let your guard DOWN;;

[Artemeir Moore]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=style, background: #e7e8e8; margin: 0px;] [style= font-family: times; font-size: 35pt; line-height: 33px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -10px; color: #245C68;] ARTEMEIR[/style] [style= background-color: #e7e8e8; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; margin-top: -20px; z index: 1; position: relative; color: #746d6d; margin-bottom: 26px;]DO NOT FEAR THE DARKNESS[/style] [style= background-color: #e7e8e8; height: 100px; text-align: center; width: 425px;] [/style] [style= margin-top: -127px; margin-bottom: 103px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; color: #746d6d; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #dedfdf; border-top: #516A95 solid 1px; border-bottom: #516A95 solid 1px;]FOR LIGHT SHALL PREVAIL[/style] [style= font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; color: #746d6d; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #dedfdf; border-top: #516A95 solid 1px; border-bottom: #516A95 solid 1px;]LONG LIVE THE KING[/style] [style= overflow: auto; width: 400px; background-color: #dedfdf; color: #746d6d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; border-left: #746d6d solid 3px; margin-bottom: 2px;]It was so peaceful. So serene. The still ponds in the caverns shone like mirrors set in the stone, the blue water reflecting off the pale rocks and causing the caves to shine a turquoise blue. The air was damp and warm, a calming silence echoing cave, accompanied only by the soft trickle of water and the quiet whistle of wind. It was hypnotic. Artemeir would have lost himself in the tranquil environment if not for the sound of a soft snort behind him, a quiet reminder that he was not there alone. He turned slowly to glance at the wyvern behind him, frowning slightly as his eyelids drooped over his gaze. You're letting your guard down.

[/i] The stern warning was followed by another, much angrier snort from the beast, slitted eyes narrowing as its tail swatted slowly to one side. I know,[/i] was Artemeir's lax response, further irritating the monster. Baddon snapped his jaws with a sharp clap to make his disapproval of such an attitude clear, resting its wings on the floor of the cave as it leaned down to crouch close to the floor, frigid glare remaining locked on Artemeir. It was rather unusual for Arte to be so relaxed, especially when outside his kingdom, but he needed a break. And badly. Just some time to get away from everything and unwind. Why are we here? Finally, Baddon asked the question that had been bothering him the entire way to the caves. To let our guards down.[/i][/color] Artemeir smirked.

A low growl and a heavy step, Baddon stepped forward to stand beside his rider, unamused. I do not think-[/i] Artemeir's weak smile and worn expression was enough to make the wyvern stop midsentence. He understood. With an exasperated sigh the beast shook its head, glaring away. Artemeir had been pushing himself, and he'd been struggling. If he kept worrying so much and over working himself, he'd burn out eventually. Give me some time alone.[/i][/color] Baddon watched Artemeir for a second, who allowed his smile to fall as he looked away from him, glancing back at the reflective waters. "Hnn..." A thoughtful hum came from the creature's jaws as it allowed its focus to linger on Artemeir a moment longer. Without a word, the dragon stepped forward again, brushing against Artemeir lightly as it turned to walk by him and head out the way they had came. I'll be out soon,[/i][/color] Arte assured him, listening quietly as Baddon's steps carried him off.

Without the wyvern looming over his shoulder, he instantly felt comfortable again. He walked up to the edge of one of the pools, staring into his reflection, thinking. Curious, he knelt down, resting one arm across his knee as he dipped a hand into the water, testing it. The heat of the liquid nearly sent a shiver down his spine, the skin on his forearm flushing at the sudden change in temperature. Coming back to stand, he frowned. A dip would be sure to clear his mind, untangle his thoughts. And the clean water looked so inviting... he hadn't heard anyone else in the caves, and it was late enough anyone there would most likely have set up camp and gone to sleep.

