03-08-2018, 02:53 PM
<link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Alex+Brush' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'><style>.wysterialayout {width:600px; border:1px solid #000;box-shadow:0px 0px 10px #000;background-color:#84658e;} .wysteriagradient {width:600px; border:1px solid #000;padding:10px;background:#32173b;background: -webkit-linear-gradient(#32173b, #502d5c, #32173b);background: -o-linear-gradient(#32173b, #502d5c, #32173b);background: -moz-linear-gradient(#32173b, #502d5c, #32173b);background: linear-gradient(#32173b, #502d5c, #32173b); box-shadow:0px 0px 25px #000;} .wysteriapic {width:600px; height:600px; background-image:url('https://s12.postimg.org/kg3nx0u5p/insanewysteriafairy.png');background-size:contain;margin-bottom:-85px;} .wysteriaquote {width:600px; font-size:24px;font-family: 'alex brush', cursive;color:#32173b;padding-bottom:10px;} .wysteriapost {padding:30px;padding-bottom:5px;padding-top:0px;text-align:justify;font:12px times;color:#32173b;} .wysterianame {width:600px; height:101px; background-image:url('https://s12.postimg.org/yntclo6ul/wfname.png');background-size:contain;margin-bottom:5px;}</style><center><div class=wysteriagradient><div class=wysterialayout><div class=wysteriapic></div><div class=wysteriaquote><center>All hail the Queen of the Boards.</center></div><div class=wysteriapost>You'd think the fairy shaped from a tree would find a tender place in her heart for the mare that cared so diligently for the forest of Tiaga. You'd think, anyway. It would make sense, after all. Really, it would make sense for her to find a soft spot in her heart simply for a horse that <i>cared</i> in a land so full of greed and selfishness. Too many years had hardened those soft spots though, had taught her that so rarely do they remain selfless for long.
Kolera, it turns out, is no different.
The bay mare makes her way up the Mountain in the evening. Already a dangerous trip, made even more dangerous by the fading light. Wysteria lets the clouds roll in this evening, darkening the sky even more, letting the mare struggle. They were supposed to earn the right to come here, and too many visits did not please the white and purple fairy. <b> "You again,"</b> she says before appearing, though after Kolera has said her piece.
Her voice is cold and unimpressed. <i>I come to claim,</i> the mare had said. Demanded even. Certainly not asked. The Mountain was a place for supplication, for asking; not for coming once and then feeling entitled every other time they made the trip. She appears then, materializing in the dark, needed no extra light to be seen. She shines, not only from the color of her coat, but from the inside out. After all, the fairies are no normal horses.
<b> "Remind me, why did we need to destroy the land in the first place? Do you think we enjoy destroying the things we have dedicated our lives to protecting?"</b> Her words remain cold, not quite cruel but bordering on such. She is clearly not pleased. <b> "Taiga is not yours to claim. It is quite good of you to take it upon yourself to nurture it back to life, but isn't that what you enjoy doing? Why should we reward you for doing what you promised us you would do when we granted your first request?"</b>
She pauses for a moment, not because she has any intentions of listening to any argument the mare might make, but allowing the mare room to speak anyway if she feels like wasting her breath. <b> "Next time, perhaps you ought to think before you act. Flesh is fun, but it has repercussions, my dear. Taiga will not be yours nor anyone else's, and for being so very presumptuous, expect a little surprise when your child is born."</b> Something cold and sinuous crawls along Kolera's legs and up toward her belly, magic that cannot be seen. It sinks into her skin and into the child that grows there, twisting the powers he might have had to something his mother will be far less pleased with.
<b> "Go, and should you ever come back here, remember your manners."</b>
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@[Kolera] hopefully that works for you!
Kolera, it turns out, is no different.
The bay mare makes her way up the Mountain in the evening. Already a dangerous trip, made even more dangerous by the fading light. Wysteria lets the clouds roll in this evening, darkening the sky even more, letting the mare struggle. They were supposed to earn the right to come here, and too many visits did not please the white and purple fairy. <b> "You again,"</b> she says before appearing, though after Kolera has said her piece.
Her voice is cold and unimpressed. <i>I come to claim,</i> the mare had said. Demanded even. Certainly not asked. The Mountain was a place for supplication, for asking; not for coming once and then feeling entitled every other time they made the trip. She appears then, materializing in the dark, needed no extra light to be seen. She shines, not only from the color of her coat, but from the inside out. After all, the fairies are no normal horses.
<b> "Remind me, why did we need to destroy the land in the first place? Do you think we enjoy destroying the things we have dedicated our lives to protecting?"</b> Her words remain cold, not quite cruel but bordering on such. She is clearly not pleased. <b> "Taiga is not yours to claim. It is quite good of you to take it upon yourself to nurture it back to life, but isn't that what you enjoy doing? Why should we reward you for doing what you promised us you would do when we granted your first request?"</b>
She pauses for a moment, not because she has any intentions of listening to any argument the mare might make, but allowing the mare room to speak anyway if she feels like wasting her breath. <b> "Next time, perhaps you ought to think before you act. Flesh is fun, but it has repercussions, my dear. Taiga will not be yours nor anyone else's, and for being so very presumptuous, expect a little surprise when your child is born."</b> Something cold and sinuous crawls along Kolera's legs and up toward her belly, magic that cannot be seen. It sinks into her skin and into the child that grows there, twisting the powers he might have had to something his mother will be far less pleased with.
<b> "Go, and should you ever come back here, remember your manners."</b>
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@[Kolera] hopefully that works for you!