10-22-2019, 01:11 PM
<link href='https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Arapey' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'> <style type="text/css"> .ruinam_container { position: relative; z-index: 1; background-image: url('https://i.postimg.cc/dtD02DbC/ruinam-bg.png'); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: 0 0; background-size: 100% 100%; width: 600px; padding: 0 0 0 0; border: solid 5px #71868e; box-shadow: 0px 0px 10px 1px #000; } .ruinam_container p { margin: 0; } .ruinam_image { position: relative; z-index: 4; width: 600px; } .ruinam_text { position: relative; z-index: 6; width: 580px; background-color: #71868e; margin-bottom: -20px; margin-top: 0px; box-shadow: 0px 0px 10px 2px #3b474c; } .ruinam_message { position: relative; font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: justify; color: #242a2d; padding: 30px; line-height: 1.3em; } .ruinam_quote { text-align: center; color: #3b474c; width:50%; font: 20px 'Arapey', serif; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 4px; padding: 20px 0px; border-bottom: dotted 1px #3b474c; } .ruinam_name { position: absolute; z-index: 10; color: #98abb3; width: 100%; bottom: 10px; letter-spacing: 10px; text-align: center; font: 80px 'Arapey', serif; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 30px #000; } </style> <center> <div class="ruinam_container"> <div class="ruinam_text"> <p class="ruinam_quote">winter wonderland</p> <p class="ruinam_message">Ruinam has managed to successfully land a blow to his challenger, injuring his shoulder and hopefully slightly impairing his movement. With the bitter taste of blood in his mouth, Ruinam's expression turns sour, a stinging sensation entering his mouth as he circles his opponent at a sedated walk.
The stallion waits for an attack to come his way, though as the adrenaline is drained from his body and his body heats up, he realizes that Maleficar has already made his move, grasping that his own attack had perhaps been a little too rash.
“Do challenges usually involve this much chatter?” he says, shaking his head as he spits out the blood in his mouth, the muscles in his shoulders suddenly shaking slightly as he moves forward to a trot once more.
As he moves he can feel himself weaken, an unnatural feeling suddenly weighing the male down as he heaves a cough, staring at the other male with a hint of worry in his eyes. Ruinam halts, his legs sliding uncontrollably on the moist ground, feeling his eyes and cheeks rise in temperature as they begin to swell, his head shaking slightly as he tries to get rid of the feeling.
The stallion's head suddenly becomes quite clouds, moments of pain coming and going as he moves around in confusion, his body swaying in time to the breeze, his stomach body groaning as it tries to fight back the toxins that attack his nervous system, trying to prevent his muscles from shutting down and his heart beating too fast.
The white male tries to regain his posture as he looks toward the other stallion "You are quite talented, why even bother following someone like Vulgaris?" he asks, his curiosity peaked in the heat of the battle, deciding that perhaps parlance was all he needed.
Though before Maleficar can even reply the white stallion rushes forward into the circle again, panting heavily this time as his breath becomes raspy and fast, feeling his heart rate increase rapidly as he moves "Let's get this over with, shall we?" he says, breaking from the circle and rushing toward the silver bay male.
As he hastes toward the male, he can feel his muscles shake and strain more than they had before, his vision becoming blurry as he aims for the stallion, the terrain below him is shaded by the canopy above them, hiding the roots that stick out through the moist soil.
As Ruinam rushes forward he can feel his left shoulder tense up and freeze, forcing him into a slide, the roots in front of him entangling his legs and tripping him over, sending him crashing toward Maleficar as he shrieks in pain.
As he falls he can feel his muscles vibrate, his body becoming a mess as various toxins work away at him, creating a mass of confusion in his head.
The stallion feels that only luck can save him now, he would have to be fortunate to have managed to land any form of a blow as he fell, feeling that now he was truly at disadvantage. </p> </div> <div class="ruinam_name">Ruinam</div> <img class="ruinam_image" src="https://i.postimg.cc/RV0WggHN/ruinam.png"> </div> </center>
The stallion waits for an attack to come his way, though as the adrenaline is drained from his body and his body heats up, he realizes that Maleficar has already made his move, grasping that his own attack had perhaps been a little too rash.
“Do challenges usually involve this much chatter?” he says, shaking his head as he spits out the blood in his mouth, the muscles in his shoulders suddenly shaking slightly as he moves forward to a trot once more.
As he moves he can feel himself weaken, an unnatural feeling suddenly weighing the male down as he heaves a cough, staring at the other male with a hint of worry in his eyes. Ruinam halts, his legs sliding uncontrollably on the moist ground, feeling his eyes and cheeks rise in temperature as they begin to swell, his head shaking slightly as he tries to get rid of the feeling.
The stallion's head suddenly becomes quite clouds, moments of pain coming and going as he moves around in confusion, his body swaying in time to the breeze, his stomach body groaning as it tries to fight back the toxins that attack his nervous system, trying to prevent his muscles from shutting down and his heart beating too fast.
The white male tries to regain his posture as he looks toward the other stallion "You are quite talented, why even bother following someone like Vulgaris?" he asks, his curiosity peaked in the heat of the battle, deciding that perhaps parlance was all he needed.
Though before Maleficar can even reply the white stallion rushes forward into the circle again, panting heavily this time as his breath becomes raspy and fast, feeling his heart rate increase rapidly as he moves "Let's get this over with, shall we?" he says, breaking from the circle and rushing toward the silver bay male.
As he hastes toward the male, he can feel his muscles shake and strain more than they had before, his vision becoming blurry as he aims for the stallion, the terrain below him is shaded by the canopy above them, hiding the roots that stick out through the moist soil.
As Ruinam rushes forward he can feel his left shoulder tense up and freeze, forcing him into a slide, the roots in front of him entangling his legs and tripping him over, sending him crashing toward Maleficar as he shrieks in pain.
As he falls he can feel his muscles vibrate, his body becoming a mess as various toxins work away at him, creating a mass of confusion in his head.
The stallion feels that only luck can save him now, he would have to be fortunate to have managed to land any form of a blow as he fell, feeling that now he was truly at disadvantage. </p> </div> <div class="ruinam_name">Ruinam</div> <img class="ruinam_image" src="https://i.postimg.cc/RV0WggHN/ruinam.png"> </div> </center>
