12-29-2017, 04:31 PM
<link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Cinzel:700|Tinos:700i" rel="stylesheet"><style type="text/css">.LcLaW7_container1 {position: relative;z-index: 1;width: 510px;padding: 10px;background: #081715;border: 2px solid #0e2a27;border-radius: 25em 25em 0em 0em;box-shadow: 0 0 2em #000;}.LcLaW7_container {position: relative;z-index: 1;width: 500px;padding: 0px 0px 10px 0px;background: #050F0E;border-radius: 25em 25em 0em 0em;box-shadow: 0 0 2em #000;}.LcLaW7_container p {margin: 0;}.LcLaW7_image {border: none;border-radius: 25em 25em 0em 0em;}.LcLaW7_message {text-align: justify;font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif;padding: 0px 20px 10px 20px;color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.45);border-bottom: 2px solid #0e2a27;border-radius: 0px 0px 25px 25px;background: #081715;}.LcLaW7_name {position: relative;z-index: 3;text-align: center;font: 50px 'Cinzel', serif;color: rgba(5, 15, 14, 0.2);padding: 0;background: -ms-linear-gradient(top, rgba(5,15,14,0) 0%, rgba(5,15,14,1) 100%);background: -moz-linear-gradient(top, rgba(5,15,14,0) 0%, rgba(5,15,14,1) 100%);background: -webkit-linear-gradient(top, rgba(5,15,14,0) 0%,rgba(5,15,14,1) 100%);background: linear-gradient(to bottom, rgba(5,15,14,0) 0%,rgba(5,15,14,1) 100%); padding-top: 30px;bottom: 64px;text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #cdeeeb;}.LcLaW7_quote {text-align: center;font: 13px 'Tinos', serif;color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.6);padding: 10px;border-top: 2px solid #0e2a27;border-radius: 25px 25px 0px 0px;background: #081715;}</style><center><div class="LcLaW7_container1"><div class="LcLaW7_container"><img class="LcLaW7_image" src="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2e/1d/31/2e1d3153131a9a20ea5c10089231b92c.jpg"><p class="LcLaW7_name">LONGCLAW</p><p class="LcLaW7_quote">-I close my eyes, ignore the smoke-</p><p class="LcLaW7_message">Longclaw being here is just as much a surprise for him as it is for her. The warg prefers to test his abilities against those who could teach and benefit in return, but currently he’s exhausted those options. He thinks, (<i>maybe</i>) that this will garner the attention of the cliffside kingdom - his birth home - because he wants there to be the possibility of an open door between the far-reaching lands. Besides, his demands were lacking in any serious offense and Lewana had agreed to them; hence why she was here and raking curious, slitted eyes over his face while she sizes him up.
He says nothing in reply, merely nods and shifts his weight to balance it equally while she begins her shift. He uses the moment of her transformation to simply watch - watch where she’ll go, keep her at his front, and (<i>of course</i>) to gather his pale fire. Claw admires her second skin, (<i>he has newfound appreciation for the shape of a cat</i>) but he won’t sink to that level yet. He’s determined to wear her out and make her dance first, and Lewana seems eager to circle and prep.
His legs twist over themselves, the hard-packed clay beginning to rise in a thin, filmy cloud as he tries to keep pace with her slinking crouch. The black she-cat jerks and he falls to the trap, slamming both forehooves suddenly down to brace for a lunge that will never come. In this sense, her vital move works: he’s caught off guard and unable to twist again rapidly to meet her attack as it comes flying with claws at the ready. But he’s had his moment to prepare also and that moment is just enough to release the power he’d been shaping in his head.
From his left side, the one she takes a swing at now, the white fire roars to life as a curved, hardened shield. It doesn’t encase him, merely springs up as a defensive counter. It cannot stop the way her attack slices his shimmering skin, all it can do is probably singe her fur, maybe burn her (<i>and he hopes that it does, hopes that she feels the phantom pain while she scuttles away to face him with fangs bared.</i>)
Left shoulder stained red and with a panting sort of determination, Claw finds her as quickly as he can discern her through the haze. Once he does, (<i>right there, she looks to be tilted away from him like a black devil - they face one another but he’s seemingly got a better view of her right side; exposed and his obvious target</i>) he wastes no time in taking a move from Levi’s book. His power surfaces again and Claw uses a bit more strength than necessary to shape it into spear-like spirals, sending two free with more brutality and less accuracy in mind.
Where they’ll strike he can’t say, but if they do meet their target Lewana will be sure to feel them and every ounce of rage he’s put into them.
He exhales with the release and keeps himself steady. Using his gift was enough of a drainer, he needed every bit of reserve strength to finish off this hellcat and gain the upperhand. He won’t move, but he’ll do his best to watch her closely and, if need be, react to her onslaught.</p></div></center>
Honestly it was awesome <3 thanks for being game!
He says nothing in reply, merely nods and shifts his weight to balance it equally while she begins her shift. He uses the moment of her transformation to simply watch - watch where she’ll go, keep her at his front, and (<i>of course</i>) to gather his pale fire. Claw admires her second skin, (<i>he has newfound appreciation for the shape of a cat</i>) but he won’t sink to that level yet. He’s determined to wear her out and make her dance first, and Lewana seems eager to circle and prep.
His legs twist over themselves, the hard-packed clay beginning to rise in a thin, filmy cloud as he tries to keep pace with her slinking crouch. The black she-cat jerks and he falls to the trap, slamming both forehooves suddenly down to brace for a lunge that will never come. In this sense, her vital move works: he’s caught off guard and unable to twist again rapidly to meet her attack as it comes flying with claws at the ready. But he’s had his moment to prepare also and that moment is just enough to release the power he’d been shaping in his head.
From his left side, the one she takes a swing at now, the white fire roars to life as a curved, hardened shield. It doesn’t encase him, merely springs up as a defensive counter. It cannot stop the way her attack slices his shimmering skin, all it can do is probably singe her fur, maybe burn her (<i>and he hopes that it does, hopes that she feels the phantom pain while she scuttles away to face him with fangs bared.</i>)
Left shoulder stained red and with a panting sort of determination, Claw finds her as quickly as he can discern her through the haze. Once he does, (<i>right there, she looks to be tilted away from him like a black devil - they face one another but he’s seemingly got a better view of her right side; exposed and his obvious target</i>) he wastes no time in taking a move from Levi’s book. His power surfaces again and Claw uses a bit more strength than necessary to shape it into spear-like spirals, sending two free with more brutality and less accuracy in mind.
Where they’ll strike he can’t say, but if they do meet their target Lewana will be sure to feel them and every ounce of rage he’s put into them.
He exhales with the release and keeps himself steady. Using his gift was enough of a drainer, he needed every bit of reserve strength to finish off this hellcat and gain the upperhand. He won’t move, but he’ll do his best to watch her closely and, if need be, react to her onslaught.</p></div></center>
Honestly it was awesome <3 thanks for being game!
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