Post by Iris Crest on May 15, 2012 19:14:17 GMT -5
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[atrb=style, background-color: #221D36;][STYLE=border: 4px solid #564E77; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 10px;] [/style] [STYLE=border: 4px solid #564E77; height: 70px; width: 70px; margin-left: 125px; margin-top: -108px;][/style][STYLE=margin-top: -12px; margin-left: 125px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 24px; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-right: 8px; text-align: center; color: #DAD6E8; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px #564E77;]YOU'LL BE THE LAST TO KNOW[/style] [STYLE=margin-right: 10px; margin-left: 213px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #DAD6E8; padding: 10px; color: #0A090F; margin-top: -120px; opacity: 0.8; border-radius: 10px; height: 52px; overflow: auto;]I R I S C R E S T Words: 642 Tagged: Anyone[/style] [STYLE=margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #DAD6E8; padding: 17px; color: #0A090F; margin-top: 27px; margin-bottom: 2px; opacity: 0.8; border-radius: 20px;]"Pierce! Piiiiiiiiiiiierce! Found it! Iris found it! The Light City, a place created upon hopes and dreams of the bright future, that shines upon a base of betrayal and broken promises. It had been nine years since that faithful day, and the tenth nearing within months. Though the people were still as active as ever, the walls built in such a promotion of defense and protection, and the melody the pastel-lit hues over the City, it's markets, and villages. Iris didn't know much at first, other than distorted words being showered over the Light Elves about some outbreak, and that the King had been killed. There had been a rumor of the younger child of the King had done such a merciless act, and while others say he was forced. But in either case, the people were distraught. It was not until a month afterwards, that Iris remembered the day like the back of her hand. Tainted skinned people had raided the City, and out of the many, the Crest residence was a target. Bashing in with their guided elements and spells, along with terrifying looking beast, they had one objective- slaughter. She was most definitely a mothers' child. Iris's mother was not only her breath of life, but her friend, companion, shield, and sword. Nothing could get between the two. That is, until the fate of a clawed hand with lightning brushed against the fingertips dug into her mothers' stomach, destroying her very existence from the inside, out. While that hadn't been devastating enough, Iris had taken witness to a similar act of murder and relentless action five years later, when she had lost her father. Since then- this house had never been the same. Lavender spewed walls drenched down from the popcorn ceiling, while chandeliers hung high above the living room staircase. Spiraling down like an endless fall, two chairs on each side of the staircase sat, covered in a blacken velvet leather. At the top of the stairs stood Iris, the chocolate-silk hair looming in her face, as it fell down to the back of her knee-caps. In hand, was a fairly large ribbon, highlighted in orchid tones. Matching eyes set upon in comparison to the ones below, the smaller Dragon breed sitting in the center of the room as she quenched up, terrified of any possibility in harming the residence. Surely Pierce had been a smaller breed of her brethren, but the house was never met for Dragons in the first place. Iris... are you sure I'm allowed in here? It's a bit tight... |
"Iris told you! You're fine!" the young one cried out, brighten smile caressing her pale cheeks. In glee, Iris began to follow down the staircase, ribbon bouncing within her grasp as her intentions were obvious to that of a blind man.
Knock. Knock.
"Eh? Iris didn't invite company?" Confused, Iris ran over to the door, causing the Dragon to twist in a non-agile like manner, her back previously to the door and now at the spite of curiosity as her master questioned the approach. "Helloooo? Who's out there? State your purpose!" the teen snarled out, sore belief that she was taking the moment seriously. However, from any other angle, it didn't sound like a threat at all, but a childs play, with a comedic edge.[/style][STYLE=text-align: center; color: #DAD6E8; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; opacity: 0.8;]made by kiwii at btn![/style][/td][/tr][tr][td][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
