12-28-2017, 10:38 PM
<link href='https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Noto+Serif|Shadows+Into+Light' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'> <style type="text/css"> .klaudius2_container { position: relative; z-index: 1; background-color: #020005; width: 500px; box-shadow: 0px 0px 10px 1px #000; } .klaudius2_container p { margin: 0; } .klaudius2_image { position: relative; z-index: 4; width: 500px; border-top: none; } .klaudius2_text { position: relative; z-index: 6; width: 480px; } .klaudius2_message { position: relative; font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: justify; color: #ffecfd; padding: 30px 30px 10px; } .klaudius2_name { position: absolute; z-index: 6; text-align: left; font: 20px 'Noto Serif', sans-serif; color: #7d2a9c; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 5px; padding-top: 290px; padding-left: 10px; } .klaudius2_quote { position: absolute; z-index: 6; text-align: left; color: #ffd7fd; font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: italic; padding-top: 320px; padding-left: 10px; } </style> <center> <div class="klaudius2_container"> <div class="klaudius2_text"> <p class="klaudius2_message">After their brief introduction on the white-sand beaches of Ischia, his thoughts didn't travel far from the scaled stallion. The way the creature moved silently through the salt waters, creeping onto the shores of the kingdom unannounced, gave him an unsettled stirring in his gut. Questions as to why the pied stallion chose to seek out Krone(Keeper of Ischia) cluttered his mind. Perhaps it was only politics the King of Loess wished to discuss with her but something convinced him it was maybe more.
So he traveled to the land of blood and bruises. A gentle breeze swirled up a cyclone of granulated earth. Pushing it to travel across the battlegrounds. His lavender coat contrasted immensely against the drab browns that surrounded him. As does the sheets of armor that clung to his frame. Metal plates fastened to line along his crest. Tendrils of lavender mane intertwined within the breaks of silver. A solid mask of iron had formed around his face and down the bridge of his nose. A ridge of spikes, near a foot in size, appeared on his staffron and down the length of his crinet. Covering his back and sides were a mesh of steel. Held together by cords of leather that secured them in place. Leaving spaces only big enough for his set of wings. The armor wasn't resistant to puncture but at least now he had evened the score.
His regal head swiveled from left to right. Someone challenge worthy must be lingering, he thinks, so he may hone in his battle skills. They may be needed to protect his sister, his home and his progeny.
The sun had dipped just to hover above the horizon when a glistening light shimmered off an incoming figure. He squinted into the sun's yellow casting of light to view the familiar markings of the King of Loess. A grin curled at his lips.
How perfectly, perfect.
He drew the attention of the scaled king, whose path of travel and eye contact made it clear he had it. A war cry emitted from his vocals. Stating his challenge to the younger stallion. "Funny... I was just thinking of you Ivar," an entertained chuckle followed his words. Silver-hazel eyes trained on the king's movements as the kelpie-shifter circled around him. Watching for any sudden changes to his opponents path.
Just when he was getting bored of the scaled ones taunting, there was a sharp turn in his direction. The boldness of the young king's move caused the grin at the corner of his lips to grow even more. He turned himself to face the incoming attack head-on. Arching his neck to bring his muzzle to his chest. Pale purple wings held loosely at his sides. Using his left one, he stretched it out slightly farther than the right to draw the stallions interest, like the red cape of a matador to a charging bull. An injury to his wing may bound him to the earth but it would be less catastrophic than an injury to a limb or vital organ.
He miscalculated the agility of the equine. Before he can twist his body and wing out of reach, the stallion clamped his razor teeth down on the bridge of bone of his feathered appendage. Scraping away flesh and feather alike. The tightened jaws around his wing is meant to rip muscle and shatter bone, so he outstretched it to give slightly into the pressure boring down onto it.
Upon contact a high pitched grunt vibrated in his chest. Blood begun to form in droplets that stained both feather and earth. Through the pain he continued to move away from the stallion. Pivoting on his right forelimb in hopes to slide his wing free from the kelpie teeth. His rump swung to the right, so once he is freed the young king can't aim for more flesh.
With the close quarters of the pied stallion he can now see the true slick of his flesh. The scales looking every bit of any fish he has ever seen. Even if the scales had been penetrable, his dull plant-eater teeth wouldn't grip easily. Luckily for him though he didn't need his teeth. The metal cones protruding from his armor were good enough.
