07-21-2018, 11:53 AM
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XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#00767676', endColorstr='#cc4c4c4c',GradientType=0 );}.carnage_message{position:relative;z-index:10;width:400px;background:rgba(76,76,76,0.8);text-align:justify;padding:15px;color:#CCDDE6;}.carnage_quote{position:relative;z-index:15;text-align:center;top:-20px;font:18px 'Alegreya SC', serif;color:#B34747;text-shadow:1px 1px 4px #441211;}.carnage_name{position:relative;z-index:15;padding-top:10px;text-align:center;font:28px 'Alegreya SC', serif;color:#B34747;text-shadow:1px 1px 4px #441211;}</style><center><div class="carnage_container"><img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b278/ruinedecho/carnage_zpsf4jw8cbz.jpg"><div class="carnage_gradient"></div><div class="carnage_message"><p class="carnage_quote">and lord, I fashion dark gods too;</p>
He likes to think of himself as an equalizer.
Beqanna is so <i>boring</i>, holding her magic hostage from them, so slow to dole out favors. Perhaps rightly so – he’s granted favors, too, tried to take horses under his wing, only to be ever so disappointed. They’re all failures, in the end.
But unlike Beqanna, he’s not some withholding bitch.
He’s tracked his son, casually, after their meeting when he appeared in the sky, told Warrick the secrets of his lineage. He wonders if the boy believes him yet. It doesn’t matter, not really – he’s done all the convincing he cares to.
Curious, that the boy should come to the mountain. The dark god touches his mind, rifles through to suss out the purpose of his journey.
Oh, how <i>cute</i>. He wants protection for his kingdom. To be their savior. He’s come miles, through snow and hardship, all to beg.
He doesn’t materialize in the sky, this time – instead, the snow swirls thicker, a whiteout that surrounds Warrick. It stops just as suddenly, the snow halting, freezing in place, a still and silent whiteness all around them.
It’s from this that he emerges, his gravestone-gray coat made darker in comparison to the blinding white around him. He’s in his normal form, his horse-form, this time, looking his errant son in the eye.
“Hello again, Warrick,” he says, voice languid, but loud in the silence, “I see you’ve come to ask a favor. Beqanna’s not listening, but I am.”
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@[Warrick]
*insert surprise bitch meme*
XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#00767676', endColorstr='#cc4c4c4c',GradientType=0 );}.carnage_message{position:relative;z-index:10;width:400px;background:rgba(76,76,76,0.8);text-align:justify;padding:15px;color:#CCDDE6;}.carnage_quote{position:relative;z-index:15;text-align:center;top:-20px;font:18px 'Alegreya SC', serif;color:#B34747;text-shadow:1px 1px 4px #441211;}.carnage_name{position:relative;z-index:15;padding-top:10px;text-align:center;font:28px 'Alegreya SC', serif;color:#B34747;text-shadow:1px 1px 4px #441211;}</style><center><div class="carnage_container"><img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b278/ruinedecho/carnage_zpsf4jw8cbz.jpg"><div class="carnage_gradient"></div><div class="carnage_message"><p class="carnage_quote">and lord, I fashion dark gods too;</p>He likes to think of himself as an equalizer.
Beqanna is so <i>boring</i>, holding her magic hostage from them, so slow to dole out favors. Perhaps rightly so – he’s granted favors, too, tried to take horses under his wing, only to be ever so disappointed. They’re all failures, in the end.
But unlike Beqanna, he’s not some withholding bitch.
He’s tracked his son, casually, after their meeting when he appeared in the sky, told Warrick the secrets of his lineage. He wonders if the boy believes him yet. It doesn’t matter, not really – he’s done all the convincing he cares to.
Curious, that the boy should come to the mountain. The dark god touches his mind, rifles through to suss out the purpose of his journey.
Oh, how <i>cute</i>. He wants protection for his kingdom. To be their savior. He’s come miles, through snow and hardship, all to beg.
He doesn’t materialize in the sky, this time – instead, the snow swirls thicker, a whiteout that surrounds Warrick. It stops just as suddenly, the snow halting, freezing in place, a still and silent whiteness all around them.
It’s from this that he emerges, his gravestone-gray coat made darker in comparison to the blinding white around him. He’s in his normal form, his horse-form, this time, looking his errant son in the eye.
“Hello again, Warrick,” he says, voice languid, but loud in the silence, “I see you’ve come to ask a favor. Beqanna’s not listening, but I am.”
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@[Warrick]
*insert surprise bitch meme*