V e i l N e b u l a
Caught up in a palentary world
Heat, everywhere she felt heat. It was never-ending, crushing, throwing her entire body into a raging inferno. Had her eyes been open she would have seen those streaks of hot, fiery light cascading around her body, streaming after it as she fell. Instead, she could only focus on that all-encompassing heat pressing down and around her. It drew the breath from her chest and held it captive - forcing for her to gasp in a desperate bid to find anything to breathe in. Alarmed flared deep within her chest as she descended through the uppermost limits of an atmosphere, a vibrant hue of a dying star staining, imprinting behind her eyelids. White. Pain. White. Fear. White. White. Pain. Pressure. White. The color and the feelings fought for dominance in her head, soon overlaying one another in a desperate bid of importance, White-Pain. Fear-Pain. Pain. White-Fear. The cycle of color to emotion never-ending, only rearranging what was at the focus of her primitive thoughts. Not that the mare herself was primitive, eons-old but unaccustomed to thoughts, words, language.
The pain wasn't new though.
Her wings were wrenched, caught in an uneven force as her body was dragged by gravity down, and her wings were pushed by pressure up. A startled cry reached her ears, high, but lyrical, filled with unimaginable pain, but so foreign to the mare. Her voice heard by her own ears for the first time, only now audible after leaving the vacuum of pain. More sounds began to plague her, the roar of pressure past her, the silent hum of her heart as it grew hotter and brighter in her chest, now that it had access to even more particles than it did in space, eating through the many elements of the atmosphere to fuel itself one hundred times over. Pain, pain, white, pain! Pressure, fear, pain! The emotions and color returned with a vengeance as she continued this agonizing descent, as a new flash of color joined the ivory behind her eyes, the fiery hues of a hydrogen-depleted star: White, Red, Angry, Hot, Pain. Red-Anger, Red-Hot, White-Hot-Pain. Jumbling current of emotions, colors, feelings she had no ability to put into actual words, only emotions and colors across her mind. She had no concept of language to even begin to properly tell just what she was going through - even if she had the ability to focus on a language to explain it at this very moment.
Never-ending pressure.
It grew heavier upon her, gravity mixing with pressure, as her own body streaked across the sky, a dark point, caught in the fiery descent, like a tail of ivory, yellow mixed with the natural particles of deep purple, neon pink, and vibrant cyan that made up the galaxy dust that bled off her in a faster rate than normal. Her heart, the star in her chest, constantly creating more of the galaxy dust as it worked in hyperdrive, consuming any of the pressurized atmospheres around the mare as if it would help control what the creature felt. It took in every oxygen element, every hydrogen particle, every carbon dioxide atom it came across, turning some of it into fuel, others were stored for future fuel. What was previously a small star in her chest grew larger at the extra atoms and elements it was storing for later, gathering more and reaching the size of a proper star now that she had access to such elements. Not that the nebula come horse would be aware of the growth that would later in life affect her own lifespan. Instead, all she could think about was that heat.
So much heat.
Over and over, she seemed to spin, the heat adding to the discomforting feeling. Slashes of yellow joined in her mindscape, hot as the hottest star, a fiery landscape only she could see. White, red, yellow, streaking, slashing. And so much pain. The spinning continued, over and over and over again. Pressure closing tighter around her, her lungs burning as new elements were forced in, taking in oxygen for the first time and another scream tore from a savaged throat. Her head was pushed up and back, her mane whipping behind her like a banner of the fallen. Her hooves drawn close to her body, as she tumbled, end over end, pressure against gravity, a spiraling creation of doom, pain, misery, never-ending. It brought back memories of her creation, or when she'd first learned to use the new limbs. She'd spun forever then, but at least there had been no pain. Now the memories returned, they were hued over with the colors she felt, reds and yellows dying the former black and white memory into a fiery sepia hue. Spinning, kicking, spinning. Red-spinning, Red-Yellow Spinning. Hot, heat, pressure, heat, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain. It was a never-ending cycle of pain, her descent growing faster as she passed through the stratosphere, finally hitting the tropopause layer, and suddenly it became so much worse.