Satisfied with this reasoning he stepped back, unhooking the belt from his waist and letting both it and his sword and sheath clatter to the ground. Leaning down he untied his boots and set them aside. Before long, every scrap of cloth he had worn was pooled around his feet, and with a hesitant step, he placed his foot into the water, bristling at the intensity of the heat. As he eased into it his face flushed, the water rippling around him as he sank down into it slowly, flinching every few inches. While the water was far from scalding, it was certainly a change from the breezy night air. The warmth in the cavern didn't quite compare to that of the water. With a shiver he finally relaxed, settling in the water and leaning back against the rocks. A hand dipped back under its surface to bring the hot water up to his chest, brushing it up along his collarbone and around to the back of his neck as he hung his head, eyelids drooping. With a content sigh he finally shut his eyes, propping his elbows up on the rock behind him and allowing himself to fully relax.[/style][/center] [style= font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; color: #746d6d; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #dedfdf; border-top: #516A95 solid 1px; border-bottom: #516A95 solid 1px; margin-bottom: 3px;] WORDS • enough | TAG • cyrus? | NOTES • you're not going to behave, are you?
CREDIT • MADE BY RAVENAL OF OTE. [/style][/td][/tr][/table][style= background-color: #746d6d; height: 5px; width: 446px; margin-top: -2px;] [/style][style= background-color: #333333; height: 5px; width: 446px; margin-bottom: 0px;] [/style][/center]

[Cyrus Moore]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-color: #0D0D0D; padding: 25px; padding-bottom: 40px!important; text-align: center; border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px, bTable] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k180/HawkfrostA/530203-2.jpg); border-top-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 50px; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k180/HawkfrostA/530203-2.jpg); height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k180/HawkfrostA/530203-2.jpg); height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k180/HawkfrostA/530203-2.jpg); border-top-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 50px; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=color: #EBEBEB; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: justify; width: 405px; margin-top: -3px; background-color: #333333; border-left: 10px solid #0A2436;]Feels like a kick in the teeth, I can take it.Throw your stones and you won't see me break it.Say what you want, take your shots.You're setting me free with one more kick in the teeth[/style] [STYLE=border-bottom: 10px solid #0A2436; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 30px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; line-height: 11px; text-align: right; width: 403px; margin-top: -16px; padding-right: 12px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;] IN CHARACTER ✗ [/style] [STYLE=border-left: 10px solid #0A2436; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; width: 405px; background-color: #333333;] Cyrus was without Wulf for once. Wulf was waiting at the cavern's entrance, he had walked in through one of the far sided caves and crossed into the middle one's through a connecting cavern. Wulf didn't like small places, so usually he stayed out of confined areas. Cyrus was smart enough that he knew when to choose his battles, without his Beast to back him up he would rarely fight someone, unless they were Beastless too. Cyrus was dragging his fingers along the rough stone of the cave's walls. Almost enjoying the numbing and slightly painful burn of it against his fingertips. His eyes slit at the sound of dripping water, it was hypnotizing him. The steady drip...drip, caused his mind to wander and his muscles to relax. His eyes began to flit from stone to stone, taking in the stalactites and stalagmites. Their strange shapes molded into the beauty only earth could create. He was coming into a new chamber where the air was heated and thick. The humidity in the atmosphere caused him to swallow slightly. He removed his jacket to lessen the heat and leaned against the cave wall. The sudden sound of splashing water came to his ears. He almost didn't notice it, it sounded so much like the dripping that he almost wrote it off as that. But then his amber gaze lifted and fell upon a figure he should have recognized right off the bat. But he only saw the back so it was permissible that his primal brain engage and merely enjoy the sight. The soft white skin, the way the beads of waters streaked down such... familiar looking muscles, he enjoyed it all. That is until the figure sighed in that oh too noticeable way and suddenly he remembered. The obvious lust that had built in his system was confused; very, very confused. Cyrus swallowed hard and looked at the man again, the man who was so far away from him and not just physically. Artemeir, Cyrus thought. He inhaled sharply, the sound filling the cavernous space around them. And since obviously he couldn't just leave after making himself so obviously well known by that sound, Cyrus straightened away from the wall. It wasn't like him to run away from things anyway. He walked toward Arte, the brother he used to know so well, but stopped several yards away, as if there were a force field surrounding the purple haired man. "Hello brother," his voice was husky, like it would be after he had just woken up, his eyes darkened by his blown pupils. The lust was slowly going away, but it was hard not to see his brother as a stranger anymore. It had been so long since he had seen him, even in a fight. What should he do now? His scimitars were within reach, but he wanted to... his gaze flicked down the side of Arte's body. [/style] [STYLE=border-bottom: 10px solid #0A2436; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 30px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; line-height: 11px; text-align: right; width: 403px; margin-top: -16px; padding-right: 12px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;] OUT OF CHARACTER ✗ [/style] [STYLE=border-left: 10px solid #0A2436; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; width: 405px; background-color: #333333;] ✗ WORDS: 500 ✗ LYRICS: kick in the teeth{ papa roach } ✗ COMMENTS: Holy shit brother issues XD ✗ SONG: N/A ✗ MUSE: MUSEILICIOUS[/style] [STYLE=color: #EBEBEB; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -20px;]template by darkee of btn.[/style]

