09-27-2019, 07:20 PM
<style type="text/css">.template1_container {background: #fff;/*background color*/ width: 500px;border: 8px solid #000; /*border width, style, and color*/ color: #000;/* message font color*/font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; /*message font size and face*/ padding: 15px;text-align: justify;box-shadow: inset 0 0 2px 2px #000;}.template1_name {text-align: center;color: #000;/* name font color*/ font: 26px 'Times New Roman', serif;/* name font size and face*/padding-top: 10px;padding-right: 10px;}.template1_quote {text-align: center;font-style: italic;}</style><center><div class="template1_container">The heat is unbearable once the blackhole had spit him out. The amount of time he had lost was unclear though if it had been eternity it had not bothered him much, how could it when he had lived over 30 year but had only aged the equivalent of 2? His eyes scanned his surroundings while he sucked down humid gulps of oxygen while reorienting himself.
This wasn't to bad, he thought, as he started forward - the only path possible. Beads of sweat layered his coat instantaneously as he went. It was not as inconvenient as one would think if you were a lonely ghost boy though, he simply shifted slightly to an in between form just enough to allow the sweat to drip effortlessly through him to land forgotten along the dense path.
He wanders for what seems like hours before the jungle suddenly opens up before him, the heat more intense here. It did not take him long to figure out why as the castle with its lava moat rose definently before him. Kha's head cocked to the side in simple curiosity as he edged closer to the weathered bridge. His eyes darted across to the other side, widening as he spotted the giant, leathery, sleeping dragon.
He had heard stories of dragons old and new. Many who had passed through the forest were dragons themselves, but none had ever been a threat to him as long as he had stayed in his ghostly form. His traveling eyes wondered up past the dragon, admiring the rough, thick stone that assembled it. It was darkened by years of soot and so the glimpse of shimmering paleness in contrast caught his eye unexpectedly. But when he strained to see what it was the pale face disappeared suddenly, as if whomever it was had been spotted doing something they shouldn't have.
He would be lying if he had said that it didn't pull on his adventurous nerves to figure out the what, who, when, where, and why of the situation at hand. This is ridiculous, he thought as he shook his head in hysteria. Nothing from this adventure so far had been "normal", but should he attempt to figure out this story in front of him? Was the dragon protecting this being or was it holding her hostage? Worse, was the dragon protecting everyone else from it?
The moment dragged on awkwardly before he decided that he had no choice, it's not like he could go back anyways. He stared at the bridge suspiciously. How would this thing ever hold him in the first place? It's not like he could ghost across it, he would simply fall through, living form it was. He put one cautious hoof infront of the other, making his way slowly and quietly as not to wake the sleeping dragon.
His effort was thwarted however as one charred, tattered, plank crumbled beneath him into the bubbling magma. Kha let out a small holler of surprise, and that mixed with the cracking of wood had done it's job in walking the beast.
It was quick and ferocious in it's hulking form not giving Kha a moments chance to turn tail and run. The beasts claws yanked sharply at the ropes that held the bridge in place, causing a quake so fierce it shattered the remaining board beneath Kha.
Down he went, eyes wide and certain of death. The last thing he would ever see is the black, leathery beast that had sent him to his final resting place. This would not be the case, however, Kha involuntarily shifted to his ghostly form before being swallowed by the fiery substance below. The feeling was indescribable as he watched the magma surround him and literally fill him. His eyes searched frantically as he slowly fell to the bottom of the pit, unharmed.
Before hitting the bottom Kha had regained his composure, the shock of death leaving him determined. With great concentration he forced only the bottom of his hooves into existance. The heat was excruciating even in this form as he clawed his way along the bottom of the magma pit towards the solid rock form infront of him.
The base of the castle mountain came quickly, it was only luck he knew that an opening loomed infront of him. He could only hope that this opening went up and not down, farther from existance and deeper into hot, undeniable death. He could only elude true death for so long.
One could imagine his relief when the magma came to an end, bubbling out into a pitch black cavern. His hooves found solid marbled ground as he yanked himself from death's claws. The magma slipped effortlessly from his body and back to its home as he walked up the narrow tunnel.
Eventually the heat of the lava dissipated and he could see a faint light ahead. Hope grabbed at his mind as he went. When he finally exited the tunnel his jaw dropped in utter amazement. The great hall infront of him was covered floor to ceiling in pure gold, an ugly exterior to hide it's most prized possession. This was definately not what he had expected. He walked slowly through the hall coming upon two large golden double doors. He used his shoulder to shove past them into an enormous throne room, equally as glorious, and there she sat.
She looked royal in appearance, pale gold hair tumbling down her shoulders. Her garments were a deep purple, trimmed in deep gold, and upon her head sat a crown of intertwined vines in every color of gold you could imagine. As he walked closer his brow crinkled in confusion for as beautiful as this castle was, the being that ruled it was a hideous creature. This realization felt as if a film was pulled from his vision, revealing all that was real.
