Zain
09-25-2018, 11:03 AM
<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">His focus into the deep crater is intense. Glee can be seen reflecting from his blood red eyes as he watches the sickly pulse. Thum, tha thum... The glow weakens as it struggles to repeat the rhythm. He had to fix it, but how...?
A familiar voice echoes behind him. His God appears again, surrounded by those who remain, and his attention diverts. Instructions. As Carnage speaks of the pieces, the sting returns to his hip. The dark god tells them of the pieces, of Pangea, of its sickness. Of the sacrifice needed to cleanse her of the cancer that consumes her. He is more than willing to spill the crimson from his veins to satisfy his God.
Along his perch aside the crater ledge, he feels the pieces fighting to be free. They must be free, he thinks. Pangea needed blood, his blood. So he turns to his marked side, finding the sting from the poison barbs dulled and all that remained was ebony burns etched in his hide. He reaches his head, mouth gapping and teeth barred. The sharp incisors rip a chunk of meat from his side and allow the life blood to fill the water around the weakly pulsating glow. That wasn't enough though, he turns to wear the second piece had impaled him and rips open that flesh as well. More red liquid spills into the murky waters. He does not feel pain, but euphoria. A wicked smile is painted across blood stained lips as his head rises high. Blood draining from his body until his consciousness blackens...
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Upon awakening he is no longer underwater, no longer in Pangea and no longer standing beside the heart. He is beached upon the shores of where he had started. His head lifts to find others are here as well. Watching. Waiting... </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>
A familiar voice echoes behind him. His God appears again, surrounded by those who remain, and his attention diverts. Instructions. As Carnage speaks of the pieces, the sting returns to his hip. The dark god tells them of the pieces, of Pangea, of its sickness. Of the sacrifice needed to cleanse her of the cancer that consumes her. He is more than willing to spill the crimson from his veins to satisfy his God.
Along his perch aside the crater ledge, he feels the pieces fighting to be free. They must be free, he thinks. Pangea needed blood, his blood. So he turns to his marked side, finding the sting from the poison barbs dulled and all that remained was ebony burns etched in his hide. He reaches his head, mouth gapping and teeth barred. The sharp incisors rip a chunk of meat from his side and allow the life blood to fill the water around the weakly pulsating glow. That wasn't enough though, he turns to wear the second piece had impaled him and rips open that flesh as well. More red liquid spills into the murky waters. He does not feel pain, but euphoria. A wicked smile is painted across blood stained lips as his head rises high. Blood draining from his body until his consciousness blackens...
.
Upon awakening he is no longer underwater, no longer in Pangea and no longer standing beside the heart. He is beached upon the shores of where he had started. His head lifts to find others are here as well. Watching. Waiting... </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>