05-21-2016, 06:29 PM
<link href='https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Marck+Script' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'><link href='https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Handlee' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'><style type="text/css">.archam_blue_name { font-family: 'Marck Script', cursive; color:#448bff; background:transparent;text-shadow:#000 1px 2px 3px; margin:-28px auto; font-size:60px; font-weight:bold; text-align:right; padding:10px 5px 0px 0px; width:500px;}.archam_blue_container {width:500px;border:1px solid #000; margin:0px auto;background: #284422 url("http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v248/pnh_girl/archam.jpg") no-repeat;background-position: top; box-shadow:0px 0px 5px #000;}.archam_blue_messagebox {width:470px; margin: 450px 0px 10px; background: -ms-linear-gradient(top, rgba(68,139,255,0) 0%, rgba(51,112,219,1) 31%, rgba(14,52,140,1) 100%); background: -moz-linear-gradient(top, rgba(68,139,255,0) 0%, rgba(51,112,219,1) 31%, rgba(14,52,140,1) 100%); background: -webkit-linear-gradient(top, rgba(68,139,255,0) 0%,rgba(51,112,219,1) 31%,rgba(14,52,140,1) 100%); background: linear-gradient(to bottom, rgba(68,139,255,0) 0%,rgba(51,112,219,1) 31%,rgba(14,52,140,1) 100%);font-family:"Times New Roman", serif; font-size:16px; color:#000; line-height:16px; text-align:center; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px;-webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px;}.archam_blue_message {padding: 30px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;text-align: justify;}.archam_blue_message b {color:#fff;}.archam_blue_quote { text-align:center; font-family: 'Handlee', cursive; font-size: 15px;text-shadow:#000 0px 0px 5px; color: #fff;letter-spacing: 2px; padding:10px; margin: auto;}</style><center> <div class="archam_blue_name"> Archam </div> <div class="archam_blue_container"><div class="archam_blue_messagebox"><br><br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v248/pnh_girl/swirl.png"><br><br> <p class="archam_blue_message">
The stallion’s eyes rolled as he spoke, everything that came out of his mouth sounded stupid. Archam never did like stallions, but he particularly hated this one. The battle ground started out smooth and clear and was ending torn up with dirt, dust and grass flying around with a small amount of horse hair. The battle was nearing the end as they were both growing tired and sore from the attacks, this was the time for Archam to give it his all, he wanted to protect his mares, he needed to protect his mares.
The stallions kick landed right in his mouth, but to Archams shock his opponent let out a laugh, his eyes grew wide with shock and his ears pinned flat to his skull. Did this snarky tool just laugh at being kicked? In disbelief he quickly turned to face back at Chemdog.
Archams body was sore from the battle, and his blood continued to boil, his adrenaline was in full effect allowing him to push forward with all efforts he had. Before he could return to reality his opponent was already charging at him, his ears nearly invisible from being pinned so far back. The stallion’s mouth was visible and he was aiming for his face, they were already in such close quarters that Archam attempted to move out of the way but was too late. The stallion clashed into his chest at the same time clobbered his face, causing him to bleed right under his eye (he broke the skin causing blood to trickle down, but no huge chunk or anything). Archam was pushed backwards from the charge, and he couldn’t understand what Chemdog was going for with the attack, yes Arhcam would lose his footing, but wouldn't Chem as well? How could he simply run full force into the stag and not stumble off. As Archam was pushed back his back legs dropped to the ground from the lost footing, digging up the grass around him.
He was quick to lift his hind quarters and his gaze was looking for Chem curious to if he lost balance or not. If he had lost his balance Arhcam did not want to give him time to recover, this stallion was so adamant to charge Archam that he decided to attempt a clash with the stallion. His body was sore, and it hurt to run but if he could just land the attack perhaps he could cause the other stallion to fall to the ground. Archam bolted towards Chemdog, giving everything he had, his ears pinned with hatred. Every step he took hurt, his legs pounded into the ground leaving a circular hoof print with every step, dirt engraving his hooves. He finally reached the stallion hopeful that he lost balance and was not focused on Archams attack; hopeful that Archam would be successful in this attack.
</p><div class="archam_blue_quote"> Lead Stallion of Cobblestone Creek</div> </div> </div></center>
The stallion’s eyes rolled as he spoke, everything that came out of his mouth sounded stupid. Archam never did like stallions, but he particularly hated this one. The battle ground started out smooth and clear and was ending torn up with dirt, dust and grass flying around with a small amount of horse hair. The battle was nearing the end as they were both growing tired and sore from the attacks, this was the time for Archam to give it his all, he wanted to protect his mares, he needed to protect his mares.
The stallions kick landed right in his mouth, but to Archams shock his opponent let out a laugh, his eyes grew wide with shock and his ears pinned flat to his skull. Did this snarky tool just laugh at being kicked? In disbelief he quickly turned to face back at Chemdog.
Archams body was sore from the battle, and his blood continued to boil, his adrenaline was in full effect allowing him to push forward with all efforts he had. Before he could return to reality his opponent was already charging at him, his ears nearly invisible from being pinned so far back. The stallion’s mouth was visible and he was aiming for his face, they were already in such close quarters that Archam attempted to move out of the way but was too late. The stallion clashed into his chest at the same time clobbered his face, causing him to bleed right under his eye (he broke the skin causing blood to trickle down, but no huge chunk or anything). Archam was pushed backwards from the charge, and he couldn’t understand what Chemdog was going for with the attack, yes Arhcam would lose his footing, but wouldn't Chem as well? How could he simply run full force into the stag and not stumble off. As Archam was pushed back his back legs dropped to the ground from the lost footing, digging up the grass around him.
He was quick to lift his hind quarters and his gaze was looking for Chem curious to if he lost balance or not. If he had lost his balance Arhcam did not want to give him time to recover, this stallion was so adamant to charge Archam that he decided to attempt a clash with the stallion. His body was sore, and it hurt to run but if he could just land the attack perhaps he could cause the other stallion to fall to the ground. Archam bolted towards Chemdog, giving everything he had, his ears pinned with hatred. Every step he took hurt, his legs pounded into the ground leaving a circular hoof print with every step, dirt engraving his hooves. He finally reached the stallion hopeful that he lost balance and was not focused on Archams attack; hopeful that Archam would be successful in this attack.
</p><div class="archam_blue_quote"> Lead Stallion of Cobblestone Creek</div> </div> </div></center>