The pain was magnified.
The air she fell through grew denser, heavier, harder to breathe, gravity pushing her down faster and faster. Around her, she could feel different reactions as her body fell through what felt like layers of loose liquid, and in those brief layers, she felt relief, as the coolness pressed against the heat her body was generating in the descent. She was unaware of the approaching ground, eyes tightening against the heaviness on her bones, the pressure folding around her, threatening to tear her apart. And then, with a blast ring twenty times her size, the mare was slammed into the mountain, stardust coating the entire impact crater with the glittering hues that floated off her wings, her mane, and tail where they draped across the ground. The intense heat and pressure were suddenly gone, although they're still seemed to be a wait arguing with her about trying to get up. The pain remained, however, now all over and not just from the searing heat earlier. The impact hadn't been nice, although the snow she lay in was. Her eyes slowly open, the pink glow of them standing out against her dark face, as she took in the ivory scene around her. As white as the color behind her eyes had been.
She slowly felt awareness return.
There was so much color, enough that her eyes closed again, only to reopen slightly as she looked around without having to lift her head. Large things, tall as she could imagine seemed to stand around her, like giants guarding the world. The wind shook their numerous limbs, sending a fresh, although slightly spicy scent her way, alarming her by the first time she'd ever felt the wind, let alone smelt something. She began to hear the world come alive again, songs carried with a variety of melodies that she couldn't begin to classify - and she had no idea where they might come from. She slowly struggled to stand, limbs shaking against the heavy gravity that weighed her down, her wings tucked in close to her side, still aching from the force of pressure that had wrenched them this way and that when she'd fallen. Her mane and tail seemed to stay in constant movement as she braced her body, limbs widespread, head and neck low to the ground, eyes closed against the pain. She attempted an awkward step, as she might have in space. Her limbs buckled, sending her back to the ground, where she allowed herself to curl up against the pain, wings loosening, drooping into the snow, as the mare remained in the middle of the creator of her own making, ivory coated with the remnant of galaxy dust as the nebula fought to control the aches and the pains she was feeling for the first time in this form. At least the odd white fluff under her was helping to soothe it. But still. Pain. Pain. White. Cool. Pain. She had no idea where she might be, or what all these odd colors, scents and sounds around her could even be. And since the moment she opened her eyes on this rock, that fear came back, overshadowing the pain as she realized her grand adventure through the galaxy had led to an explosive ending indeed.
FROM THE MOUTH
INSIDE THE MIND
Open to anyone!
Notes:: And thus, poor Veil has crashed onto her first rock.
The pain wasn't new though.
Her wings were wrenched, caught in an uneven force as her body was dragged by gravity down, and her wings were pushed by pressure up. A startled cry reached her ears, high, but lyrical, filled with unimaginable pain, but so foreign to the mare. Her voice heard by her own ears for the first time, only now audible after leaving the vacuum of pain. More sounds began to plague her, the roar of pressure past her, the silent hum of her heart as it grew hotter and brighter in her chest, now that it had access to even more particles than it did in space, eating through the many elements of the atmosphere to fuel itself one hundred times over. Pain, pain, white, pain! Pressure, fear, pain! The emotions and color returned with a vengeance as she continued this agonizing descent, as a new flash of color joined the ivory behind her eyes, the fiery hues of a hydrogen-depleted star: White, Red, Angry, Hot, Pain. Red-Anger, Red-Hot, White-Hot-Pain. Jumbling current of emotions, colors, feelings she had no ability to put into actual words, only emotions and colors across her mind. She had no concept of language to even begin to properly tell just what she was going through - even if she had the ability to focus on a language to explain it at this very moment.
Never-ending pressure.
It grew heavier upon her, gravity mixing with pressure, as her own body streaked across the sky, a dark point, caught in the fiery descent, like a tail of ivory, yellow mixed with the natural particles of deep purple, neon pink, and vibrant cyan that made up the galaxy dust that bled off her in a faster rate than normal. Her heart, the star in her chest, constantly creating more of the galaxy dust as it worked in hyperdrive, consuming any of the pressurized atmospheres around the mare as if it would help control what the creature felt. It took in every oxygen element, every hydrogen particle, every carbon dioxide atom it came across, turning some of it into fuel, others were stored for future fuel. What was previously a small star in her chest grew larger at the extra atoms and elements it was storing for later, gathering more and reaching the size of a proper star now that she had access to such elements. Not that the nebula come horse would be aware of the growth that would later in life affect her own lifespan. Instead, all she could think about was that heat.
