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02-11-2013, 11:55 PM
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Not a door but a window - only seen through one side. None of the creatures stir, and nothing is out of place. The waves hit the side of the shimmering barrier as if lapping against the side of a cliff. A storm begins to roll from the horizon, dark and moving too quickly to be natural. Blue sparks chase through lights and shadows, illuminating the quickly darkening ground. The sun disappears behind the darkness, and a bitter, harsh wind whistles around the beach. Some things are better left unopened. Like a creature crawling from a grave, a massive, clawed hand grasps the edge of the shimmering barrier, pulling against the seal between the two dimensions. A hissing like multiple guttural voices moves on the whistling wind, and thirteen more clawed appendages appear. In a grossly concerted fashion, seven bodies pull from the rift, walking on the water in some twisted laugh at classical beliefs. Each of them was black to the point of being unseen, red eyes peering out from lidless eyes. Horns rose from their heads and bodies, and though balanced on hind legs, they held the general shape of goats. A static hiss bounced between them, a method of communicating so intimate and electrical that normal ears could not understand. Suddenly, the seven devils snapped into life, tearing through the water and making it to the sands, circling the mare and the filly who were foolish enough to stay. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hBcXe2B97TQ |
