class="jude_message">Does it make sense that one so stubborn has come so easily when called?
Jude awakens from her magic-induced nightmare with a start, knowing exactly what is being asked of her—how she HAS to do it. When she blinks away the sleep she finds herself beneath the cool moon of a plain; and instead of rearing her fighter’s head against the magic, she simply stretches her long legs beneath her and spins to study what is around her.
So, does it make sense? That she twirls and finds the monoliths and shrugs her shoulders. That this nonconsensual transportation goes unquestioned. This line of thinking gives the pegasus pause, her lavender eyes blinking skeptically up at the stones she has slowly approached.
Jude’s thirst for life keeps her calm even as the monolith’s speak to her. Choose. Choose between the horns and the wings. The pegasus shuffles uncomfortably and tries to tighten her wings to her back, only to find there is nothing on her back.
She feels light. Light like the feathers she is missing.
That dark stubborn nature returns.
“What the fuck?” Jude sputters, now feeling adrenaline surge through her veins.
The very things that had taken her from the home she was drowning in, the pieces of her that kept her lithe and quick, are gone.
Of course, Jude feels as if she needs to pick the wings. She is missing what she carried her entire life, afterall. The weightlessness of her back feels raw and wrong. But—that need to taste the wildest flavors of life drives her away from the intricate green of the wings and before she knows it! She presses her forehead against the cold black stone and traces her lips over the antler carvings.
The flesh and bone between Jude’s ears begins to twitch and writhe. Her knees buckle beneath the pain; and when her legs land painfully on the hard ground, she tucks her head between them and screams.
Two bloodied, ivory, and young antlers spring from her skull. Flesh dangles from the points as they twist and grow and turn into an impressive stag’s set. Jude gasps and drags herself to a standing position, both front legs splayed awkwardly out in front of her. Her chest heaves as blood drips down her forehead and cheeks.
Blinking a fog from her eyes, Jude swallows the pain and, once again, spins to scan her surroundings. The two impressive antlers feel heavy but not so terribly heavy that she cannot force herself to keep balance.
Nothing—she is left with nothing but herself and her already bloodied antlers.</p> </p> </div> <div class="jude_quote">i've been blossoming alone over you</div> </div> </center>
jude loses her wings and gains whitetail deer antlers. the antlers look like this. she is moving to nerine, i just havent made it IC yet.[url=https://www.pinterest.com/pin/659144095435671610/?lp=true][/url]
Jude awakens from her magic-induced nightmare with a start, knowing exactly what is being asked of her—how she HAS to do it. When she blinks away the sleep she finds herself beneath the cool moon of a plain; and instead of rearing her fighter’s head against the magic, she simply stretches her long legs beneath her and spins to study what is around her.
So, does it make sense? That she twirls and finds the monoliths and shrugs her shoulders. That this nonconsensual transportation goes unquestioned. This line of thinking gives the pegasus pause, her lavender eyes blinking skeptically up at the stones she has slowly approached.
Jude’s thirst for life keeps her calm even as the monolith’s speak to her. Choose. Choose between the horns and the wings. The pegasus shuffles uncomfortably and tries to tighten her wings to her back, only to find there is nothing on her back.
She feels light. Light like the feathers she is missing.
That dark stubborn nature returns.
“What the fuck?” Jude sputters, now feeling adrenaline surge through her veins.
The very things that had taken her from the home she was drowning in, the pieces of her that kept her lithe and quick, are gone.
Of course, Jude feels as if she needs to pick the wings. She is missing what she carried her entire life, afterall. The weightlessness of her back feels raw and wrong. But—that need to taste the wildest flavors of life drives her away from the intricate green of the wings and before she knows it! She presses her forehead against the cold black stone and traces her lips over the antler carvings.
The flesh and bone between Jude’s ears begins to twitch and writhe. Her knees buckle beneath the pain; and when her legs land painfully on the hard ground, she tucks her head between them and screams.
Two bloodied, ivory, and young antlers spring from her skull. Flesh dangles from the points as they twist and grow and turn into an impressive stag’s set. Jude gasps and drags herself to a standing position, both front legs splayed awkwardly out in front of her. Her chest heaves as blood drips down her forehead and cheeks.
Blinking a fog from her eyes, Jude swallows the pain and, once again, spins to scan her surroundings. The two impressive antlers feel heavy but not so terribly heavy that she cannot force herself to keep balance.
Nothing—she is left with nothing but herself and her already bloodied antlers.</p> </p> </div> <div class="jude_quote">i've been blossoming alone over you</div> </div> </center>
jude loses her wings and gains whitetail deer antlers. the antlers look like this. she is moving to nerine, i just havent made it IC yet.[url=https://www.pinterest.com/pin/659144095435671610/?lp=true][/url]
