09-27-2019, 05:32 PM
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XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#000b1b1b', endColorstr='#040309',GradientType=0 );}.oriash_loweredhorns_message {position: relative;z-index: 10;width: 450px;top: 10px;text-align: justify;padding: 20;color: #415971;border-top: 2px solid #112331;}.oriash_loweredhorns_quote {position: relative;z-index: 10;color: rgba(217, 231, 242, 0.6);font: 12px 'Poiret One', sans-serif;letter-spacing: 2px;text-align: center;padding-top: 20px;padding-bottom: 20px;}.oriash_loweredhorns_name {position: absolute;top: 325px;z-index: 15;right: 175px;bottom: 60px;color: #112331;text-shadow: 0 0 5px #C1C2C4;font: 70px 'Alex Brush', cursive;letter-spacing: 2px;}</style><center><div class="oriash_loweredhorns_background"><div class="oriash_loweredhorns_container"><img style="width:550px;border-radius: 50px 50px 0 0;" src="https://k.nickpic.host/bztFVD.jpg"><div class="oriash_loweredhorns_gradient"></div><p class="oriash_loweredhorns_name">Oriash</p><div class="oriash_loweredhorns_message"><p class="oriash_loweredhorns_quote" style="margin-top:-10px;">they promised that dreams can come true</p><p>Ori is silent as the other mare screams herself out. A slight smile, almost a smirk, curves her lips. It’s a tiny thing, easy to miss, but the tirade doesn’t upset her. The truth is, almost nothing upsets her, other than the shadow of her ever present mother. The mother that the world saw as so, so good. The mother that Ori doesn’t know, because her mother left her to die. It was that simple. There were no provisions made for three month old Ori when Kagerus and Solace had gone into a coma. She was simply left, and Kagerus could not be bothered to come find her daughter. Perhaps Kagerus was dead. Ori wouldn’t know either.
She almost says as much to Eurwen, but she doesn’t. Instead she lets the illusion go as the mare turns away, and her voice is level and calm when she speaks to the back of the mare. <font color=#a1abb5> “You’re right. I’m not my mother. And yet I am never given the chance to be myself. You asked what. That’s your answer. Besides, please don’t pretend you know my mother. You know a part of her, and it is a good part, but that is not all of her.”</font>
Ori doesn’t run around Beqanna telling the world of Kagerus abandonment. She will let them all believe what they want of her mother, but at the same time, she will not stand beneath her mother’s ghost anymore. Dead or not, the specter of Kagerus never went away. She was never Solace and Kagerus daughter, only Kagerus, as if the other half that she wore just as clearly did not matter. In the end, she would prefer that neither of them mattered.
She pauses for a moment, waiting to see if the mare would turn around. Not that it mattered much. The mare seemed stuck here, waiting for something Ori couldn’t place. <font color=#a1abb5> “I don’t think you are so angry over a lack of accolades,</font> she says. No one knew who cured the plague. It’s not as if they had any way of knowing, except for those that told the story. <font color=#a1abb5> “If all you wanted was a thanks, you’d be down among the others telling of what you did. Instead you are still here, forgetting that the girl you are currently screaming at is the only one who has stopped to ask if you are okay.”</font>
Again, she pauses, letting that sink in for a moment. The girl spewed venom at the only help she had, and while perhaps some of it was directed at Ori’s reaction to her mother, perhaps it was more than that. It was what she saw and endured that hurt far more than Ori’s flat tone against her own mother. At least, that’s what Ori assumed, anyway, because no one got so worked up about someone else’s mommy issues. <font color=#a1abb5> “So how about we try again. I will ask, and maybe you will answer this time. Are you okay?”</font>
Obviously, she is not okay. But the restart is an olive branch, and the mare could take it or leave it. Ori would only extend it once, but it was there, and she would do what she could to help. Admittedly, there may be little she could do, but she was here and no one else was so that was something. </p></div><p class="oriash_loweredhorns_quote">but they forgot that nightmares are dreams too.</p></div></div></center>
@[Eurwen]
XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#000b1b1b', endColorstr='#040309',GradientType=0 );}.oriash_loweredhorns_message {position: relative;z-index: 10;width: 450px;top: 10px;text-align: justify;padding: 20;color: #415971;border-top: 2px solid #112331;}.oriash_loweredhorns_quote {position: relative;z-index: 10;color: rgba(217, 231, 242, 0.6);font: 12px 'Poiret One', sans-serif;letter-spacing: 2px;text-align: center;padding-top: 20px;padding-bottom: 20px;}.oriash_loweredhorns_name {position: absolute;top: 325px;z-index: 15;right: 175px;bottom: 60px;color: #112331;text-shadow: 0 0 5px #C1C2C4;font: 70px 'Alex Brush', cursive;letter-spacing: 2px;}</style><center><div class="oriash_loweredhorns_background"><div class="oriash_loweredhorns_container"><img style="width:550px;border-radius: 50px 50px 0 0;" src="https://k.nickpic.host/bztFVD.jpg"><div class="oriash_loweredhorns_gradient"></div><p class="oriash_loweredhorns_name">Oriash</p><div class="oriash_loweredhorns_message"><p class="oriash_loweredhorns_quote" style="margin-top:-10px;">they promised that dreams can come true</p><p>Ori is silent as the other mare screams herself out. A slight smile, almost a smirk, curves her lips. It’s a tiny thing, easy to miss, but the tirade doesn’t upset her. The truth is, almost nothing upsets her, other than the shadow of her ever present mother. The mother that the world saw as so, so good. The mother that Ori doesn’t know, because her mother left her to die. It was that simple. There were no provisions made for three month old Ori when Kagerus and Solace had gone into a coma. She was simply left, and Kagerus could not be bothered to come find her daughter. Perhaps Kagerus was dead. Ori wouldn’t know either. She almost says as much to Eurwen, but she doesn’t. Instead she lets the illusion go as the mare turns away, and her voice is level and calm when she speaks to the back of the mare. <font color=#a1abb5> “You’re right. I’m not my mother. And yet I am never given the chance to be myself. You asked what. That’s your answer. Besides, please don’t pretend you know my mother. You know a part of her, and it is a good part, but that is not all of her.”</font>
Ori doesn’t run around Beqanna telling the world of Kagerus abandonment. She will let them all believe what they want of her mother, but at the same time, she will not stand beneath her mother’s ghost anymore. Dead or not, the specter of Kagerus never went away. She was never Solace and Kagerus daughter, only Kagerus, as if the other half that she wore just as clearly did not matter. In the end, she would prefer that neither of them mattered.
She pauses for a moment, waiting to see if the mare would turn around. Not that it mattered much. The mare seemed stuck here, waiting for something Ori couldn’t place. <font color=#a1abb5> “I don’t think you are so angry over a lack of accolades,</font> she says. No one knew who cured the plague. It’s not as if they had any way of knowing, except for those that told the story. <font color=#a1abb5> “If all you wanted was a thanks, you’d be down among the others telling of what you did. Instead you are still here, forgetting that the girl you are currently screaming at is the only one who has stopped to ask if you are okay.”</font>
Again, she pauses, letting that sink in for a moment. The girl spewed venom at the only help she had, and while perhaps some of it was directed at Ori’s reaction to her mother, perhaps it was more than that. It was what she saw and endured that hurt far more than Ori’s flat tone against her own mother. At least, that’s what Ori assumed, anyway, because no one got so worked up about someone else’s mommy issues. <font color=#a1abb5> “So how about we try again. I will ask, and maybe you will answer this time. Are you okay?”</font>
Obviously, she is not okay. But the restart is an olive branch, and the mare could take it or leave it. Ori would only extend it once, but it was there, and she would do what she could to help. Admittedly, there may be little she could do, but she was here and no one else was so that was something. </p></div><p class="oriash_loweredhorns_quote">but they forgot that nightmares are dreams too.</p></div></div></center>
@[Eurwen]
Use of mild power playing is allowed; no injuries without permission