07-26-2019, 02:53 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-29-2019, 04:00 PM by Wysteria Fairy.)
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<div style="transform:rotate(35deg);margin:-20px -200px 0px 350px;font:36px cinzel decorative, sans serif;">V u l g a r i S</div>
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How strange, to feel the years catching up with him so suddenly.
He smiles despite the growing cold. Perhaps the pain of age makes him feel less like an outsider.
Vulgaris stumbles when a rock dislodges beneath his chipped hoof and he sucks in a fearful breath before a short, nervous laugh leaves him. It echoes across the mountain and the empty air around it. He knows death is not so grim as it seems and yet he still fears it. After a short pause to regain his composure, he carries on with his journey to the peak.
The wind grows harsh and the sun drifts lazily closer to the horizon when snow begins to cover the ground. The dying day’s light turns everything a shade of gold that he thinks he rather likes. Soon it will be red like Leliana and several of their brood, a thought that makes his heart flutter happily against his ribs. How strange to still feel butterflies even after the years have tried to dismantle their love. But they rise stronger each time, he thinks proudly as he takes another step toward the peak. The gray stallion finally stops near a large boulder that he thinks is vaguely familiar, catching his breath while the wind tangles the long locks of his mane.
“<I>I know you did not find me worthy last time, but I intend to return until you do,</i>” he says as he lifts his chin to the open sky above him. “<I>My wife has asked me to live, and I will live a thousand lives for her and my family. But I want to keep them safe too.</i>”
His ears swivel back and rest against his head in the hopes of finding warmth there. Tiny puffs of crisp white air mark his every breath as he waits patiently for some reply.</div>
<div style="font:10px cinzel Decorative;text-align:center;">In this shook-up, twisted world, I'm gradually growing transparent and vanishing
Don’t look for me; don't look at me</div></div>
@[Officials]
Vul is back to quest for phoenix shifting. He died and Leli found him in the afterlife, where she asked him to stop swearing he'd lay down his life for her and live instead. So now he wants to live countless lifetimes at her side but he also wants the strength to protect his family since he's done so much to harm hem.
http://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=24003
http://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=23877
http://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=23809
<div style="margin:auto;width:610px;background:linear-gradient(to bottom, rgba(125,127,114,0)200px, rgba(125,127,114,1)450px), url('https://i.postimg.cc/J05CwsDq/large.jpg')top no-repeat;background-size:650px auto;padding:400px 20px 0px 20px;border:1px solid #000;color:#000;">
<div style="transform:rotate(35deg);margin:-20px -200px 0px 350px;font:36px cinzel decorative, sans serif;">V u l g a r i S</div>
<div style="border:3px double #000;border-radius:35%/35px;border-right:0px;border-left:0px;padding:20px 10px;font:16px crimson text;background:rgba(0,0,0,.1);">With the birth of the newest twins, the fire within him burns a little brighter than it did before. That need to protect and watch over them coils around his heart until he cannot sleep at night. Leliana tries to kiss his face and reassure him that he is strong enough, but the former serpent knows he will someday die. His body is a fragile thing without its healing and he is reminded of this as he begins his ascent up the mountain once more. Age makes his joints ache where before his body would simply repair all the tiny injuries of time.
How strange, to feel the years catching up with him so suddenly.
He smiles despite the growing cold. Perhaps the pain of age makes him feel less like an outsider.
Vulgaris stumbles when a rock dislodges beneath his chipped hoof and he sucks in a fearful breath before a short, nervous laugh leaves him. It echoes across the mountain and the empty air around it. He knows death is not so grim as it seems and yet he still fears it. After a short pause to regain his composure, he carries on with his journey to the peak.
The wind grows harsh and the sun drifts lazily closer to the horizon when snow begins to cover the ground. The dying day’s light turns everything a shade of gold that he thinks he rather likes. Soon it will be red like Leliana and several of their brood, a thought that makes his heart flutter happily against his ribs. How strange to still feel butterflies even after the years have tried to dismantle their love. But they rise stronger each time, he thinks proudly as he takes another step toward the peak. The gray stallion finally stops near a large boulder that he thinks is vaguely familiar, catching his breath while the wind tangles the long locks of his mane.
“<I>I know you did not find me worthy last time, but I intend to return until you do,</i>” he says as he lifts his chin to the open sky above him. “<I>My wife has asked me to live, and I will live a thousand lives for her and my family. But I want to keep them safe too.</i>”
His ears swivel back and rest against his head in the hopes of finding warmth there. Tiny puffs of crisp white air mark his every breath as he waits patiently for some reply.</div>
<div style="font:10px cinzel Decorative;text-align:center;">In this shook-up, twisted world, I'm gradually growing transparent and vanishing
Don’t look for me; don't look at me</div></div>
@[Officials]
Vul is back to quest for phoenix shifting. He died and Leli found him in the afterlife, where she asked him to stop swearing he'd lay down his life for her and live instead. So now he wants to live countless lifetimes at her side but he also wants the strength to protect his family since he's done so much to harm hem.
http://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=24003
http://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=23877
http://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=23809