<b><i>Who are you and why have you come here?</i></b> it screamed at him. Kha could only shake his head in confusion. <b><i>I watched you fall. I watched you die. How? How did you find your way here?</b></i> it continued to scream in an ear shattering pitch. <b><i>No worries, I have plans for you.</i></b> it said, rising from it's hard, cold throne. When he turned to run it was with total surprise that he realized his hooves where now solid gold, heavy and almost unmovable.
He was trapped.<div class="template1_name">KHA</div><div class="template1_quote">it doesn't matter what world you live in; it only matters what world lives in you</div></div></center>
This wasn't to bad, he thought, as he started forward - the only path possible. Beads of sweat layered his coat instantaneously as he went. It was not as inconvenient as one would think if you were a lonely ghost boy though, he simply shifted slightly to an in between form just enough to allow the sweat to drip effortlessly through him to land forgotten along the dense path.
He wanders for what seems like hours before the jungle suddenly opens up before him, the heat more intense here. It did not take him long to figure out why as the castle with its lava moat rose definently before him. Kha's head cocked to the side in simple curiosity as he edged closer to the weathered bridge. His eyes darted across to the other side, widening as he spotted the giant, leathery, sleeping dragon.
He had heard stories of dragons old and new. Many who had passed through the forest were dragons themselves, but none had ever been a threat to him as long as he had stayed in his ghostly form. His traveling eyes wondered up past the dragon, admiring the rough, thick stone that assembled it. It was darkened by years of soot and so the glimpse of shimmering paleness in contrast caught his eye unexpectedly. But when he strained to see what it was the pale face disappeared suddenly, as if whomever it was had been spotted doing something they shouldn't have.
He would be lying if he had said that it didn't pull on his adventurous nerves to figure out the what, who, when, where, and why of the situation at hand. This is ridiculous, he thought as he shook his head in hysteria. Nothing from this adventure so far had been "normal", but should he attempt to figure out this story in front of him? Was the dragon protecting this being or was it holding her hostage? Worse, was the dragon protecting everyone else from it?
The moment dragged on awkwardly before he decided that he had no choice, it's not like he could go back anyways. He stared at the bridge suspiciously. How would this thing ever hold him in the first place? It's not like he could ghost across it, he would simply fall through, living form it was. He put one cautious hoof infront of the other, making his way slowly and quietly as not to wake the sleeping dragon.
His effort was thwarted however as one charred, tattered, plank crumbled beneath him into the bubbling magma. Kha let out a small holler of surprise, and that mixed with the cracking of wood had done it's job in walking the beast.
It was quick and ferocious in it's hulking form not giving Kha a moments chance to turn tail and run. The beasts claws yanked sharply at the ropes that held the bridge in place, causing a quake so fierce it shattered the remaining board beneath Kha.
Down he went, eyes wide and certain of death. The last thing he would ever see is the black, leathery beast that had sent him to his final resting place. This would not be the case, however, Kha involuntarily shifted to his ghostly form before being swallowed by the fiery substance below. The feeling was indescribable as he watched the magma surround him and literally fill him. His eyes searched frantically as he slowly fell to the bottom of the pit, unharmed.
Before hitting the bottom Kha had regained his composure, the shock of death leaving him determined. With great concentration he forced only the bottom of his hooves into existance. The heat was excruciating even in this form as he clawed his way along the bottom of the magma pit towards the solid rock form infront of him.
The base of the castle mountain came quickly, it was only luck he knew that an opening loomed infront of him. He could only hope that this opening went up and not down, farther from existance and deeper into hot, undeniable death. He could only elude true death for so long.
One could imagine his relief when the magma came to an end, bubbling out into a pitch black cavern. His hooves found solid marbled ground as he yanked himself from death's claws. The magma slipped effortlessly from his body and back to its home as he walked up the narrow tunnel.
Eventually the heat of the lava dissipated and he could see a faint light ahead. Hope grabbed at his mind as he went. When he finally exited the tunnel his jaw dropped in utter amazement. The great hall infront of him was covered floor to ceiling in pure gold, an ugly exterior to hide it's most prized possession. This was definately not what he had expected. He walked slowly through the hall coming upon two large golden double doors. He used his shoulder to shove past them into an enormous throne room, equally as glorious, and there she sat.
She looked royal in appearance, pale gold hair tumbling down her shoulders. Her garments were a deep purple, trimmed in deep gold, and upon her head sat a crown of intertwined vines in every color of gold you could imagine. As he walked closer his brow crinkled in confusion for as beautiful as this castle was, the being that ruled it was a hideous creature. This realization felt as if a film was pulled from his vision, revealing all that was real.
<b><i>Who are you and why have you come here?</i></b> it screamed at him. Kha could only shake his head in confusion. <b><i>I watched you fall. I watched you die. How? How did you find your way here?</b></i> it continued to scream in an ear shattering pitch. <b><i>No worries, I have plans for you.</i></b> it said, rising from it's hard, cold throne. When he turned to run it was with total surprise that he realized his hooves where now solid gold, heavy and almost unmovable.
He was trapped.<div class="template1_name">KHA</div><div class="template1_quote">it doesn't matter what world you live in; it only matters what world lives in you</div></div></center>