[Artemeir Moore]

[style= background-color: #333333; height: 5px; width: 446px; margin-bottom: 0px;] [/style][style= background-color: #746d6d; height: 5px; width: 446px; margin-bottom: -2px;] [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=style, background: #e7e8e8; margin: 0px;] [style= font-family: times; font-size: 35pt; line-height: 33px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -10px; color: #245C68;] ARTEMEIR[/style] [style= background-color: #e7e8e8; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; margin-top: -20px; z index: 1; position: relative; color: #746d6d; margin-bottom: 26px;]DO NOT FEAR THE DARKNESS[/style] [style= background-color: #e7e8e8; height: 100px; text-align: center; width: 425px;] [/style] [style= margin-top: -127px; margin-bottom: 103px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; color: #746d6d; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #dedfdf; border-top: #516A95 solid 1px; border-bottom: #516A95 solid 1px;]FOR LIGHT SHALL PREVAIL[/style] [style= font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; color: #746d6d; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #dedfdf; border-top: #516A95 solid 1px; border-bottom: #516A95 solid 1px;]LONG LIVE THE KING[/style] [style= overflow: auto; width: 400px; background-color: #dedfdf; color: #746d6d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; border-left: #746d6d solid 3px; margin-bottom: 2px;]That sound. The once relaxed muscles coiled and tensed under his skin, brows slanting over his eyes as they narrowed dangerously. Someone else was there after all? He figured Baddon would have caught onto their scent. His hand moved slowly to reach for his weapon as his gaze shifted to the source of the sound. Soon as his eyes settled on his brother however, he froze, harsh expression shattering. This was impossible. His brother couldn't be here, why would he be? Artemeir didn't know whether to be happy to see him or terrified. He sat still, frowning slightly, watching his brother expectantly as he approached him. He would allow his brother the first move, this time. Trying to steer this meeting in any direction would likely result in a fight. "Hello brother." Cyrus' voice rang in his ears, and his eyes widened slightly at the unusual tone. It was deep, husky... it certainly wasn't what Artemeir had expected. The hand reaching for his weapon pulled back, despite the fact his brother was clearly armed. "Cyrus,"

[/color] he murmured lowly in response, only then taking notice of the darkness in his twin's eyes. It hit him suddenly, his brother had caught him in a most... vulnerable position. The younger twin's cheeks burned pink as he glanced down at the messy pile of clothes on the floor before casting his gaze aside. "What... timing. You have."[/color] A hand came up from out of the water to stroke its fingers through his hair. With a soft splash it landed back into the pool, and he turned his body halfway to better look back at his sibling. His blue eyes centered on the hilt of his scimitar before slowly traveling up along his body, coming to meet with his red gaze. He half wanted to open his mouth and say something smart, but at the same time it seemed like talking would only make time pass more quickly. It had been a long time since he'd last seen his brother. He just wished that their last encounter had been a less violent one. [/style][/center] [style= font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; color: #746d6d; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #dedfdf; border-top: #516A95 solid 1px; border-bottom: #516A95 solid 1px; margin-bottom: 3px;] WORDS • enough | TAG • cyrus? | NOTES • ---
CREDIT • MADE BY RAVENAL OF OTE. [/style][/td][/tr][/table][style= background-color: #746d6d; height: 5px; width: 446px; margin-top: -2px;] [/style][style= background-color: #333333; height: 5px; width: 446px; margin-bottom: 0px;] [/style][/center]

