01-12-2017, 08:25 AM
<link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Amatic+SC" rel="stylesheet"><style type="text/css">.potionnew{position: relative;z-index: 1;width: 560px;background: #EAC495;padding: 14px;}.potionnewbase{position: relative;z-index: 3;width: 560px;background: #E8DABE;box-shadow: 0 0 6px #000;padding-bottom: 10px;}.potionnewpic{position: relative;z-index: 5;width: 560px;}.potionnewgrad{position: relative;z-index: 6;height: 80px;margin-bottom: -80px;background: rgba(232,218,190,1);
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XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#e8dabe', endColorstr='#e8dabe', GradientType=0 );}.potionnewwords{position: relative;z-index: 8;width: 480px;font: 13px 'Times New Roman', serif;padding: 10px 30px;text-align: justify;background: #9d92a0;color: #F9DBBF;}.potionnewname{position: relative;z-index: 12;font: 40px 'Amatic SC', cursive;color: #a9a0ac;text-align: right;padding-right: 40px;margin-top: -74px;}.potionnewquote{position: relative;z-index: 14;font: 11px 'Times New Roman', serif;text-align: right;padding-right: 10px;color: #a9a0ac;}</style><center><div class="potionnew"><div class="potionnewbase"><div class="potionnewwords">Duty, a word she’s known even before she could begin to understand its meaning. When the world was intent on children being children, Father was eager for them to learn, to know. It seemed as if her duty was a ceaseless task and yet she did not stray from it, nor did she hold it against them for needing her. She was needed, vital to their existence and in some way she knew it gave her a power over them, though she was not one to disobey. It was too ingrained in her now, she was too far gone to ever fathom an interest to go against Kirin and that’s just the way he liked it if truth be told.
The Mountain looms but it doesn’t trace gooseflesh against her silver skin, it is almost welcoming, drawing her up it’s slopes with a hunger. Perhaps she imagines it, is too caught up in her task to see otherwise but perspective is a funny thing- everyone has their own, it is no one way.
When she reaches their grove, the spot of land worn smooth by use of plodding hooves she smiles, whistles into the trees and waits. She is ready, more than ready to bestow her gifts to him, to shave the years from his skin like a barber cutting away the split ends of a hair.<b> “Father,”</b> she calls, her voice dancing in the moonlight, bewitching,<b> “I am whole, come now dear Father.”</b> almost like a chant, a spell.<b> “Mother,”</b> she begs Nicia too, it’s been far too long without her and like a child she hungers for her Mother’s touch.
<b> “I saw my dear sister, Kirke, she is round and swollen with child,”</b> pertinent information never went amiss against her Father’s ears and she knew he would be pleased to hear the news.
</div><div class="potionnewgrad"></div><image class="potionnewpic" src="https://i.imgsafe.org/a64156d324.jpg"><div class="potionnewname">POTION</div><div class="potionnewquote">[..we ain't never gettin' older..]</div</div></div></center>
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XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#e8dabe', endColorstr='#e8dabe', GradientType=0 );}.potionnewwords{position: relative;z-index: 8;width: 480px;font: 13px 'Times New Roman', serif;padding: 10px 30px;text-align: justify;background: #9d92a0;color: #F9DBBF;}.potionnewname{position: relative;z-index: 12;font: 40px 'Amatic SC', cursive;color: #a9a0ac;text-align: right;padding-right: 40px;margin-top: -74px;}.potionnewquote{position: relative;z-index: 14;font: 11px 'Times New Roman', serif;text-align: right;padding-right: 10px;color: #a9a0ac;}</style><center><div class="potionnew"><div class="potionnewbase"><div class="potionnewwords">Duty, a word she’s known even before she could begin to understand its meaning. When the world was intent on children being children, Father was eager for them to learn, to know. It seemed as if her duty was a ceaseless task and yet she did not stray from it, nor did she hold it against them for needing her. She was needed, vital to their existence and in some way she knew it gave her a power over them, though she was not one to disobey. It was too ingrained in her now, she was too far gone to ever fathom an interest to go against Kirin and that’s just the way he liked it if truth be told.The Mountain looms but it doesn’t trace gooseflesh against her silver skin, it is almost welcoming, drawing her up it’s slopes with a hunger. Perhaps she imagines it, is too caught up in her task to see otherwise but perspective is a funny thing- everyone has their own, it is no one way.
When she reaches their grove, the spot of land worn smooth by use of plodding hooves she smiles, whistles into the trees and waits. She is ready, more than ready to bestow her gifts to him, to shave the years from his skin like a barber cutting away the split ends of a hair.<b> “Father,”</b> she calls, her voice dancing in the moonlight, bewitching,<b> “I am whole, come now dear Father.”</b> almost like a chant, a spell.<b> “Mother,”</b> she begs Nicia too, it’s been far too long without her and like a child she hungers for her Mother’s touch.
<b> “I saw my dear sister, Kirke, she is round and swollen with child,”</b> pertinent information never went amiss against her Father’s ears and she knew he would be pleased to hear the news.
</div><div class="potionnewgrad"></div><image class="potionnewpic" src="https://i.imgsafe.org/a64156d324.jpg"><div class="potionnewname">POTION</div><div class="potionnewquote">[..we ain't never gettin' older..]</div</div></div></center>