09-19-2016, 11:57 PM
excuse the gross words pls :|
<style> #michywrap {width:602px;background-color:#4c7068;border:1px solid #1a201e;color:#1a201e;padding-bottom:20px;} #michytable {width:560px;padding:20px;color:#1a201e;font-size:9pt;line-height:12px;text-align:justify;position:relative;} #michypichy {background-image:url('http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t139/anh1992111/code_zps71dce927.jpg');background-size:contain;height:493px;background-repeat:no-repeat;margin-bottom:-100px;} #michygradient {background:-moz-linear-gradient(top, rgba(165,195,185,0) 0%, rgba(76,112,104,1) 100%);background:-webkit-gradient(linear, left top, left bottom, color-stop(0%,rgba(165,195,185,0)), color-stop(100%,rgba(76,112,104,1)));background:-webkit-linear-gradient(top, rgba(165,195,185,0) 0%,rgba(76,112,104,1) 100%);background:-o-linear-gradient(top, rgba(165,195,185,0) 0%,rgba(76,112,104,1) 100%);background:-ms-linear-gradient(top, rgba(165,195,185,0) 0%,rgba(76,112,104,1) 100%);background:linear-gradient(to bottom, rgba(165,195,185,0) 0%,rgba(76,112,104,1) 100%);filter:progidBig GrinXImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#00a5c3b9', endColorstr='#4c7068',GradientType=0 );position:relative;top:393px;height:100px;}</style><center><div id="michywrap"><div id="michypichy"><div id="michygradient"></div></div><div id="michytable"><center><b>Burning on, just like a match you strike to incinerate the lives of everyone you know.
And what's the worst you take from every heart you break? And like
the blade you stain, well, I've been holding on tonight.</b></center>
This was not the same Beqanna as he had once known intimately.
In a split second, the world seemed to be engulfed in chaos. Michaelis had never truly thrived in such a high risks game. He believed that the world should be an orderly and predictable thing. He didn’t care to be tossed about through a tumultuous tsunami from the whims of a magical entity. The shadow child has certainly had enough of fairies and their nefarious ways; hence the troublesome little things that trembled along his frame in their fear of the unknown.
The air was thin and unwelcoming upon the towering mountain, but Michaelis was too wary to move through the area until he had a better understanding of the layout of his surroundings. The wispy tendrils snaked around his face, searching for some reassurance from him. He had left his precious two shadow girls hidden amongst the brush. He would not expose them to this terribly unfamiliar place just yet.
He traversed beneath the moonlight freely, unhindered by the darkness. He had impeccable vision at night, and this was his best chance to observe this land – without the struggles of his day-blindness he would have otherwise.
<center><b>Michaelis</b>
( <i>The Shadow Child</i> )</center></div></div></center>
<style> #michywrap {width:602px;background-color:#4c7068;border:1px solid #1a201e;color:#1a201e;padding-bottom:20px;} #michytable {width:560px;padding:20px;color:#1a201e;font-size:9pt;line-height:12px;text-align:justify;position:relative;} #michypichy {background-image:url('http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t139/anh1992111/code_zps71dce927.jpg');background-size:contain;height:493px;background-repeat:no-repeat;margin-bottom:-100px;} #michygradient {background:-moz-linear-gradient(top, rgba(165,195,185,0) 0%, rgba(76,112,104,1) 100%);background:-webkit-gradient(linear, left top, left bottom, color-stop(0%,rgba(165,195,185,0)), color-stop(100%,rgba(76,112,104,1)));background:-webkit-linear-gradient(top, rgba(165,195,185,0) 0%,rgba(76,112,104,1) 100%);background:-o-linear-gradient(top, rgba(165,195,185,0) 0%,rgba(76,112,104,1) 100%);background:-ms-linear-gradient(top, rgba(165,195,185,0) 0%,rgba(76,112,104,1) 100%);background:linear-gradient(to bottom, rgba(165,195,185,0) 0%,rgba(76,112,104,1) 100%);filter:progidBig GrinXImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#00a5c3b9', endColorstr='#4c7068',GradientType=0 );position:relative;top:393px;height:100px;}</style><center><div id="michywrap"><div id="michypichy"><div id="michygradient"></div></div><div id="michytable"><center><b>Burning on, just like a match you strike to incinerate the lives of everyone you know.
And what's the worst you take from every heart you break? And like
the blade you stain, well, I've been holding on tonight.</b></center>
This was not the same Beqanna as he had once known intimately.
In a split second, the world seemed to be engulfed in chaos. Michaelis had never truly thrived in such a high risks game. He believed that the world should be an orderly and predictable thing. He didn’t care to be tossed about through a tumultuous tsunami from the whims of a magical entity. The shadow child has certainly had enough of fairies and their nefarious ways; hence the troublesome little things that trembled along his frame in their fear of the unknown.
The air was thin and unwelcoming upon the towering mountain, but Michaelis was too wary to move through the area until he had a better understanding of the layout of his surroundings. The wispy tendrils snaked around his face, searching for some reassurance from him. He had left his precious two shadow girls hidden amongst the brush. He would not expose them to this terribly unfamiliar place just yet.
He traversed beneath the moonlight freely, unhindered by the darkness. He had impeccable vision at night, and this was his best chance to observe this land – without the struggles of his day-blindness he would have otherwise.
<center><b>Michaelis</b>
( <i>The Shadow Child</i> )</center></div></div></center>