11-15-2017, 07:19 PM
<link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Mr+Dafoe|Norican" rel="stylesheet"><style type="text/css">.Ledg7_container1 {position: relative;z-index: 1;width: 620px;padding: 15px 15px 0px 15px;background: #36424E;box-shadow: 0 0 2em #000;border: 2px solid #2D3640;}.Ledg7_container {position: relative;z-index: 1;width: 600px;padding: 0;background: #424548;box-shadow: 0 0 2em #000;border: 2px solid #2D3640;}.Ledg7_container p {margin: 0;}.Ledg7_image {border: none;}.Ledg7_message {text-align: justify;font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif;padding: 10px 20px;color: #C0CCD7;}.Ledg7_name {text-align: center;font: 40px 'Norican', cursive;color: #DFDFDF;padding: 0;box-shadow:0 0 1em #242C33;background-color: #36424E;text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #000;}.Ledg7_quote {text-align: center;font: 15px 'Mr Defoe', cursive;color: #fff;padding: 0;}</style><center><div class="Ledg7_container1"><div class="Ledg7_container"><img class="Ledg7_image" src="https://orig00.deviantart.net/3734/f/2017/280/8/4/ledgerfinal_by_cowgirlconrad-dbpvebl.png"><p class="Ledg7_name">Ledger</p><p class="Ledg7_message">The gods <i>do</i> owe him. Misery after misery, brutal pain and crushing heartbreak. His whole life has been built on this shaky foundation. Of course they fucking owe him, they owe him something after giving him such a stained and blackened life. So he screams, yells, rips at his flesh. Can’t stop, won’t stop. Not until they hear him. Not until he <i>forces</i> someone to face him and answer for their crimes.
Suddenly an invisible force lifts him up and throws him back. It stops the claws from reaching at the gore and ragged flesh, with a cry flying back and hitting the trees behind him. It shocks him enough to instantly shift back to horse with a blink of an eye. Struggling to his feet, trying to scream again… But he can’t. His lips are sewn shut and even trying to pry his lips open results in a thin trickle of blood. There is anger in his one gold flecked eye as it constricts at the voice. The familiar voice.
So he has been heard after all.
Slowly he faces his enemy, the bane of his existence, the thief that holds his heart hostage. “Calm down” A smirk on the Dark God’s face, eyeing the little marks that keep his mouth clamped shut. The seething anger rolling out of the single eye with as much anger as he can muster. His only alternative when he can’t speak. Curved chestnut ears flick back and forth, half pinned flat to his skull but unable to keep them down for long as he entices him with those maddeningly seductive words. Confirming what he had known all along. That strange emptiness amongst the hollow of his chest cavity.
He glowers as Carnage toys with him, the barb of Ellyse burying within him and making him grit his teeth, causing more pain as they push against his sealed lips. It didn’t matter if he had given his heart to the wrong person. As if he wasn’t aware of how badly that had backfired, had slapped him in the face. Still, it was <i>his</i>. Bad choices or not, it was his to give. Not Carnage’s.
A thousand angry colorful words fly through his head as he glares at the star man, thoughts he doesn’t doubt can be heard with all his “magic”. Finally, a sigh. A thought. An offer. Of course he had not expected this task to be easy, to gain his organ back. The price to pay to regain it… It is heavy. Dark. For a moment he is hesitant. They wanted to make him into a monster, to do this…. It would make him one entirerly. But if he had his heart back, he could make amends surely. As if to press his decision, the walls of his madness begin to press in. Reminding him of the life he was living, would be stuck in.
Magnus stands at Carnage’s side. Worried, concerned. Shaking his head. “Don’t do it.” He whispers, “Is it worth that?” <b>”I don’t want to be like this.”</b> He tries to whispers back, mumbled and painful against the thin threads holding his mouth together. Regret and anguish pooling in the depths of molten gold. <i>I don’t want to feel like this anymore.</i> He cannot die, he cannot live. Something has to give. Magnus continues to protest, the glass lover screams as she plummets once more to her death, Ellyse and Dahmer spin around him, entangled in each other.
A hardness in his eye as he looks to Carnage and gives a terse short nod. <i>I’ll do it.</i> </p></div><p class="Ledg7_quote">No sleep tonight<br> I'll keep driving down these dark highway lines</p></div></center>
@[Carnage] @[Cassi]
Suddenly an invisible force lifts him up and throws him back. It stops the claws from reaching at the gore and ragged flesh, with a cry flying back and hitting the trees behind him. It shocks him enough to instantly shift back to horse with a blink of an eye. Struggling to his feet, trying to scream again… But he can’t. His lips are sewn shut and even trying to pry his lips open results in a thin trickle of blood. There is anger in his one gold flecked eye as it constricts at the voice. The familiar voice.
So he has been heard after all.
Slowly he faces his enemy, the bane of his existence, the thief that holds his heart hostage. “Calm down” A smirk on the Dark God’s face, eyeing the little marks that keep his mouth clamped shut. The seething anger rolling out of the single eye with as much anger as he can muster. His only alternative when he can’t speak. Curved chestnut ears flick back and forth, half pinned flat to his skull but unable to keep them down for long as he entices him with those maddeningly seductive words. Confirming what he had known all along. That strange emptiness amongst the hollow of his chest cavity.
He glowers as Carnage toys with him, the barb of Ellyse burying within him and making him grit his teeth, causing more pain as they push against his sealed lips. It didn’t matter if he had given his heart to the wrong person. As if he wasn’t aware of how badly that had backfired, had slapped him in the face. Still, it was <i>his</i>. Bad choices or not, it was his to give. Not Carnage’s.
A thousand angry colorful words fly through his head as he glares at the star man, thoughts he doesn’t doubt can be heard with all his “magic”. Finally, a sigh. A thought. An offer. Of course he had not expected this task to be easy, to gain his organ back. The price to pay to regain it… It is heavy. Dark. For a moment he is hesitant. They wanted to make him into a monster, to do this…. It would make him one entirerly. But if he had his heart back, he could make amends surely. As if to press his decision, the walls of his madness begin to press in. Reminding him of the life he was living, would be stuck in.
Magnus stands at Carnage’s side. Worried, concerned. Shaking his head. “Don’t do it.” He whispers, “Is it worth that?” <b>”I don’t want to be like this.”</b> He tries to whispers back, mumbled and painful against the thin threads holding his mouth together. Regret and anguish pooling in the depths of molten gold. <i>I don’t want to feel like this anymore.</i> He cannot die, he cannot live. Something has to give. Magnus continues to protest, the glass lover screams as she plummets once more to her death, Ellyse and Dahmer spin around him, entangled in each other.
A hardness in his eye as he looks to Carnage and gives a terse short nod. <i>I’ll do it.</i> </p></div><p class="Ledg7_quote">No sleep tonight<br> I'll keep driving down these dark highway lines</p></div></center>
@[Carnage] @[Cassi]