09-24-2015, 02:02 AM
<style type="text/css">credit{position:justified;bottom;text-align:left;font:12px 'times', serif;color: #441B05;font-style:light;opacity:.10}.template3_container {position: relative;z-index: 1;width: 494px; /*frame width, should be set to the image width*/height: 689px; /*frame height, should be set to the image height*/padding: 28px;background: #fff url('http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh84/schadowed/c300d31a-6886-4f35-a50d-24c62436e852.png') no-repeat; /*background backup color and image*/border: 2px solid #000;box-shadow:0 0 20px #DDD8BB;/*border size, style, and color*/}.template3_container p {margin: 0;}.template3_messagebox {position: relative;z-index: 10;width: 500px; /*message box width*/height:500px; /*message box height*/text-align: justify;background: rgba(254,255,253,0.10); /*message box background color*/font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; /*message font size and face*/padding: 8px 0;color: #DDD8BB; /*message font color*/visibility: hidden;}.template3_messagebox {visibility: visible;}.template3_message {height:380px; /*message scroll height*/overflow: auto;padding: 20px;}.template3_message::-webkit-scrollbar {width: 1px;background: transparent;}.rippleref_bottomborder{position:bottom:10px;text-align:center;font:35px 'Copperplate', fantasy;text-shadow: 1px 2px 4px #fff;color:;font-style:bold}.rippleref_bottomunder{position:center;bottom;text-align:center;font:14px 'Copperplate', fantasy;color: #E8E7C2;font-style:light;opacity:.70;text-shadow: 0px 0px 0px;}.template3_quote {text-align: center;font: 15px 'Copperplate', fantasy; /*quote font size and face*/font-style: light;opacity:.70;color: #E8E7C2; /*quote font color*/padding: 1px;padding-bottom:7px;}</style><center><div class="template3_container"><div class="template3_messagebox"><p class="template3_quote">the darkest nights produce the brightest stars</p><p class="template3_message">Even as a rock, Fennick knew he didn’t hit anything worthwhile. He wasn’t really sure <i>how</i> he knew that. He was vaguely aware of his surroundings, but everything seemed muted and fuzzy. The giant ball of rock plowed into the dirt, showering bits of stone and sand up around him. Inside his rock body, the remnants of Fennick’s brain felt a little dizzy and dazed. Damn, that fall was really something.
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As much as if would have liked to, Fennick couldn’t just lie around and recover. He needed to shift, or else he would spend eternity lying here as a rock. Around him, Fennick felt the heat start to rise. It didn’t <i>hurt</i> per say. A rock didn’t have nerves, but he worried about the damage it would do. Would he crack and shatter? Would that kill him? Or would he just be able to shift into something whole and unharmed? Fennick wasn’t really sure, but he didn’t feel like now was the time to test it.
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Besides, there was no point fighting Erebor’s heat. It was inevitable. Better to work with it. As a rock Fennick was made up of several different minerals, and those minerals each melted at a different temperature. He began to melt in increments, he softened, and the edges of his consciousness began to blur. As a rock he was dying, but as something else he could live on. With a dramatic pop, Fennick released what was left of the rock and turned into sand. When sand was super heated it turned to liquid glass. Fennick sucked in the heat greedily as he became liquid. In this form he wouldn’t crack or break. That’s exactly what Fennick needed. As a rock he had stony and stoic. As glass he was hungry and fluid. If burning liquid touched Erebor, would he burn? The stallion could change the temperature, but if he was touched by liquid fire would his flesh crisp?
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Fennick’s awareness as glass was crisper than it was as rock. He was faster too, fluid and pulsing, rather than immovable stone. He sluiced along the ground, racing towards Erebor’s legs. Greedy glass arms reached towards the other stallion, he would devour Erebor, burn him up until he was nothing but ash.
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As a horse Fennick had empathy, compassion, as liquid glass he felt nothing but desire and heat. He tried to climb up Erebor’s legs, hoping to cling on and envelope the other stallion’s body in fire. If he was lucky, and if he was fast enough, perhaps he could wrap around his opponent’s throat. Fennick wasn’t sure, but he had a feeling the other stallion could super cool, as well as super heat. Fennick hoped that was the case. If he could wrap around Erebor, and if Erebor allowed Fennick to cool, he would turn to solid glass. If that happened, Erebor would have break his way out. Glass easily sliced through muscle and flesh. Erebor could quickly find himself in a delicate situation. </p><center><div class="rippleref_bottomborder">Fennick<br><div class="rippleref_bottomunder">Whale and Rea's amorphous, ever-changing son</div></div></font></center></div></div></div></div></font></font>
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As much as if would have liked to, Fennick couldn’t just lie around and recover. He needed to shift, or else he would spend eternity lying here as a rock. Around him, Fennick felt the heat start to rise. It didn’t <i>hurt</i> per say. A rock didn’t have nerves, but he worried about the damage it would do. Would he crack and shatter? Would that kill him? Or would he just be able to shift into something whole and unharmed? Fennick wasn’t really sure, but he didn’t feel like now was the time to test it.
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Besides, there was no point fighting Erebor’s heat. It was inevitable. Better to work with it. As a rock Fennick was made up of several different minerals, and those minerals each melted at a different temperature. He began to melt in increments, he softened, and the edges of his consciousness began to blur. As a rock he was dying, but as something else he could live on. With a dramatic pop, Fennick released what was left of the rock and turned into sand. When sand was super heated it turned to liquid glass. Fennick sucked in the heat greedily as he became liquid. In this form he wouldn’t crack or break. That’s exactly what Fennick needed. As a rock he had stony and stoic. As glass he was hungry and fluid. If burning liquid touched Erebor, would he burn? The stallion could change the temperature, but if he was touched by liquid fire would his flesh crisp?
<br>
Fennick’s awareness as glass was crisper than it was as rock. He was faster too, fluid and pulsing, rather than immovable stone. He sluiced along the ground, racing towards Erebor’s legs. Greedy glass arms reached towards the other stallion, he would devour Erebor, burn him up until he was nothing but ash.
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As a horse Fennick had empathy, compassion, as liquid glass he felt nothing but desire and heat. He tried to climb up Erebor’s legs, hoping to cling on and envelope the other stallion’s body in fire. If he was lucky, and if he was fast enough, perhaps he could wrap around his opponent’s throat. Fennick wasn’t sure, but he had a feeling the other stallion could super cool, as well as super heat. Fennick hoped that was the case. If he could wrap around Erebor, and if Erebor allowed Fennick to cool, he would turn to solid glass. If that happened, Erebor would have break his way out. Glass easily sliced through muscle and flesh. Erebor could quickly find himself in a delicate situation. </p><center><div class="rippleref_bottomborder">Fennick<br><div class="rippleref_bottomunder">Whale and Rea's amorphous, ever-changing son</div></div></font></center></div></div></div></div></font></font>