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<link href='https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Arapey' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'> <style type="text/css"> .ruinam_container { position: relative; z-index: 1; background-image: url('https://i.postimg.cc/dtD02DbC/ruinam-bg.png'); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: 0 0; background-size: 100% 100%; width: 600px; padding: 0 0 0 0; border: solid 5px #71868e; box-shadow: 0px 0px 10px 1px #000; } .ruinam_container p { margin: 0; } .ruinam_image { position: relative; z-index: 4; width: 600px; } .ruinam_text { position: relative; z-index: 6; width: 580px; background-color: #71868e; margin-bottom: -20px; margin-top: 0px; box-shadow: 0px 0px 10px 2px #3b474c; } .ruinam_message { position: relative; font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: justify; color: #242a2d; padding: 30px; line-height: 1.3em; } .ruinam_quote { text-align: center; color: #3b474c; width:50%; font: 20px 'Arapey', serif; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 4px; padding: 20px 0px; border-bottom: dotted 1px #3b474c; } .ruinam_name { position: absolute; z-index: 10; color: #98abb3; width: 100%; bottom: 10px; letter-spacing: 10px; text-align: center; font: 80px 'Arapey', serif; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 30px #000; } </style> <center> <div class="ruinam_container"> <div class="ruinam_text"> <p class="ruinam_quote">winter wonderland</p> <p class="ruinam_message">For a moment the call comes as a bitter memory, a sharp sting to the ivory man's heart, his throat sore and his eyes red as she shakes his head. His gut telling him that the memory was wrong, that the time was not right, though deep inside, Ruinam knew he still had a love for his father, no matter how much he tried to refuse to believe it, he still clung onto the feeling, keeping it locked away in his heart.
The memory of his father is sweet, a dragon-like figure among roses, gently picking them with young Ruinam, spending time with the outcast boy, the child with no magic, the reject.
The scent of a million roses floods the resort as he closes his eyes, a smile spreading across his face as he imagines his young self with his father, dancing among the roses, a million colours and scents greeting him, providing him with a lavished lifestyle with his father, it had not been long-lived, though he loved every second of it and the love he had felt for his father was immense, an unstoppable force.
Though when the stallion opens his eyes it all disappears, his head low to the ground as he walks toward the jungle. The ivory male feels conflicted, part of him wants to reunite with his father, to ask him why he had rejected him, why he had allowed the others to bully him and why he had rejected his love for him when he needed it the most, the other part wants to fade away into the jungle, leaving the memory in the back of his head.
As he walks he notices a pair of roses that had been slowly wilting in the coming month, his heart flutters as he runs toward it, picking it softly and turning toward the beach, determined to meet his father once again.
The male travels far and fast, not allowing the spark in his heart to fade until he finally meets his father, a mission now, cast upon himself to reach the beach, a single rose in hand.
Once the male arrives he places the rose on the golden sand, watching the ghost curiously as he stands there among other horses, they too must have heard the call and have been given the chance to meet their loved ones. He smiles at the thought, his eyes closed as he listens to the hum of crashing waves. </p> </div> <div class="ruinam_name">Ruinam</div> <img class="ruinam_image" src="https://i.postimg.cc/RV0WggHN/ruinam.png"> </div> </center> Hi
The memory of his father is sweet, a dragon-like figure among roses, gently picking them with young Ruinam, spending time with the outcast boy, the child with no magic, the reject.
The scent of a million roses floods the resort as he closes his eyes, a smile spreading across his face as he imagines his young self with his father, dancing among the roses, a million colours and scents greeting him, providing him with a lavished lifestyle with his father, it had not been long-lived, though he loved every second of it and the love he had felt for his father was immense, an unstoppable force.
Though when the stallion opens his eyes it all disappears, his head low to the ground as he walks toward the jungle. The ivory male feels conflicted, part of him wants to reunite with his father, to ask him why he had rejected him, why he had allowed the others to bully him and why he had rejected his love for him when he needed it the most, the other part wants to fade away into the jungle, leaving the memory in the back of his head.
As he walks he notices a pair of roses that had been slowly wilting in the coming month, his heart flutters as he runs toward it, picking it softly and turning toward the beach, determined to meet his father once again.
The male travels far and fast, not allowing the spark in his heart to fade until he finally meets his father, a mission now, cast upon himself to reach the beach, a single rose in hand.
Once the male arrives he places the rose on the golden sand, watching the ghost curiously as he stands there among other horses, they too must have heard the call and have been given the chance to meet their loved ones. He smiles at the thought, his eyes closed as he listens to the hum of crashing waves. </p> </div> <div class="ruinam_name">Ruinam</div> <img class="ruinam_image" src="https://i.postimg.cc/RV0WggHN/ruinam.png"> </div> </center> Hi
