06-09-2019, 12:57 PM
<link href='https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Thasadith|Mr+Dafoe' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'> <style type="text/css"> .aziz_container { position: relative; z-index: 1; background: #000; width: 600px; padding: 0 0 0 0; border: solid 2px #000; box-shadow: 0px 0px 10px 1px #000; } .aziz_container p { margin: 0; } .aziz_image { position: relative; z-index: 4; width: 600px; } .aziz_divider { position: relative; z-index: 4; width: 500px; } .aziz_text { position: relative; z-index: 6; width: 560px; margin-top: -150px; margin-bottom: 20px; } .aziz_message { position: relative; font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: justify; color: #b7afaf; padding: 40px; line-height: 1.3em; } .aziz_quote { text-align: center; color: #b7afaf; font: 25px 'Mr Dafoe', cursive; padding-bottom: 40px; letter-spacing: 5px; line-height: 0.4em; } .aziz_name { text-align: center; color: #1d1d1b; font: 100px 'Thasadith', sans-serif; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 40px; padding: 30px 0 0 40px; line-height: 0.1em; } </style> <center> <div class="aziz_container"> <img class="aziz_image" src="https://i.postimg.cc/g285S8kf/aziz.png"> <div class="aziz_text"> <img class="aziz_divider" src="https://i.postimg.cc/C1RLfcS3/crown.png"> <p class="aziz_message"> The darkness quickly overwhelms the bay stallion, silence engulfing the pitch black expanse as time seems to stop. Everything is silent and cold, perfectly still. Time now seems to fold in on itself as everything begins to re-appear again, now bright colours begin to appear, the colourful shine of Sylva appearing as the stallion opens his eyes, the silence is gone, birds chirp loudly as he stands upright, dazed and confused.
Was it all a dream? Aziz huffs loudly as he begins to walk forward, he had either invested his time and effort into nothing or overslept. Nevertheless, the male was tired and rather grumpy.
As he walks he can hear the wail of a young child, desperately looking for something, but for what?
The bay male's ears perk curiously, his body slithering closer to inspect the scene, upon arrival Aziz spots the small foal, laying silently in a small patch of overgrown foliage. Interesting.
Aziz feels a strong connection, a desire to ask what the child is in search of, the male steps forward with an inviting smile "Hello, what seems to be troubling you?" he asks softly, his voice abandoning its usual raspy and aggressive tone.
Where is my mother? I'm lost, please help me the small child pleads, her voice portraying a tone of urgency, giving Aziz the chance to help.
He can smell where her mother has gone, though the child's meagre sense of smell cannot pick it up. He was in control of the little one's future, the possibility of life and death right at his fingertips.
Deceive, deceive, deceive.
Aziz grins warmly "Your mother?" he asks quietly, the small foal nodding desperately, trying to stand without shaking.
"Right. Your mother" he nods, standing by the small foal's side. He is compelled to deceive, to lead the child along the wrong path, deception was the goal.
Aziz smiles sincerely "This way" his voice growls, his mind pounding excitedly as he leads the small foal in the opposite direction, leading the child into the shadows, created by the thick Sylvan canopy.
"Run as fast as you can, don't look back, there are creatures around these parts" he smiles, watching the dark foal disappear into the thick foliage, running as quickly as he can.
The deed is done, he has deceived. He can now rest.
The bay stallion recedes back into the Sylvan forest, shaping a dome out of the ground that he can sleep in, his mind rather fuzzy as he falls asleep, warm and comfortable inside the dome.
</p> <p class="aziz_name">Aziz</p> <p class="aziz_quote">—lost and forgotten—</p> </div> </div> </center> This is garbage but oh well
Was it all a dream? Aziz huffs loudly as he begins to walk forward, he had either invested his time and effort into nothing or overslept. Nevertheless, the male was tired and rather grumpy.
As he walks he can hear the wail of a young child, desperately looking for something, but for what?
The bay male's ears perk curiously, his body slithering closer to inspect the scene, upon arrival Aziz spots the small foal, laying silently in a small patch of overgrown foliage. Interesting.
Aziz feels a strong connection, a desire to ask what the child is in search of, the male steps forward with an inviting smile "Hello, what seems to be troubling you?" he asks softly, his voice abandoning its usual raspy and aggressive tone.
Where is my mother? I'm lost, please help me the small child pleads, her voice portraying a tone of urgency, giving Aziz the chance to help.
He can smell where her mother has gone, though the child's meagre sense of smell cannot pick it up. He was in control of the little one's future, the possibility of life and death right at his fingertips.
Deceive, deceive, deceive.
Aziz grins warmly "Your mother?" he asks quietly, the small foal nodding desperately, trying to stand without shaking.
"Right. Your mother" he nods, standing by the small foal's side. He is compelled to deceive, to lead the child along the wrong path, deception was the goal.
Aziz smiles sincerely "This way" his voice growls, his mind pounding excitedly as he leads the small foal in the opposite direction, leading the child into the shadows, created by the thick Sylvan canopy.
"Run as fast as you can, don't look back, there are creatures around these parts" he smiles, watching the dark foal disappear into the thick foliage, running as quickly as he can.
The deed is done, he has deceived. He can now rest.
The bay stallion recedes back into the Sylvan forest, shaping a dome out of the ground that he can sleep in, his mind rather fuzzy as he falls asleep, warm and comfortable inside the dome.
</p> <p class="aziz_name">Aziz</p> <p class="aziz_quote">—lost and forgotten—</p> </div> </div> </center> This is garbage but oh well
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