02-08-2020, 06:56 PM
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XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#00767676', endColorstr='#cc4c4c4c',GradientType=0 );}.carnage_message{position:relative;z-index:10;width:400px;background:rgba(76,76,76,0.8);text-align:justify;padding:15px;color:#CCDDE6;}.carnage_quote{position:relative;z-index:15;text-align:center;top:-20px;font:18px 'Alegreya SC', serif;color:#B34747;text-shadow:1px 1px 4px #441211;}.carnage_name{position:relative;z-index:15;padding-top:10px;text-align:center;font:28px 'Alegreya SC', serif;color:#B34747;text-shadow:1px 1px 4px #441211;}</style><center><div class="carnage_container"><img src="https://i.postimg.cc/85yyTfqG/can-rage.jpg"><div class="carnage_gradient"></div><div class="carnage_message"><p class="carnage_quote">lord, I fashion dark gods too;</p>
He returns determined.
He had stormed away, after his initial misstep, knowing that he might act irrationally, might destroy her beyond any recognition were he left alone with it too long. He is calmer, now, breathing evenly even if there is a set to his jaw. He is used to solving many problems without magic – he knows how to fight, to hurt and kill and survive without ever touching the bottomless wells within him, but he is used to it always being there, as a backup. When it fails him, he doesn’t know what to do. All the skill in the world cannot raise the dead. How was he to know that his own (admittedly rash) decision would lead to this?
But he has thought on the matter, stewed on it. He has more things to try. He will rebuild her from atoms, if he must. But before he tries anything, he slips back into her once more –
And sees Gail staring back at him, smiling.
He chokes down a roar, and before he can do anything else, Ryatah stirs, and her eyes open. Quickly, he heals her wounds, and the magic takes this time, and soon she looks unscathed.
“Welcome back,” he says, portraying calm once more, as if this had been part of some plan, “what did she want?”
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@[Ryatah]
XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#00767676', endColorstr='#cc4c4c4c',GradientType=0 );}.carnage_message{position:relative;z-index:10;width:400px;background:rgba(76,76,76,0.8);text-align:justify;padding:15px;color:#CCDDE6;}.carnage_quote{position:relative;z-index:15;text-align:center;top:-20px;font:18px 'Alegreya SC', serif;color:#B34747;text-shadow:1px 1px 4px #441211;}.carnage_name{position:relative;z-index:15;padding-top:10px;text-align:center;font:28px 'Alegreya SC', serif;color:#B34747;text-shadow:1px 1px 4px #441211;}</style><center><div class="carnage_container"><img src="https://i.postimg.cc/85yyTfqG/can-rage.jpg"><div class="carnage_gradient"></div><div class="carnage_message"><p class="carnage_quote">lord, I fashion dark gods too;</p>He returns determined.
He had stormed away, after his initial misstep, knowing that he might act irrationally, might destroy her beyond any recognition were he left alone with it too long. He is calmer, now, breathing evenly even if there is a set to his jaw. He is used to solving many problems without magic – he knows how to fight, to hurt and kill and survive without ever touching the bottomless wells within him, but he is used to it always being there, as a backup. When it fails him, he doesn’t know what to do. All the skill in the world cannot raise the dead. How was he to know that his own (admittedly rash) decision would lead to this?
But he has thought on the matter, stewed on it. He has more things to try. He will rebuild her from atoms, if he must. But before he tries anything, he slips back into her once more –
And sees Gail staring back at him, smiling.
He chokes down a roar, and before he can do anything else, Ryatah stirs, and her eyes open. Quickly, he heals her wounds, and the magic takes this time, and soon she looks unscathed.
“Welcome back,” he says, portraying calm once more, as if this had been part of some plan, “what did she want?”
<p class="carnage_name">c a r n a g e</p></div></div></center>
@[Ryatah]