[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=black borderwidth=1pt; border-radius: 500px; border: 60px solid; border: 100px dot white; background:url(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs7…3ddd45ea5eae79bfaec74.jpg)]
| [fancypost bgcolor=#ffffff; bordercolor=#000000; borderwidth=4px; width: 400px; height: 110px; overflow: auto; text-align: center; font: Times New Roman; color: black; opacity: 0.6;] [size=14px] [font=times new roman] The prisoner's ebony orblets shift between the Deltas. He felt an uncomfortable warmth. ''Your so called king should do something about the stench.'' Mostly exhaling does he sprint off to the nearest window to get some fresh air to quench his oxygenators. Angered does he rub his snout and stretch his muscular build. Small pieces of dust latched onto his pads and his pelt and hide as spot free as ever. |