The door to her boutique crunched under the weight of her rear hooves slamming it open. Rarity galloped inside, her body convulsing with every breath. She snarled as she caught a glance of herself in one of her mirrors. Her mane hung around her, drenched in sweat and muck and tangled like rotten ropes. Her face was pale and gaunt, the flesh of her neck stretched out with the strain of her cracked lips curled to reveal her sharp, jagged teeth. Her throat was swollen, parched, drier than a desert dune. Her eyes bulged, bloodshot, the once sapphire irises turned crimson. They were wild.
Like a beast.
“Twilight!” The words tore themselves from her throat in a guttural howl. “I need you! Now!”
So, I conceived this idea while walking to the DMV earlier today to get me an Oregon driver’s license. Although it doesn’t quite contain all of the details I wanted to include, because of time constraints, I’m really happy with how the description came out in the opening paragraphs. It’s more or less exactly what I pictured in my head for once, which is pretty damned amazing. I know how I pulled that off too so I think can start actually repeating that feat in the future.