05-25-2016, 07:51 PM
<link href='https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Satisfy|Raleway:400,300,200' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'><style type="text/css">.azaelback{position: relative;z-index: 5;width: 388px;height: 680px;box-shadow: 0 0 8px #000;background: url('http://i.imgur.com/yp0cmcW.png');padding-top: 20px;}.azaelwords{position: relative;z-index: 12;width: 240px;background: rgba(255,255,255,0.2);height: 250px;padding: 16px;font: 11px 'Raleway', sans-serif;color: #fff;overflow: auto;text-align: left;}.azaelwords::-webkit-scrollbar{width:1px;background:transparent;}.azaelname{position: relative;z-index: 16;font: 40px 'Satisfy', cursive;color: #000;text-align: left;padding-left: 30px;margin-top: 10px;text-shadow: 0 0 0.2em #fff;}.azaelquote{position: relative;z-index: 18;color: #bcf5fe;font: 18px 'Satisfy', cursive;font-style: italic;text-align: center;margin-top:300px;margin-bottom: -5px;}</style><center><div class="azaelbase"><div class="azaelback"><div class="azaelquote">good things come to those who bleed</div><div class="azaelwords">Azael had always lived by a rather simple code: if you wanted something, you bled for it. The scars marring his dappled pelt surely attested to such a life philosophy.
And so it was that the grey wraith found himself upon that hard-packed earth on that particular winter day, the chill bite of the season catching the sooty tendrils of his mane and tail, sending them fluttering behind him like the tattered banners of some long-forgotten warlord.
He wanted something. And he wasn't going to leave without it.
Arching that elegant Andalusian neck, Azael cast his ebon-stained muzzle skyward to let loose with a piercing cry - a cry rife with challenge and confidence both.
Chemdog. Your blood is requested upon the field of battle.
</div><div class="azaelname">Azael</div></div></center>
Chemdog: You are being challenged for control of your lands and your mares.
And so it was that the grey wraith found himself upon that hard-packed earth on that particular winter day, the chill bite of the season catching the sooty tendrils of his mane and tail, sending them fluttering behind him like the tattered banners of some long-forgotten warlord.
He wanted something. And he wasn't going to leave without it.
Arching that elegant Andalusian neck, Azael cast his ebon-stained muzzle skyward to let loose with a piercing cry - a cry rife with challenge and confidence both.
Chemdog. Your blood is requested upon the field of battle.
</div><div class="azaelname">Azael</div></div></center>
Chemdog: You are being challenged for control of your lands and your mares.
- Two posts each.
- Two attacks and one defense allowed per post.
- No traits or other funny business.
- You have three days to respond.