11-06-2018, 11:06 PM
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XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#007db9e8', endColorstr='#191917',GradientType=0 ); } .kreed_text { position: relative; z-index: 3; width: 550px; background-color: #00000050; margin-top: -200px; } .kreed_container p { margin: 0; } .kreed_name { position: relative; font: 70px 'Nanum Myeongjo', serif; color: #610B0B; text-shadow: 0px 0px 15px #000; text-transform: uppercase; opacity: 0.6; letter-spacing: 15px; line-height: 1em; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-top: 20px; border-top: solid 5px #00000090; width: 60%; } .kreed_message { text-align: justify; font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; padding: 20px; color: #b2bbb3; } .kreed_quote { text-align: center; font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: italic; color: #b2bbb3; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-top: 20px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 20px #000; letter-spacing: 1px; } .kreed_image { position: relative; z-index: 1; width: 600px; } </style> <center> <div class="kreed_container"> <img class="kreed_image" src="https://cdn.pbrd.co/images/HAQq7tR.jpg"> <div class="kreed_grad-bg"></div> <div class="kreed_text"> <p class="kreed_message">The tawny foal had hidden that day at the lake upon seeing so many unfamiliar faces. Wide eyes watched as the children played and carried on. She only wished she was so bold as to ask one of them to play with her. But she doesn't get the chance when there is a quaking of earth beneath her. Frightened she begins to run through the hills. The useless wings at her sides outstretched in some hopeless attempt to find their purpose.
Each rise and fall of her hooves brought her farther from her home. She squealed in terror as rocks began to slide down the mountains above and threatened to crush her. With a giant leap she evaded one and with another leap she is perched on the side of the biggest mountain she has ever seen.
Her silver eyes turn upwards but the clouds crowd the view of the very tip of the formation. As her attention is returned to the earth, she finds the lands have stilled once again. With an exhausted huff of breath, she exhales deeply. "Pfew... That was close," her mousy voice is relieved.
She hardly realizes she is alone and lost. Never one to fear solitude, she turns to a rocky path just around a boulder. With another leap she glides(wings splayed) and lands onto the path with a thud. Her nose wrinkles in wonder at how she had drifted so smoothly along the air but she is distracted by a sharp bleat coming from above her.
Silver eyes upturn once more to find curious shaggy creatures with horns jumping from rock to rock. A few younger ones stop to stare at her and with a twisted leap they descend from the mountain side. Along the way they butt heads and rear at each other, causing her to giggle at their playful antics.
They slow to a stop just up the path to look at her with wondering eyes. They seem unthreatened by her and approach playfully, sniffing her and nipping at her feathered wings. She lowers her head to view them closer. Their eyes turn towards her small budding of horns, lowering their own heads as if o challenge her. She giggles and butts one of the white goats gently with her head. They in turn press their skulls to hers.
Together they play until a loud bleat comes from up the mountain side and the goat kids scatter. Grown ups always ruined the fun. Alone, once again, she decides to rest atop a flat ledge. Curling into a small tawny mass, she yawns. Her sleepy eyes soon closing. </p> <p class="kreed_name">Kreed</p> </div> </div> </center>
@[Officials] or Fairies of any sort. Permission given per public approvals for goat appearance. Hopefully this idea works
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Her silver eyes turn upwards but the clouds crowd the view of the very tip of the formation. As her attention is returned to the earth, she finds the lands have stilled once again. With an exhausted huff of breath, she exhales deeply. "Pfew... That was close," her mousy voice is relieved.
She hardly realizes she is alone and lost. Never one to fear solitude, she turns to a rocky path just around a boulder. With another leap she glides(wings splayed) and lands onto the path with a thud. Her nose wrinkles in wonder at how she had drifted so smoothly along the air but she is distracted by a sharp bleat coming from above her.
Silver eyes upturn once more to find curious shaggy creatures with horns jumping from rock to rock. A few younger ones stop to stare at her and with a twisted leap they descend from the mountain side. Along the way they butt heads and rear at each other, causing her to giggle at their playful antics.
They slow to a stop just up the path to look at her with wondering eyes. They seem unthreatened by her and approach playfully, sniffing her and nipping at her feathered wings. She lowers her head to view them closer. Their eyes turn towards her small budding of horns, lowering their own heads as if o challenge her. She giggles and butts one of the white goats gently with her head. They in turn press their skulls to hers.
Together they play until a loud bleat comes from up the mountain side and the goat kids scatter. Grown ups always ruined the fun. Alone, once again, she decides to rest atop a flat ledge. Curling into a small tawny mass, she yawns. Her sleepy eyes soon closing. </p> <p class="kreed_name">Kreed</p> </div> </div> </center>
@[Officials] or Fairies of any sort. Permission given per public approvals for goat appearance. Hopefully this idea works