His hooves gripped into the dirt as he leaned to his left. Swinging his armored head in the direction of Ivar. With his new weapon, he targeted any flesh he could obtain. His aim was blind though, as the mask hindered his vision. Silver eyes peered through the cut-out holes on either side. A black and silver body was all he could account for and he hoped it was enough to land a jab from his silver horns into the water horse. If he should miss, at least the forward momentum of his heavied head may knock the king off balance(in hopes of finally releasing any grip the stallion still held on to his wing).
</p></div> <div class="klaudius2_name">Klaudius</div> <div class="klaudius2_quote">I was just born this amazing</div> <img class="klaudius2_image" src="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/8d/c9/3e/8dc93e430176d5941c6fcd1246992ca0--body-glitter-men-models.jpg"> </div> </center>
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So he traveled to the land of blood and bruises. A gentle breeze swirled up a cyclone of granulated earth. Pushing it to travel across the battlegrounds. His lavender coat contrasted immensely against the drab browns that surrounded him. As does the sheets of armor that clung to his frame. Metal plates fastened to line along his crest. Tendrils of lavender mane intertwined within the breaks of silver. A solid mask of iron had formed around his face and down the bridge of his nose. A ridge of spikes, near a foot in size, appeared on his staffron and down the length of his crinet. Covering his back and sides were a mesh of steel. Held together by cords of leather that secured them in place. Leaving spaces only big enough for his set of wings. The armor wasn't resistant to puncture but at least now he had evened the score.
His regal head swiveled from left to right. Someone challenge worthy must be lingering, he thinks, so he may hone in his battle skills. They may be needed to protect his sister, his home and his progeny.
The sun had dipped just to hover above the horizon when a glistening light shimmered off an incoming figure. He squinted into the sun's yellow casting of light to view the familiar markings of the King of Loess. A grin curled at his lips.
How perfectly, perfect.
He drew the attention of the scaled king, whose path of travel and eye contact made it clear he had it. A war cry emitted from his vocals. Stating his challenge to the younger stallion. "Funny... I was just thinking of you Ivar," an entertained chuckle followed his words. Silver-hazel eyes trained on the king's movements as the kelpie-shifter circled around him. Watching for any sudden changes to his opponents path.
Just when he was getting bored of the scaled ones taunting, there was a sharp turn in his direction. The boldness of the young king's move caused the grin at the corner of his lips to grow even more. He turned himself to face the incoming attack head-on. Arching his neck to bring his muzzle to his chest. Pale purple wings held loosely at his sides. Using his left one, he stretched it out slightly farther than the right to draw the stallions interest, like the red cape of a matador to a charging bull. An injury to his wing may bound him to the earth but it would be less catastrophic than an injury to a limb or vital organ.
He miscalculated the agility of the equine. Before he can twist his body and wing out of reach, the stallion clamped his razor teeth down on the bridge of bone of his feathered appendage. Scraping away flesh and feather alike. The tightened jaws around his wing is meant to rip muscle and shatter bone, so he outstretched it to give slightly into the pressure boring down onto it.
Upon contact a high pitched grunt vibrated in his chest. Blood begun to form in droplets that stained both feather and earth. Through the pain he continued to move away from the stallion. Pivoting on his right forelimb in hopes to slide his wing free from the kelpie teeth. His rump swung to the right, so once he is freed the young king can't aim for more flesh.
With the close quarters of the pied stallion he can now see the true slick of his flesh. The scales looking every bit of any fish he has ever seen. Even if the scales had been penetrable, his dull plant-eater teeth wouldn't grip easily. Luckily for him though he didn't need his teeth. The metal cones protruding from his armor were good enough.
His hooves gripped into the dirt as he leaned to his left. Swinging his armored head in the direction of Ivar. With his new weapon, he targeted any flesh he could obtain. His aim was blind though, as the mask hindered his vision. Silver eyes peered through the cut-out holes on either side. A black and silver body was all he could account for and he hoped it was enough to land a jab from his silver horns into the water horse. If he should miss, at least the forward momentum of his heavied head may knock the king off balance(in hopes of finally releasing any grip the stallion still held on to his wing).
</p></div> <div class="klaudius2_name">Klaudius</div> <div class="klaudius2_quote">I was just born this amazing</div> <img class="klaudius2_image" src="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/8d/c9/3e/8dc93e430176d5941c6fcd1246992ca0--body-glitter-men-models.jpg"> </div> </center>
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