Post by aevon on Mar 26, 2012 10:00:57 GMT 10
[newclass=test]border: 10px solid #BFBF00; width: 450px; background-color: #F0FFFF; padding: 40px 5px 40px 5px;[/newclass]
[classy=test]
Aevon had started in the Loner Lands near Icicle Cliffs. He had leapt off the highest point, and waited until dangerously close to death before he had spread his wings to level off. It was a nice rush of adrenaline, and listening to the music his wings sounded after that rush made him feel absolutely invincible. The music made any wolf feel as if they had gotten their heart's desire, though they not necessarily knew what that was, nor necessarily realized that it was or wasn't true. They just felt like the happiest one in the world; as if they could do anything. It was very addicting to him, and probably would be to anyone else that felt it. He soared around the territories, not really aiming for any one place. He thought about many things, but usually things revolving his father. He had inherited his father's hate for Demon Pack. Or, at the very least, some of the wolves in it. That reminded him. Had he checked the Demon Territory yet?
He realized he hadn't, really, but he decided he wouldn't that day. Scan, perhaps, but not really spy. He veered toward Demon Pack lands, looking around. most of them seemed to be at the den. He noticed a few newcomers. He guessed it was to be expected. Not all wolves were completely sane, after all. Though, if you thought about it, neither was Aevon, really. he was adicted to his own power, after all. he decided against going to the Demon territorry after all. Though, truthfully, he didn't even realize he was almost there already. he aimed for the landing, completely distracted. he could look in tomorrow, he thought as he landed and folded his wings. He began walking in a random direction. it only took a few steps for him to stop and realize the smell was familiar. he had played in this place as a pup. Eyes wide, he looked to and fro, looking for any other. after all, he was in Demon lands now.
[classy=test]
[style=position: relative; top: 120px; right: 100px; width: 200px; background-color: #BFBF00; font-family: centaur; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 60%; text-align: center; padding: 10px 10px 10px 10px; color: #0030BF;]thread title
when a door opens, go through it because you never know when it'll open again
[/style]when a door opens, go through it because you never know when it'll open again
Aevon had started in the Loner Lands near Icicle Cliffs. He had leapt off the highest point, and waited until dangerously close to death before he had spread his wings to level off. It was a nice rush of adrenaline, and listening to the music his wings sounded after that rush made him feel absolutely invincible. The music made any wolf feel as if they had gotten their heart's desire, though they not necessarily knew what that was, nor necessarily realized that it was or wasn't true. They just felt like the happiest one in the world; as if they could do anything. It was very addicting to him, and probably would be to anyone else that felt it. He soared around the territories, not really aiming for any one place. He thought about many things, but usually things revolving his father. He had inherited his father's hate for Demon Pack. Or, at the very least, some of the wolves in it. That reminded him. Had he checked the Demon Territory yet?
He realized he hadn't, really, but he decided he wouldn't that day. Scan, perhaps, but not really spy. He veered toward Demon Pack lands, looking around. most of them seemed to be at the den. He noticed a few newcomers. He guessed it was to be expected. Not all wolves were completely sane, after all. Though, if you thought about it, neither was Aevon, really. he was adicted to his own power, after all. he decided against going to the Demon territorry after all. Though, truthfully, he didn't even realize he was almost there already. he aimed for the landing, completely distracted. he could look in tomorrow, he thought as he landed and folded his wings. He began walking in a random direction. it only took a few steps for him to stop and realize the smell was familiar. he had played in this place as a pup. Eyes wide, he looked to and fro, looking for any other. after all, he was in Demon lands now.
status tense tag aevon, OPENwords unknown
[/classy]
[/style] 
[/style] 
[/style][STYLE=float:right; text-align:center; font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 26px; margin-top: -342px; color: #515151]OUTSIDE LOOKING IN,[/style] [STYLE=text-align:left; margin-left: 85px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 16px; margin-top: -350px; color: #8B8B8B;]YOU GOT ME ON THE[/style]