Zain
09-06-2018, 05:54 PM
<link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Cinzel+Decorative" rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'> <style type="text/css"> .zain_cont { position: relative; z-index: 1; background-color: #0b0e00; width: 500px; box-shadow: 0px 0px 10px 8px #000; border-radius: 0em 0em 0em 0em} .zain_cont p { margin: 0; } .zain_image { position: relative; z-index: 4; width: 500px; border-top: 2px solid #aaa; border-radius: 0em 0em 0em 0em } .zain_text { position: relative; z-index: 6; width: 400px; } .zain_msg { position: relative; font: 18px 'serif'; text-align: left; color: #bbb; padding: 30px 30px 30px; } .zain_name { position: absolute; z-index: 9; text-align: left; font: 50px 'Cinzel Decorative', cursive; color: #bbb; letter-spacing: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 14px; } .zain_quote { position: absolute; z-index: 6; text-align: left; color: #458766; font: 12px 'Times New Roman'; font-style: italic; padding-top: 49px; padding-left: 65px; } </style> <center> <div class="zain_cont"> <div class="zain_text"> <p class="zain_msg">He had left his classmates, swiftly. He couldn't bare the thought of them seeing him like this. Petaled flora began emerging from his thick forelock, twirling earthward in a whimsical display like tiny dancers. Annoying ballet pixies with delicate, flowing movements.
Disgusting.
He had hid himself away, deep in the Forest. He couldn't return to his clan of misfits in Taiga with this shamefulness all over him. What kind of Carnage worshiper would have such purity expelling from their body?! Try as he might, he could not kill the vines of blush roses. Cursed magic! Each zap of his blight only brought new shoots to begin weaving through his locks. Soon he had given up and plastered himself along the far wall of some sort of animal den. dragging his sides down the dirt cave walls, he attempted to rid himself of the perfume the roses decorated him with.
While pressing his body into the musty soil, a sharp tinge of pain radiates through his body, "OUCH! What the..." his large body twisted around to see what it was that had so rudely lodged itself into his hind end. Craning his neck to view himself with fiery eyes, he scans for a wound that he is sure is there, but he finds no mark. Not yet.
The pain doesn't subside, if anything it grows. It pulls him from his den and into the light, eyes again seeking something. "AH HA!" There is a dark mark, no more than the size of a fly, at the point of his hip bone. Finding it though does little to help his situation and so his search is futile.
His brow furrows in frustration as he contemplates what to do now. His ears rest along his neck in frustration as he snorts a flower from his face. Muzzle wrinkled in disdain, he glares into oblivion. Think, think, think. A wrenching in his gut brings him to his knees. A black bile spills from his maw and onto the littered earth. Upon seeing this, his eyes grow wide in panic, forelimbs regaining an upright stance. He needed help.
.
The crest of the mountain is high in the clouds as he nears the base of the formation. Heavily feathered limbs move him at a labored trot through lands covered in snow and ice. It wasn't far from where he had been within the Forest and so he arrives quickly, but to his dismay, he is not alone. Dammit! He attempts to cover the thorny vines with thick locks before anyone notices. Within the center of the flock, a grey-washed stallion begins speaking as if he had been waiting for them. Carnage? He would know his own God better than anyone...
You all have been chosen. Stretched to the far side, is a sanded beach and an eerily still ocean surface. The stallion looks to it with a command. -you will all go into it. Then he looks to those gathered, as if concentrating on something greater.
"OUCH! What the fuck!" another sharp pain stabs at his other side. He turns to look at it but his attention is stolen by more demands. If this were any other equine, he would defy them. Spitting in their arrogant faces for thinking they could command him like some dog, but his God, he would do anything for...
.
He doesn't hesitate as some might -these unbelievers. Bone collides with water when he leaps into the waters icy embrace. He is unsure if the sensation creeping through his body is from the chill of the ocean or his adrenaline, but he continues on. Treading out into the deepest parts before diving beneath the surface, a grin plastered on his face.
His body is cumbersome in the water but with mighty strokes of his thick limbs, he draws himself into the frigid depths. Down here, waterlogged trees lay mangled about. Sea urchins cling to them, their poisonous barbs presented to any who dare get too close. He would not be that moron.