[Cyrus Moore]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-color: #0D0D0D; padding: 25px; padding-bottom: 40px!important; text-align: center; border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px, bTable] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k180/HawkfrostA/530203-2.jpg); border-top-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 50px; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k180/HawkfrostA/530203-2.jpg); height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k180/HawkfrostA/530203-2.jpg); height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k180/HawkfrostA/530203-2.jpg); border-top-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 50px; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=color: #EBEBEB; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: justify; width: 405px; margin-top: -3px; background-color: #333333; border-left: 10px solid #0A2436;]Feels like a kick in the teeth, I can take it.Throw your stones and you won't see me break it.Say what you want, take your shots.You're setting me free with one more kick in the teeth[/style] [STYLE=border-bottom: 10px solid #0A2436; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 30px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; line-height: 11px; text-align: right; width: 403px; margin-top: -16px; padding-right: 12px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;] IN CHARACTER ✗ [/style] [STYLE=border-left: 10px solid #0A2436; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; width: 405px; background-color: #333333;] It truly had been too long since he had last been able to speak, actually speak, to his brother. Not just fight him. The rage he felt was still there, waiting under the lust, confusion, and somewhat lost love. HE was mad at his brother, he wanted him to feel the pain Cyrus had felt when he had been kicked out of his home. Arte had done nothing to stop it, though Cyrus knew in some part of him that his brother wouldn't have been able to do anything about it. He was too young at the time, and the Elders were acting in the King's stead. Still Cyrus could not erase the rage he felt toward, not just his brother but the entire Light Elf kingdom. Perhaps it was more than just the circumstances showing through, perhaps it was also the spell that had turned him into a Dark Elf and now ran rampant through his mind. The spell that had twisted his already dark thoughts into his whole being. He rarely had pure thoughts anymore. Sins were the way of the Dark Elves. Anyone who switched over from the Light Elves to the Dark should know they were giving up pureness in favor for a more dark yet almost freer life. Yet Cyrus couldn't help but wish sometimes he was back in his youth days. His eyes trained in upon the hand that carded through the younger twin's purple hair. Then his amber gaze fixed upon the pink cheeks of his brother. He was blushing. Gods, what that face would look flushed with him spread out.... Cyrus immediately stamped that train of thought out. What was wrong with him? His body burned with desire that was so dark and deadly that Cyrus shouldn't even have thought of it. He licked his lips like a predatory animal about to snack on something quite delicious when his eyes fixed upon Arte's gaze. The gaze of the Dark Elf seemed to bore through the space between them, making it seem as if there were sparks flying from that very look. He bit his lower lip, worrying it between his teeth as he heard his name fall from the mouth of his brother. Amazing, how one such word he heard everyday, would just make him shudder because he hadn't heard it used by that voice in so long. How long had it been since he had last talked to his brother. He had seen him in the battlefield, but never approached since that day. It was too dangerous. But danger is what he lived for, wasn't it? Swallowing slowly he said with a shaky smirk, "I do believe I have perfect timing. Otherwise we wouldn't be able to talk. You are looking... well brother. If somewhat tired?" The last part was a question though it didn't need to be, he knew his twin was tired, Arte looked worn. "It feels... odd talking to you without my swords drawn." He swallowed again, he took another step, unconsciously, toward his brother. Dropping his coat on the ground behind him.[/style] [STYLE=border-bottom: 10px solid #0A2436; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 30px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; line-height: 11px; text-align: right; width: 403px; margin-top: -16px; padding-right: 12px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;] OUT OF CHARACTER ✗ [/style] [STYLE=border-left: 10px solid #0A2436; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; width: 405px; background-color: #333333;] ✗ WORDS: 520 ✗ LYRICS: kick in the teeth{ papa roach } ✗ COMMENTS: Wow and I thought I had no muse 83 ✗ SONG: N/A ✗ MUSE: AMAZING FFFF[/style] [STYLE=color: #EBEBEB; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -20px;]template by darkee of btn.[/style]

[Artemeir Moore]

