Rainforest Cliffs
Eira...
Eira had lost track of time since that split-second of lapse concentration when she had been severed from the love and protection of her dauntless womb-mate. Many from the ruined Helovia (and beyond), had fallen through the Portal over the blur of months to follow and some had already fled back through it – perhaps, never to be heard from again; yet she had delved deeper and deeper into the otherworldly wilderness, blind and helpless, ever searching for the missing half of her soul. The salty river of her heartbreak had now dried beneath tired, forlorn eyes and the overbearing fear of the Rift (of the monsters, Kisamoa), had paled through the unrelenting course of time. The stunted, tiny creature had resigned to this sentence of pain, isolation and hunger, and all but given up hope.There was no safe time to travel through the wilds. Hours and hours of daylight created a suffocating burden of blistering heat and humidity, and though the night brought fair respite in contrast, creatures purged from the boiling belly of hell stalked the Rift when all was dark. A hapless foal would serve as easy prey. She had become well accustomed to these dangers, however, and worked intelligently to avoid a good many confrontations; forests threw helpful shade, sheltering her from the sun, and beneath the undergrowth down along their floor, she could become conveniently invisible and rest her malnourished bones. It seemed that she defied all odds; Eira was a survivor. No matter the distance she roamed, the child always found herself pulled back to the forest above the sea. It was evening as she picked a pitifully slow path between the lush fernery and mossy boulders of the rainforest. The infection which had spawned first in her mind, and across her belly in a burning flash, had become a vast rash (it enveloped her puny form almost entirely now), which crippled her almost entirely. Long silvery flight feathers were tattered and broken - bothered by the fixation of her anxious lips as she nuzzled and licked persistently at the raw, pussy flesh that lay just beneath. The filly, though in constant, visible pain, appeared to be looking for something, hunting, fossicking around the bulging buttress roots of the ancient trees towering above. "I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter." |
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Trial one
A scalding rash flashes into existence on your belly. At first, the bumpy flesh seems to only be about the size of a quarter but the infection is hungry for more flesh and promise to spread. Every day it will grow a little bit bigger.
Trial two
A thunderous boom fills the air. Your hairs stand on ends as electric currents crackle and pop around you. Suddenly lightning strikes a few yards from you, the current finds its way to your nearest leg. It does not hurt very much, but your leg will feel numb for a few minutes. The lightning will continue to follow and strike you intermittently. With each passing day, the pain will increase as will the length of numbness.
