06-02-2020, 09:40 PM
<style type="text/css">.template2_container {position: relative;z-index: 1;width: 450px; /*frame width*/padding: 15px;background: #000000; /*background color*/border: 2px solid #7c827e; /*border size, style, and color*/}.template2_container p {margin: 0;}.template2_image {border: 1px solid #7c827e; /*image border size, style, and color*/}.template2_message {text-align: justify;font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; /*message font size and face*/padding: 15px 0;color: #7c827e; /*message font color*/}.template2_name {text-align: center;font: 35px 'Times New Roman', serif; /*name font size and face*/color: #7c827e; /*message font color*/padding: 0;}.template2_quote {text-align: center;font: 14px 'Times New Roman', serif; /*quote font size and face*/font-style: italic;color: #7c827e; /*quote font color*/padding: 0;}</style><center><div class="template2_container"><p class="template2_message">He stands beneath the shadow of the volcano that seems to breath with life of its own. It rumbles and groans, its molten epicenter thrumming dully. It has never erupted, even in the years before Warden was born, and even before his father had come across Tephra as a young stallion. The volcano seems to value its people that worship it, looming above them all like a tall, still giant - a silent protector amongst the tropical jungle and black sand beaches and roaring ocean waves. Its black plume is a constant reminder, however, that lava can spew forth at any moment and Warden’s deep, navy gaze stares up at the black volcanic rock in silent sentiment and respect.
In the distance he can hear the cry of the gulls, squawking loudly in protest as they fight over the remnants of fish caught in the tide pools along the beach, as well as the steady sound of low tide hissing over sand. He listens carefully; black tipped ears flick behind him towards the sea, wondering if the sound of her voice would come tinkling through all of the noise. For a moment, the ivory of his lashes close around the dark ocean color of his eyes and he pictures her, not in the way his vision did but the way he wanted to - curled in beside him, like they were nights ago.
He swallows hard, immediately overcome with concern. His vision left him little to interpret, but the horned overo stallion felt it his duty to keep careful sight on her to prevent her from succumbing to whatever fate he had seen. His eyes open with a sharp snort to find ash from the volcano littering the air like snow. He tilts his head up, blinking away the flakes that brush against his lashes and sharp cheek bones, looking to the darkening plume that rises from the volcano. A familiar sight and sensation for a man born in Tephra, but that sense of familiarity soon begins to change.
It is not ash that falls against his auburn and alabaster skin; it doesn’t stain his coat and his vibrant white wings with soot like it so often does. There is a glimmer within the dust that falls around him, much like a mist after a heated thunderstorm on the summer winds. He feels it soak into his skin much like water does, absorbing into each crevice as if it was meant to be there. His mouth falls into a hard line, wondering why such an occurrence would be happening without one of his visions first, but he soon relaxes - if he hasn’t seen it before now, it must not be anything too destructive.
Warden turns to begin his walk towards the shoreline, the dust still spackling onto his skin as he walks through it. He feels no change, but the next person he encounters would notice the shining dark blue of his thick twisting horns that would match nearly perfectly in color to each of his hooves. <BR><p align=right><font size=4 face=times color=#7c827e><b>W</size><font size=-1>ARDEN</b></font></font></font></p></div></center>
Warden is receiving jeweled touch for dark blue opal horns and hooves!
In the distance he can hear the cry of the gulls, squawking loudly in protest as they fight over the remnants of fish caught in the tide pools along the beach, as well as the steady sound of low tide hissing over sand. He listens carefully; black tipped ears flick behind him towards the sea, wondering if the sound of her voice would come tinkling through all of the noise. For a moment, the ivory of his lashes close around the dark ocean color of his eyes and he pictures her, not in the way his vision did but the way he wanted to - curled in beside him, like they were nights ago.
He swallows hard, immediately overcome with concern. His vision left him little to interpret, but the horned overo stallion felt it his duty to keep careful sight on her to prevent her from succumbing to whatever fate he had seen. His eyes open with a sharp snort to find ash from the volcano littering the air like snow. He tilts his head up, blinking away the flakes that brush against his lashes and sharp cheek bones, looking to the darkening plume that rises from the volcano. A familiar sight and sensation for a man born in Tephra, but that sense of familiarity soon begins to change.
It is not ash that falls against his auburn and alabaster skin; it doesn’t stain his coat and his vibrant white wings with soot like it so often does. There is a glimmer within the dust that falls around him, much like a mist after a heated thunderstorm on the summer winds. He feels it soak into his skin much like water does, absorbing into each crevice as if it was meant to be there. His mouth falls into a hard line, wondering why such an occurrence would be happening without one of his visions first, but he soon relaxes - if he hasn’t seen it before now, it must not be anything too destructive.
Warden turns to begin his walk towards the shoreline, the dust still spackling onto his skin as he walks through it. He feels no change, but the next person he encounters would notice the shining dark blue of his thick twisting horns that would match nearly perfectly in color to each of his hooves. <BR><p align=right><font size=4 face=times color=#7c827e><b>W</size><font size=-1>ARDEN</b></font></font></font></p></div></center>
Warden is receiving jeweled touch for dark blue opal horns and hooves!