So much heat.
Over and over, she seemed to spin, the heat adding to the discomforting feeling. Slashes of yellow joined in her mindscape, hot as the hottest star, a fiery landscape only she could see. White, red, yellow, streaking, slashing. And so much pain. The spinning continued, over and over and over again. Pressure closing tighter around her, her lungs burning as new elements were forced in, taking in oxygen for the first time and another scream tore from a savaged throat. Her head was pushed up and back, her mane whipping behind her like a banner of the fallen. Her hooves drawn close to her body, as she tumbled, end over end, pressure against gravity, a spiraling creation of doom, pain, misery, never-ending. It brought back memories of her creation, or when she'd first learned to use the new limbs. She'd spun forever then, but at least there had been no pain. Now the memories returned, they were hued over with the colors she felt, reds and yellows dying the former black and white memory into a fiery sepia hue. Spinning, kicking, spinning. Red-spinning, Red-Yellow Spinning. Hot, heat, pressure, heat, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain. It was a never-ending cycle of pain, her descent growing faster as she passed through the stratosphere, finally hitting the tropopause layer, and suddenly it became so much worse.
The pain was magnified.
The air she fell through grew denser, heavier, harder to breathe, gravity pushing her down faster and faster. Around her, she could feel different reactions as her body fell through what felt like layers of loose liquid, and in those brief layers, she felt relief, as the coolness pressed against the heat her body was generating in the descent. She was unaware of the approaching ground, eyes tightening against the heaviness on her bones, the pressure folding around her, threatening to tear her apart. And then, with a blast ring twenty times her size, the mare was slammed into the mountain, stardust coating the entire impact crater with the glittering hues that floated off her wings, her mane, and tail where they draped across the ground. The intense heat and pressure were suddenly gone, although they're still seemed to be a wait arguing with her about trying to get up. The pain remained, however, now all over and not just from the searing heat earlier. The impact hadn't been nice, although the snow she lay in was. Her eyes slowly open, the pink glow of them standing out against her dark face, as she took in the ivory scene around her. As white as the color behind her eyes had been.
She slowly felt awareness return.
There was so much color, enough that her eyes closed again, only to reopen slightly as she looked around without having to lift her head. Large things, tall as she could imagine seemed to stand around her, like giants guarding the world. The wind shook their numerous limbs, sending a fresh, although slightly spicy scent her way, alarming her by the first time she'd ever felt the wind, let alone smelt something. She began to hear the world come alive again, songs carried with a variety of melodies that she couldn't begin to classify - and she had no idea where they might come from. She slowly struggled to stand, limbs shaking against the heavy gravity that weighed her down, her wings tucked in close to her side, still aching from the force of pressure that had wrenched them this way and that when she'd fallen. Her mane and tail seemed to stay in constant movement as she braced her body, limbs widespread, head and neck low to the ground, eyes closed against the pain. She attempted an awkward step, as she might have in space. Her limbs buckled, sending her back to the ground, where she allowed herself to curl up against the pain, wings loosening, drooping into the snow, as the mare remained in the middle of the creator of her own making, ivory coated with the remnant of galaxy dust as the nebula fought to control the aches and the pains she was feeling for the first time in this form. At least the odd white fluff under her was helping to soothe it. But still. Pain. Pain. White. Cool. Pain. She had no idea where she might be, or what all these odd colors, scents and sounds around her could even be. And since the moment she opened her eyes on this rock, that fear came back, overshadowing the pain as she realized her grand adventure through the galaxy had led to an explosive ending indeed.
FROM THE MOUTH
INSIDE THE MIND
Open to anyone!
Notes:: And thus, poor Veil has crashed onto her first rock.
Could you be my super nova girl?