[style= background-color: #333333; height: 5px; width: 446px; margin-bottom: 0px;] [/style][style= background-color: #746d6d; height: 5px; width: 446px; margin-bottom: -2px;] [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=style, background: #e7e8e8; margin: 0px;] [style= font-family: times; font-size: 35pt; line-height: 33px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -10px; color: #245C68;] ARTEMEIR[/style] [style= background-color: #e7e8e8; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; margin-top: -20px; z index: 1; position: relative; color: #746d6d; margin-bottom: 26px;]DO NOT FEAR THE DARKNESS[/style] [style= background-color: #e7e8e8; height: 100px; text-align: center; width: 425px;] [/style] [style= margin-top: -127px; margin-bottom: 103px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; color: #746d6d; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #dedfdf; border-top: #516A95 solid 1px; border-bottom: #516A95 solid 1px;]FOR LIGHT SHALL PREVAIL[/style] [style= font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; color: #746d6d; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #dedfdf; border-top: #516A95 solid 1px; border-bottom: #516A95 solid 1px;]LONG LIVE THE KING[/style] [style= overflow: auto; width: 400px; background-color: #dedfdf; color: #746d6d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; border-left: #746d6d solid 3px; margin-bottom: 2px;]Cyrus' mind was wandering. Artemeir could see it. His thoughts were somewhere else completely, and he had to wonder just where they'd drifted off to. His twin seemed to be watching him closely, his eyes were following his slightest movements. He wished he wouldn't look so closely, it was embarrassing enough being caught naked. Cyrus didn't have to make it worse by examining him. Artemeir was quickly becoming self conscious, but he managed to force down his blushing. Somehow. The air swirling around them seemed to get thicker. There was something heavy about the fog settling in, and it left Artemeir feeling rather uncomfortable. It didn't help that his brother's fiery gaze had locked with his own cool eyes, zeroing in with an almost terrifying intensity. He caught the pink of his tongue slipping across his brother's lips and frowned. Cyrus looked almost as if he intended to devour him. He was tempted to call out his name, hoping to snap him out of it, but his breath caught in his throat and he remained silent, holding his air in his lungs. All he could do was wait and see what happened. The apple of his brother's throat bobbed, it didn't escape his notice. He was just as uncertain as Artemeir was, and in a way that put him at ease. To know that he was actually considering not fighting, something was holding him back from launching at him and trying to finish him off while he was nearly defenseless. The smirk that tugged at his brother's lips was uncharacteristically weak. Arte narrowed his eyes at this. What was his brother hiding? "I do believe I have perfect timing." Artemeir turned further to face Cyrus, brows drawn in confusion. "Otherwise we wouldn't be able to talk." Understanding, his brows unknit themselves, and slowly he turned back to face the wall with a calm, casual shrug of his shoulders. Didn't Cyrus understand that Artemeir didn't want to fight? Not now, and not before. This was Cyrus' war. Not Artemeir's. His brother was more battling himself than anyone else. "You are looking... well brother. If somewhat tired?" Resting his elbows against the rocks he bowed his head and smirked, giving a dark chuckle. Of course he would be tired. "It's that obvious is it?" He sighed deeply, staring blankly into the water, eyes only half open. "It feels... odd talking to you without my swords drawn." "Hmm..."

[/color] Arte gave a low hum, smiling slightly at this. Cyrus really didn't want to draw his swords did he? At the muffled sound of his jacket hitting the cavern floor he turned his head to glance back at his twin from the corner of his eye. "What?"[/color] A slight smile, the most genuine he'd given in years it felt like, spread across his lips. "Going to join me?" Artemeir would gladly welcome the company. To see his brother toss his weapons aside and leave himself in just as defenseless a position. Wouldn't that be something? It almost. Almost. Seemed like a trap. The idea certainly lingered there in his mind. But if it was, he'd be more than happy to fall for it, if only to see his brother pretend to be able to stand his company for a short moment.

