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    COTY

    Assailant -- Year 226

    QOTY

    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


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    [mock]  LITOTES
    #2
    Litotes
    3.5 years old
    16 hh
    Companion animal (sand cat) - I suppose he will be discovering mid-battle? If that's okay with you!

    <link href='https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Dosis' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'> <style type="text/css"> .litotes_container { position: relative; z-index: 1; width: 600px; border: solid 1px #000; background-color: #383b91; box-shadow: 0px 0px 10px 1px #000; } .litotes_grad-bg { z-index: 2; position: absolute; top: 201px; left: 0; width: 100%; height: 200px; background: -moz-linear-gradient(top, rgba(56, 59, 145, 0) 0%, rgba(56, 59, 145, 0.75) 48%, rgba(56, 59, 145, 1) 100%); background: -webkit-linear-gradient(top, rgba(56, 59, 145, 0) 0%, rgba(56, 59, 145, 0.75) 48%, rgba(56, 59, 145, 1) 100%); background: linear-gradient(to bottom, rgba(56, 59, 145, 0) 0%, rgba(56, 59, 145, 0.75) 48%, rgba(56, 59, 145, 1) 100%); filter: progidBig GrinXImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient(startColorstr='#00383b91', endColorstr='#383b91', GradientType=0); } .litotes_image { position: relative; z-index: 1; width: 600px; } .litotes_text { position: relative; z-index: 3; width: 580px; background-color: #202140; border-top: solid 15px #12141f; border-left: solid 1px #12141f; border-right: solid 1px #12141f; margin-bottom: 10px; } .litotes_container p { margin: 0; } .litotes_message { text-align: justify; font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; padding: 40px; color: #ccc8ea; } .litotes_quote { text-align: center; font: 12px 'Dosis', sans-serif; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 10px; margin-bottom: 20px; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: 1.4em; color: #ccc8ea; background-color: #12141f; } .litotes_name { position: absolute; z-index: 8; font: 80px 'Dosis', sans-serif; text-transform: uppercase; color: #bab6fb4f; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: 310px; margin-left: 300px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 30px #000; } </style> <center> <div class="litotes_container"> <div class="litotes_name">litotes</div> <img class="litotes_image" src="https://i.postimg.cc/yNQ7TC6K/litotes.jpg"> <div class="litotes_grad-bg"></div> <div class="litotes_text"> <p class="litotes_message"> Whispers across Beqanna haunt Litotes; little ghosts slip and whirl between his legs, cast shadows around his eyes. He has been summoned today - a mock, though battling has never been his style (quite the lover boy, he is). Fear and anxiety wrap squelching hands around his lungs. It is not that he doesn’t want to fight (he has resigned and steeled himself already), it is that he finds himself particularly chased by the violence of his past.

    This, he thinks, is what he is ready for - but why has he chosen to run from it for so long?

    The past is a magician: here, behind this curtain, then gone in an instant - here, sawing you in half, and you come apart as if your body is meant to split. She pokes and prods and peels until there is nothing left of you but the very bones of who you are: memories and lessons that over time form, perhaps, some type of moral code. Morality is in question today; is Litotes a man of war? Of steel, sword, and shield? Is he - now a shudder down his spine - tormented and ultimately violent like his father?

    Trekking to the challenge grounds is quiet work. Each step of a hoof switches an emotion: worry, acceptance, worry, acceptance . . . like clockwork, the emotions are seconds passing on a clock. He thinks of turning back (dreams of it); his anxiety screams that he should not do this, cannot, must not do this. And yet, it is fate (destiny, fortune, what have you) that drags him to the barren and frightening plain.

    Besides, he thinks, Will is his friend - and it will feel good to do something other than think about the strenuous relationships he has cultivated.

    Warlight is already there, watching and waiting as Litotes approaches. A pleasant smile tugs at his maw at the sight of her - quite the opposite of what he was feeling earlier. The pale stallion stops a few lengths away from her, dips his head, then meets her gaze challengingly.

    “Will,” he calls teasingly, not daring to give away the unease churning deep within. “Shall we begin?”

    Truthfully, he has no idea how to begin. Battle lessons with his father were few and far between; when they did happen, he was too frightened to fully understand what was going on. But this is different, friendly, and Lie knows that he must learn to protect what morals and creatures he loves. The fight: it calls to him, perhaps toxic but perhaps loving (for now, he cannot tell).

    He knows he must not wait any longer - if he hesitates for too long, Will may move first. If he moves too slowly or without enough certainty, she may predict what he is planning. So, in an instant, the sinewy man is galloping pointedly toward his opponent. His steps bring him to her in mere moments. Lie runs just slightly to the left while leaning his body to the right, hoping to throw his well-balanced shoulder into her side (and if connecting, off-setting her). Using the agility of his bloodlines, he cuts a corner around the back of her, now hoping to run along her other side. Just a bit further away than he was initially, Lie stretches his neck and snaps his teeth at her back and flank. Whether his mouth connects with her side, he does not know, for he is pumping his legs away from Will (hindquarters now within her reach) - hoping she is not quick enough to retaliate
    <p class="litotes_quote">i don't want your pity, i just want somebody near me <br>guess i'm a coward, i just want to feel all right </p> </div> </div> </center>

    @[Warlight] i wasn't sure if you still wanted mock! i figured you would since this is before she goes to pangea!!


    Messages In This Thread
    LITOTES - by Warlight - 10-28-2018, 08:58 PM
    RE: LITOTES - by litotes - 11-03-2018, 02:08 AM
    RE: LITOTES - by Warlight - 12-03-2018, 05:05 PM



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