10-02-2017, 08:14 PM
<link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Parisienne" rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'> <style type="text/css"> .dynast_cont { position: relative; z-index: 1; background-color: #0b0e00; width: 400px; box-shadow: 0px 0px 10px 8px #000; } .dynast_cont p { margin: 0; } .dynast_image { position: relative; z-index: 4; width: 400px; border-top: none; } .dynast_text { position: relative; z-index: 6; width: 400px; } .dynast_msg { position: relative; font: 18px 'Times', serif; text-align: center; color: #b01115; padding: 30px 30px 30px; } .dynast_name { position: absolute; z-index: 9; text-align: left; font: 45px 'Parisienne', cursive; color: #7c0406; letter-spacing: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 14px; } .dynast_quote { position: absolute; z-index: 6; text-align: left; color: #e10600; font: 12px 'Times New Roman'; font-style: italic; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 12px; } </style> <center> <div class="dynast_cont"> <div class="dynast_text"> <p class="dynast_msg">Love.
Was it even a real feeling or just fantasy?
It comes in so may forms and too often it waivers. Once you loved one thing and another something totally the opposite.
I had never felt love, so as I lie broken on the cold dirt of my cavern cell I hardly lift my skull to view what was coming for me. This time there were iron bars caging me. Preventing my escape if I found life worth living. At this point, why bother. My family was dead. Not once but twice I was tricked into the depths of my own worst fears. I was alone, and now I knew it.
A familiar voice echoed around me. The same voice that had presented itself here before. To escape, you must destroy something you love... Or you can sacrifice yourself. It's your choice.... If there had been a menacing cackle it would have all been to predictable. My thoughts go to my family, bloated and dead on the grey silt. Had I even loved them? How can you love someone you do not even know?
My head rises from the dirt as I force my damp body to stand. Ebony ears flattened to my skull. My scarlett eyes burned with anger as I lunged for the cell door. Narrowing my eyes to the figure loaming in the shadows. Venom laced words hiss from my lips, "What if I am incapable of love? What then?"
No figment of my imagination would appear. There was no one. Never has been. It was always just me. Even then, I can't say I loved myself... </p></div> <div class="dynast_name">Dynast</div> <div class="dynast_quote">Friends with the Monsters</div> <img class="dynast_image" src="http://footage.framepool.com/shotimg/qf/960006557-bioluminescence-tentacle-animal-jellyfish-transparent.jpg"> </div> </center>
I guess she remains prisoner since there is no one for her to kill... Or whatever Carnage wants to do with her
Was it even a real feeling or just fantasy?
It comes in so may forms and too often it waivers. Once you loved one thing and another something totally the opposite.
I had never felt love, so as I lie broken on the cold dirt of my cavern cell I hardly lift my skull to view what was coming for me. This time there were iron bars caging me. Preventing my escape if I found life worth living. At this point, why bother. My family was dead. Not once but twice I was tricked into the depths of my own worst fears. I was alone, and now I knew it.
A familiar voice echoed around me. The same voice that had presented itself here before. To escape, you must destroy something you love... Or you can sacrifice yourself. It's your choice.... If there had been a menacing cackle it would have all been to predictable. My thoughts go to my family, bloated and dead on the grey silt. Had I even loved them? How can you love someone you do not even know?
My head rises from the dirt as I force my damp body to stand. Ebony ears flattened to my skull. My scarlett eyes burned with anger as I lunged for the cell door. Narrowing my eyes to the figure loaming in the shadows. Venom laced words hiss from my lips, "What if I am incapable of love? What then?"
No figment of my imagination would appear. There was no one. Never has been. It was always just me. Even then, I can't say I loved myself... </p></div> <div class="dynast_name">Dynast</div> <div class="dynast_quote">Friends with the Monsters</div> <img class="dynast_image" src="http://footage.framepool.com/shotimg/qf/960006557-bioluminescence-tentacle-animal-jellyfish-transparent.jpg"> </div> </center>
I guess she remains prisoner since there is no one for her to kill... Or whatever Carnage wants to do with her