12-13-2020, 11:46 AM
<link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Cormorant+Garamond&display=swap" rel="stylesheet"><style type="text/css">.viridis_container{position:relative;z-index:1;width:560px;background: #d8b870;border:1px solid black;box-shadow: 0px 0px 10px 1px rgb(90, 108, 59,.4);}.viridis_container p{margin:0;}.viridis_image{position:relative;z-index:4;margin-top:0px;border-radius: 0 0 0 0;}.viridis_message{position:relative;z-index:10;width:500px;text-align:justify;font:12px 'Times New Roman', serif;padding:10px;padding-bottom:30px;color:#011119;border-top: solid 1px #b69d74;border-image:linear-gradient(#6c5537, transparent) 1;border-bottom:0;border-left: solid 1px #6c5537;border-right: solid 1px #6c5537;margin-top:50px;background: linear-gradient(#757352, transparent);webkit-background-clip: text;-webkit-text-fill-color: transparent;}.viridis_name{position:relative;z-index:15;text-align:center;text-shadow:0 0 10px #011119;letter-spacing:13px;font-family: 'Cormorant Garamond', serif;color:#e4dbbb;font-size:65px;margin-top:-75px;margin-bottom:-80px;left:-145px;padding:5px;}</style><center><div class="viridis_container"><img class="viridis_image" src="https://i.postimg.cc/5NMP3H0L/viridis.png"><div class="viridis_name">viridis</div><div class="viridis_message"><div style="background: linear-gradient(#2c2b1c, #2c2b1c);-webkit-background-clip: text;-webkit-text-fill-color: transparent;">Like every day, I was just minding my own business, wandering the woods of my home - the land they call Sylva. On the nudiustertian morning, which was bright and warm, I had crossed paths with a colt that stood his ground and was very brave. They call me an elkear, after the two animals I resemble, which is very uncreative of them. In actuality my name, like that of my father’s and his before him, is Montgomery.
Not very mythical or poetic, I know, but a good strong name for a good strong creature.
A breeze stirs the leaves that litter the floor and brings to me the scent of a horse I do not know. Someone who does not live here normally, someone who I have not grown accustomed to. I move with caution, knowing some of these creatures possess magic I cannot even imagine, and abandon the feast of squirrel I had been wrapped up in.
Hardly a feast, you might think, but they were great sport to chase and catch.
A little bit of the creature I had been eating still hangs from my mouth when I finally catch sight of the stranger who looks as though he belongs to this woods as much as I do. His amber eyes snap to the squirrel leftovers and I watch them widen. And I decide then to have a little bit of fun so I roar. Not much effort is put into the noise but I am so proficient at it that the earth still trembles slightly with the weight of the sound. I think the ground must be playing into the farce with me, because this land knows me well enough not to fear me.
The stranger turns and runs into a birch tree on his way out and a low grumbling noise escapes me that may very well be a laugh.
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Not very mythical or poetic, I know, but a good strong name for a good strong creature.
A breeze stirs the leaves that litter the floor and brings to me the scent of a horse I do not know. Someone who does not live here normally, someone who I have not grown accustomed to. I move with caution, knowing some of these creatures possess magic I cannot even imagine, and abandon the feast of squirrel I had been wrapped up in.
Hardly a feast, you might think, but they were great sport to chase and catch.
A little bit of the creature I had been eating still hangs from my mouth when I finally catch sight of the stranger who looks as though he belongs to this woods as much as I do. His amber eyes snap to the squirrel leftovers and I watch them widen. And I decide then to have a little bit of fun so I roar. Not much effort is put into the noise but I am so proficient at it that the earth still trembles slightly with the weight of the sound. I think the ground must be playing into the farce with me, because this land knows me well enough not to fear me.
The stranger turns and runs into a birch tree on his way out and a low grumbling noise escapes me that may very well be a laugh.
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