May 18, 2014, 12:08 AM
{ WARNING: THIS WAS MADE AT 3 AM IN THE MORNING, I WAS COMPLETELY BORED AND IT MAY CONTAIN TRIPPY VOCABULARY, ALSO. IF ANYONE DECIDES TO DELETE THIS POST, THATS COOL. I JUST WAS BORED. AND FEEL FREE TO JOIN IN AT ANY TIME. PLUS, I JUST READ A S#@!T TON OF CREEPYPASTA, SO... BE PREPARED FOR THE PSYCHEDELIC NIGHTMARE. :D ENJOY! }
[BACKSTORY: This is set right in the time that the Silvermane was unconscious throughout the operation. He ate poppy seeds to go into sleep, but throughout all the thoughts it became pretty [size=large]wierd...[/size]. ]
As pitch blackness surrounded the wolf, he started to see swirls emerge from nothing to explode, similar to pinecones bursting. But before he could examine them more, everything started to crumble. The silent, dark peace, with white cracks crippling what seemed as a structure. Colourful light emerging from all corners, teasing Silvermane's eyes. Colour he could not comprehend, and then they all vanished, black and white swirled around him. A fizzing worm hole encircled him and he dunked straight through it. Everything he ever did that he regretted he saw, and each time he could not see himself. Blood started to colour everything, even the latest memories, of just the day before he saw. Then, things got only worse.
A wolf's face emerged from the strange psychedelic spiral-tunnel. Like being sucked out of a tornado. It's right eye was scarred, but still visible. Blood sprayed in his muzzle, and a rippling sound of the word: Raksaarab repeated over again, reminding Silvermane of someone he knew. The wolf did not do any facial movement but laugh, a mocking distinctive laugh. Than, things got funny. Puppies started to fill up everything, all of them squiggling and the Unnamed wolf head was dematerializing. Phew, thought Silvermane, the creepy part is over!. The cute baby wolves were squiggling and giggling. Reminding him of what he wished for, the second he did. He felt guilt, and a marave of slow music jazz played, playing his life backwards and incredible speed. "Enamrevlis" "kill Baraaskar, kill Rokin and kill Sardo."[/i]
[BACKSTORY: This is set right in the time that the Silvermane was unconscious throughout the operation. He ate poppy seeds to go into sleep, but throughout all the thoughts it became pretty [size=large]wierd...[/size]. ]
As pitch blackness surrounded the wolf, he started to see swirls emerge from nothing to explode, similar to pinecones bursting. But before he could examine them more, everything started to crumble. The silent, dark peace, with white cracks crippling what seemed as a structure. Colourful light emerging from all corners, teasing Silvermane's eyes. Colour he could not comprehend, and then they all vanished, black and white swirled around him. A fizzing worm hole encircled him and he dunked straight through it. Everything he ever did that he regretted he saw, and each time he could not see himself. Blood started to colour everything, even the latest memories, of just the day before he saw. Then, things got only worse.
A wolf's face emerged from the strange psychedelic spiral-tunnel. Like being sucked out of a tornado. It's right eye was scarred, but still visible. Blood sprayed in his muzzle, and a rippling sound of the word: Raksaarab repeated over again, reminding Silvermane of someone he knew. The wolf did not do any facial movement but laugh, a mocking distinctive laugh. Than, things got funny. Puppies started to fill up everything, all of them squiggling and the Unnamed wolf head was dematerializing. Phew, thought Silvermane, the creepy part is over!. The cute baby wolves were squiggling and giggling. Reminding him of what he wished for, the second he did. He felt guilt, and a marave of slow music jazz played, playing his life backwards and incredible speed. "Enamrevlis" "kill Baraaskar, kill Rokin and kill Sardo."[/i]