"Hmph."[/color] He'd play the fool for today. Shutting his eyes his smile brightened a bit. "You look as if you're doing rather well yourself..."[/color] His eyes opened to glance down at the water again as he paused, considering keeping his next words to himself. "It's good to see you again."[/color][/style][/center] [style= font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; color: #746d6d; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #dedfdf; border-top: #516A95 solid 1px; border-bottom: #516A95 solid 1px; margin-bottom: 3px;] WORDS • enough | TAG • cyrus | NOTES • ---
CREDIT • MADE BY RAVENAL OF OTE. [/style][/td][/tr][/table][style= background-color: #746d6d; height: 5px; width: 446px; margin-top: -2px;] [/style][style= background-color: #333333; height: 5px; width: 446px; margin-bottom: 0px;] [/style][/center]

[Cyrus Moore]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-color: #0D0D0D; padding: 25px; padding-bottom: 40px!important; text-align: center; border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px, bTable] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k180/HawkfrostA/530203-2.jpg); border-top-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 50px; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k180/HawkfrostA/530203-2.jpg); height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k180/HawkfrostA/530203-2.jpg); height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k180/HawkfrostA/530203-2.jpg); border-top-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 50px; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=color: #EBEBEB; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: justify; width: 405px; margin-top: -3px; background-color: #333333; border-left: 10px solid #0A2436;]Feels like a kick in the teeth, I can take it.Throw your stones and you won't see me break it.Say what you want, take your shots.You're setting me free with one more kick in the teeth[/style] [STYLE=border-bottom: 10px solid #0A2436; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 30px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; line-height: 11px; text-align: right; width: 403px; margin-top: -16px; padding-right: 12px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;] IN CHARACTER ✗ [/style] [STYLE=border-left: 10px solid #0A2436; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; width: 405px; background-color: #333333;] A hard swallow, a shiver down his spine, he couldn't control the dark thoughts that ran rampant through his mind. The spell that had been cast on him was strong today, controlling his desires with it's dark pulses. The thought of joining his brother in the water was supposed to be innocent, Cyrus could tell by the happy smile on Arte's face. But of course Cyrus's twisted mind couldn't think that way. He had enough control not to act on it though. He tried to focus his gaze elsewhere, on a stalactite just behind his younger twin. "I- I don't think that would be smart," his heart was in his throat, skipping to beat at a ridiculous rate. While the dark words whispered to him to shed his clothes and show his little brother what a man Cyrus had become. They hadn’t truly talked since they were teenagers. Frustration was building beneath his skin, making it itch and the desire to take his sword to it, to peel it off was all too appealing. Though he thought that might make him look rather mad, not that he wasn’t, he just didn’t want to scare off Artemeir. His body had almost started to vibrate with the tension he was holding within. Slight tremors were causing his hands to shake but that was all that was noticeable. Was it good to see him? Cyrus doubted his brother would be saying that if he knew what Cyrus was thinking. “I’m glad you are happy to see me, Artemeir,” he used the formality to distance himself from the temptation. Was he happy to see his brother? Cyrus didn’t know. Half of him was, more for the reason of just lust. There was a genuine happiness there. But there was also the other half that was just enraged and irritated by the mere sight of his brother. Not necessarily because of anything Arte did, but because of the memories he brought forth. “Why are you so tired? Kingly duties to much for you?” his comment came out as snide remark. But, even though he regretted it, he didn’t apologize. Cyrus never apologized, though his eyes did have a softer tone to them. The itching was driving him up the wall, his nails unconsciously dug into his skin on the back of his hand, clawing open a shallow gash where blood welled. He didn’t seem to realize though and continued to scratch at it. Though the scratching was lighter now and less fevered. [/style] [STYLE=border-bottom: 10px solid #0A2436; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 30px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; line-height: 11px; text-align: right; width: 403px; margin-top: -16px; padding-right: 12px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;] OUT OF CHARACTER ✗ [/style] [STYLE=border-left: 10px solid #0A2436; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; width: 405px; background-color: #333333;] ✗ WORDS: 420 ✗ LYRICS: kick in the teeth{ papa roach } ✗ COMMENTS: Getting back in the rhythm ✗ SONG: Gravity- Sarah Bareilles ✗ MUSE: Pretty Good ^^[/style] [STYLE=color: #EBEBEB; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -20px;]template by darkee of btn.[/style]