01-04-2018, 11:28 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">With his wing now freed, the lavender knight doesn't dwell on the sharp tinge of pain that pulsated through his body. No, he stewed on the now dirtied feathers he had spent hours preening to perfection! Not to mention the balded spot. That'll take weeks to regrow. The reward is worth the pa... extra grooming, he convinced himself.
Putting his head back in the game, he grinned at the wailing screech of the injured King. Bingo! The toss of his cumbersome head, landed a blow to his opponents buttocks. It was something at least.
He isn't one to celebrate prematurely. With the scaled stallions forelimbs staked into the ground and beginning to heave hindlimbs into the air, he pulled himself in close to the onslaught of incoming hooves. The short distance between them should give the kicks minimal strength, along with the injury sustained to the muscles there.
They strike him mid-chest regardless, and what strength does land causes him to gasp for breath. His barrel heaves with a few deep inhales. Even with his wings tight to his sides, the labored breathes are apparent. The pause in attack, allows the water horse to slip from his reach. His teeth gritted, as he wished he had been able to rip a chunk of scales from the stallion that had retreated a short distance off.
Finally he regained air enough to take a staggered step forward. He shook his lavender crown to refocus his mind. His silver eyes finding the black and pearl figure. Through the iron shield covering his face, he watched as Ivar limped onward, back facing him. Never turn your back to your opponent, he thought with a grin creeping along his lips.
His hooves gripped into the earth, surging him forwards. Each stride not without great effort for his shortened breath. Muzzle was brought to his chest. His head gear aimed to hit the stallions good side as the King leans to pivot right. If Ivar was to turn to face him, he'd hope to catch him midway into his turn. Was he quick enough though?
</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>
Putting his head back in the game, he grinned at the wailing screech of the injured King. Bingo! The toss of his cumbersome head, landed a blow to his opponents buttocks. It was something at least.
He isn't one to celebrate prematurely. With the scaled stallions forelimbs staked into the ground and beginning to heave hindlimbs into the air, he pulled himself in close to the onslaught of incoming hooves. The short distance between them should give the kicks minimal strength, along with the injury sustained to the muscles there.
They strike him mid-chest regardless, and what strength does land causes him to gasp for breath. His barrel heaves with a few deep inhales. Even with his wings tight to his sides, the labored breathes are apparent. The pause in attack, allows the water horse to slip from his reach. His teeth gritted, as he wished he had been able to rip a chunk of scales from the stallion that had retreated a short distance off.
Finally he regained air enough to take a staggered step forward. He shook his lavender crown to refocus his mind. His silver eyes finding the black and pearl figure. Through the iron shield covering his face, he watched as Ivar limped onward, back facing him. Never turn your back to your opponent, he thought with a grin creeping along his lips.
His hooves gripped into the earth, surging him forwards. Each stride not without great effort for his shortened breath. Muzzle was brought to his chest. His head gear aimed to hit the stallions good side as the King leans to pivot right. If Ivar was to turn to face him, he'd hope to catch him midway into his turn. Was he quick enough though?
</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>