04-22-2018, 08:28 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">The sweltering heat if the day has faded into the pre-twilight of late evening. Relieving both stallions from the sun's rays. It was probably considerately more beneficial to the black than him.
The mask of dusk does little to hinder the lavender pegasus's view of the clowns position. He anticipates a dodge of some sort(cause what kind of fool would just stand there and take a hit). When he feels the brush of the stallions dark mane along the base his neck and the forceful bite of wither between his jaws, he is quite satisfied. Having such a hold wasn't something he wanted to give up quite so easily, so he uses all his strength to maintain his grip with a slight pressing downward on the tender muscles and bone there. Nothing good lasts forever and when teeth are felt along his barrel, his hold loosens as a hind limb kicks upward underneath him. In attempts to rid himself of the black beasts jaws.
It must work as he feels the ripping force subside, leaving only a sting along his side, just below the rib bones. In his line of sight he sees the raven-colored beast moving off at a quick gallop but not before rear limbs are kicking out at him again, striking him in the wing more than the barrel. The force of the kick to his flying appendage may render it useless, but he had no plans to fly off.
Even though he is in pain from the wound, he pushes onward. Following right behind the stag and collecting the earth around him with each stride. He wasn't playing grab and run anymore... He mutters through clenched teeth, "Quit running away you little bitch!"
Heavy steel collects on his face in a shield of armor. Plates along his neck hinge together as a breast plate covers his chest. Woven steel cloaks his back, and though heavy, his stature makes up for it. Still following behind his opponent, he prepares for another strike outward of a rear hoof or two. His armor would take the blunt of the hit. His intentions were jab one of his three protruding spikes from his head gear into the stallions right hip, if he should come close enough. In hopes to end this chasing game and force the clown to turn and fight. "Come on you freak! Fight me!" He taunts... <p></div> <div class="klaudius2_name">Klaudius</div> <div class="klaudius2_quote">I was lightning, before the thunder</div> <img class="klaudius2_image" src="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/8d/c9/3e/8dc93e430176d5941c6fcd1246992ca0--body-glitter-men-models.jpg"> </div> </center>
Defense: Kicks rear limb up underneath him at Morty(much like to a fly on the belly). His wings takes the force of the retreating buck
Attack: Spikes on head armor to rear. Aimed at right hip
Ref photo: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/d...est_23.jpg
The mask of dusk does little to hinder the lavender pegasus's view of the clowns position. He anticipates a dodge of some sort(cause what kind of fool would just stand there and take a hit). When he feels the brush of the stallions dark mane along the base his neck and the forceful bite of wither between his jaws, he is quite satisfied. Having such a hold wasn't something he wanted to give up quite so easily, so he uses all his strength to maintain his grip with a slight pressing downward on the tender muscles and bone there. Nothing good lasts forever and when teeth are felt along his barrel, his hold loosens as a hind limb kicks upward underneath him. In attempts to rid himself of the black beasts jaws.
It must work as he feels the ripping force subside, leaving only a sting along his side, just below the rib bones. In his line of sight he sees the raven-colored beast moving off at a quick gallop but not before rear limbs are kicking out at him again, striking him in the wing more than the barrel. The force of the kick to his flying appendage may render it useless, but he had no plans to fly off.
Even though he is in pain from the wound, he pushes onward. Following right behind the stag and collecting the earth around him with each stride. He wasn't playing grab and run anymore... He mutters through clenched teeth, "Quit running away you little bitch!"
Heavy steel collects on his face in a shield of armor. Plates along his neck hinge together as a breast plate covers his chest. Woven steel cloaks his back, and though heavy, his stature makes up for it. Still following behind his opponent, he prepares for another strike outward of a rear hoof or two. His armor would take the blunt of the hit. His intentions were jab one of his three protruding spikes from his head gear into the stallions right hip, if he should come close enough. In hopes to end this chasing game and force the clown to turn and fight. "Come on you freak! Fight me!" He taunts... <p></div> <div class="klaudius2_name">Klaudius</div> <div class="klaudius2_quote">I was lightning, before the thunder</div> <img class="klaudius2_image" src="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/8d/c9/3e/8dc93e430176d5941c6fcd1246992ca0--body-glitter-men-models.jpg"> </div> </center>
Defense: Kicks rear limb up underneath him at Morty(much like to a fly on the belly). His wings takes the force of the retreating buck
Attack: Spikes on head armor to rear. Aimed at right hip
Ref photo: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v324/d...est_23.jpg