09-06-2016, 02:52 PM
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filter: progidXImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#14312f', endColorstr='#14312f', GradientType=0 );}.tiphonwords{position: relative;z-index: 12;font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif;padding: 30px;padding-bottom: 70px;text-align: justify;background: #14312F;width: 420px;}.tiphonname{position: relative;z-index: 14;color: #e6e4e7;font: 16px 'Libre Baskerville', serif;margin-top: -31px;}.tiphonquote{position: relative;z-index: 18;color: #e6e4e7;font: 10px 'Lato', sans-serif;}.tiphonlines{position: relative;z-index: 21;color: #e6e4e7;font: 10px 'Lato', sans-serif;}</style><center><div class="tiphonback"><img class="tiphonpic" src="http://i.imgur.com/teIx1oJ.jpg"><div class="tiphongrad"></div><div class="tiphonquote">BUT HOW COULD YOU KNOW THE SWEETEST SUFFERING<BR><I>OF MOVING ON</I></div><div class="tipgrad"></div><div class="tiphonwords">Tiphon looks back across his shoulder toward the descent of mountain where it flattens into the meadow. He can see figures running in fright, in confusion, and his mouth purses into a thin line. To be down there is to be normal, but here, on the Mountain he is whole. While most have lost just a piece of themselves, Tiphon has lost everything. His entire being, even his birth, was magic. Without it his body is drained and lingering on relentless exhaustion. Nothing seemed right or felt right when he was down there, but it’s where his family is and where he has so far been able to muster some of their numbers. He cringes at the prospect of returning to a world he is weak in.
He knows it’s coming, however, because he will always be there for his family and strives to protect them to his ability. He won’t abandon them no matter how much life is purged the instant he steps away from this mountain peak. Offspring, it seems, knows well what they are enduring and facing.
When their eyes meet Tiphon nods his head slowly, <i>”All we can do is find our family and survive,”</i> he murmurs quietly as his mind roams the meadow with his fellow Daleans, <i>”but although there is new land, it seems smaller.”</i> A part of him is reaching across their undiscovered world and it feels less open, more constricting. <i>”I think we are all going to find ourselves in much closer quarters than what we are used to,”</i> allies will merge together and enemies will be only a hairsbreadth away from one another. <i>”I have a question,”</i> he looks at Offspring as the two other stallions bid their farewells and depart down the winding path toward the meadow, <I>”what happened in the Tundra? I had heart of an invasion in the Desert and then wherever I went there were tensions thinking that a Dalean aided the Tundra in a raid.”</i> His voice has lost its amusement; his entire body is rigid, his eyes piercing. <i>”The Tundra and Dale have been friends. Has something happened to destroy that?”</i> He reflects on his visit to the Falls and the shifting eyes of the Amazons when they knew where he traveled from.
<i>”Why try to take over another kingdom, Offspring?”</i> The rumors need settling and Tiphon’s mind is reeling, wanting to know what had elapsed when he had left his son’s side, what horror may have led to this.
</div><div class="tiphonname">TIPHON</div><div class="tiphonlines">STARLACE AND INFECTION</div></div></center>
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XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#14312f', endColorstr='#14312f', GradientType=0 );}.tiphonwords{position: relative;z-index: 12;font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif;padding: 30px;padding-bottom: 70px;text-align: justify;background: #14312F;width: 420px;}.tiphonname{position: relative;z-index: 14;color: #e6e4e7;font: 16px 'Libre Baskerville', serif;margin-top: -31px;}.tiphonquote{position: relative;z-index: 18;color: #e6e4e7;font: 10px 'Lato', sans-serif;}.tiphonlines{position: relative;z-index: 21;color: #e6e4e7;font: 10px 'Lato', sans-serif;}</style><center><div class="tiphonback"><img class="tiphonpic" src="http://i.imgur.com/teIx1oJ.jpg"><div class="tiphongrad"></div><div class="tiphonquote">BUT HOW COULD YOU KNOW THE SWEETEST SUFFERING<BR><I>OF MOVING ON</I></div><div class="tipgrad"></div><div class="tiphonwords">Tiphon looks back across his shoulder toward the descent of mountain where it flattens into the meadow. He can see figures running in fright, in confusion, and his mouth purses into a thin line. To be down there is to be normal, but here, on the Mountain he is whole. While most have lost just a piece of themselves, Tiphon has lost everything. His entire being, even his birth, was magic. Without it his body is drained and lingering on relentless exhaustion. Nothing seemed right or felt right when he was down there, but it’s where his family is and where he has so far been able to muster some of their numbers. He cringes at the prospect of returning to a world he is weak in.He knows it’s coming, however, because he will always be there for his family and strives to protect them to his ability. He won’t abandon them no matter how much life is purged the instant he steps away from this mountain peak. Offspring, it seems, knows well what they are enduring and facing.
When their eyes meet Tiphon nods his head slowly, <i>”All we can do is find our family and survive,”</i> he murmurs quietly as his mind roams the meadow with his fellow Daleans, <i>”but although there is new land, it seems smaller.”</i> A part of him is reaching across their undiscovered world and it feels less open, more constricting. <i>”I think we are all going to find ourselves in much closer quarters than what we are used to,”</i> allies will merge together and enemies will be only a hairsbreadth away from one another. <i>”I have a question,”</i> he looks at Offspring as the two other stallions bid their farewells and depart down the winding path toward the meadow, <I>”what happened in the Tundra? I had heart of an invasion in the Desert and then wherever I went there were tensions thinking that a Dalean aided the Tundra in a raid.”</i> His voice has lost its amusement; his entire body is rigid, his eyes piercing. <i>”The Tundra and Dale have been friends. Has something happened to destroy that?”</i> He reflects on his visit to the Falls and the shifting eyes of the Amazons when they knew where he traveled from.
<i>”Why try to take over another kingdom, Offspring?”</i> The rumors need settling and Tiphon’s mind is reeling, wanting to know what had elapsed when he had left his son’s side, what horror may have led to this.
</div><div class="tiphonname">TIPHON</div><div class="tiphonlines">STARLACE AND INFECTION</div></div></center>