Coming to rest at the ocean's bottom, his hooves plant easily in the murky soils. It was most fortunate that magic allowed him to breathe here, instead of choking on the water that would threaten to fill his lungs otherwise. His fiery eyes glowed, like beacons, in the dirty waters that hazed his figure. Creating an almost demonic apparition.
The others begin to appear and he wonders what instructions awaited them from his Dark God... </p></div> <div class="zain_name">Zain</div> <div class="zain_quote">ReBeL jUsT fOr KiCkS</div> <img class="zain_image" src="https://images2.imgbox.com/22/8d/fuXJC59y_o.gif"> </div> </center>
Disgusting.
He had hid himself away, deep in the Forest. He couldn't return to his clan of misfits in Taiga with this shamefulness all over him. What kind of Carnage worshiper would have such purity expelling from their body?! Try as he might, he could not kill the vines of blush roses. Cursed magic! Each zap of his blight only brought new shoots to begin weaving through his locks. Soon he had given up and plastered himself along the far wall of some sort of animal den. dragging his sides down the dirt cave walls, he attempted to rid himself of the perfume the roses decorated him with.
While pressing his body into the musty soil, a sharp tinge of pain radiates through his body, "OUCH! What the..." his large body twisted around to see what it was that had so rudely lodged itself into his hind end. Craning his neck to view himself with fiery eyes, he scans for a wound that he is sure is there, but he finds no mark. Not yet.
The pain doesn't subside, if anything it grows. It pulls him from his den and into the light, eyes again seeking something. "AH HA!" There is a dark mark, no more than the size of a fly, at the point of his hip bone. Finding it though does little to help his situation and so his search is futile.
His brow furrows in frustration as he contemplates what to do now. His ears rest along his neck in frustration as he snorts a flower from his face. Muzzle wrinkled in disdain, he glares into oblivion. Think, think, think. A wrenching in his gut brings him to his knees. A black bile spills from his maw and onto the littered earth. Upon seeing this, his eyes grow wide in panic, forelimbs regaining an upright stance. He needed help.
.
The crest of the mountain is high in the clouds as he nears the base of the formation. Heavily feathered limbs move him at a labored trot through lands covered in snow and ice. It wasn't far from where he had been within the Forest and so he arrives quickly, but to his dismay, he is not alone. Dammit! He attempts to cover the thorny vines with thick locks before anyone notices. Within the center of the flock, a grey-washed stallion begins speaking as if he had been waiting for them. Carnage? He would know his own God better than anyone...
You all have been chosen. Stretched to the far side, is a sanded beach and an eerily still ocean surface. The stallion looks to it with a command. -you will all go into it. Then he looks to those gathered, as if concentrating on something greater.
"OUCH! What the fuck!" another sharp pain stabs at his other side. He turns to look at it but his attention is stolen by more demands. If this were any other equine, he would defy them. Spitting in their arrogant faces for thinking they could command him like some dog, but his God, he would do anything for...
.
He doesn't hesitate as some might -these unbelievers. Bone collides with water when he leaps into the waters icy embrace. He is unsure if the sensation creeping through his body is from the chill of the ocean or his adrenaline, but he continues on. Treading out into the deepest parts before diving beneath the surface, a grin plastered on his face.
His body is cumbersome in the water but with mighty strokes of his thick limbs, he draws himself into the frigid depths. Down here, waterlogged trees lay mangled about. Sea urchins cling to them, their poisonous barbs presented to any who dare get too close. He would not be that moron.
Coming to rest at the ocean's bottom, his hooves plant easily in the murky soils. It was most fortunate that magic allowed him to breathe here, instead of choking on the water that would threaten to fill his lungs otherwise. His fiery eyes glowed, like beacons, in the dirty waters that hazed his figure. Creating an almost demonic apparition.
The others begin to appear and he wonders what instructions awaited them from his Dark God... </p></div> <div class="zain_name">Zain</div> <div class="zain_quote">ReBeL jUsT fOr KiCkS</div> <img class="zain_image" src="https://images2.imgbox.com/22/8d/fuXJC59y_o.gif"> </div> </center>
*Be Warned*
Possesses health transference
and may steal your health.
Possesses health transference
and may steal your health.
//Blight-Undead Appearance-Fire Mimicry-Fire Immunity-Health Transference-Shadows\\
Fire Mimicry- Glowing, Radiant Heat (warm to burning), Aesthetic Smoke