11-28-2020, 09:22 PM
<div style="margin:auto;background:linear-gradient(to bottom,rgba(0,0,0,0)300px,rgba(0,0,0,1)674px),url('https://i.postimg.cc/6Q2380x7/grimjaw.jpg') top no-repeat;width:500px;padding:10px 20px 0px 20px;border:1px solid #000;box-shadow:0px 0px 10px #000,0px 0px 15px #000;"><div style="font:72px times new roman;color:rgba(256,256,256,0.55);text-shadow:0px 0px 10px #000;letter-spacing:25px;padding-bottom:400px;text-align:center;">GRIMJAW</div><div style="border:1px solid #eee;border-radius:35%/35px 35px 0px 0px;border-top:0px;border-bottom:0px;color:#a9a6a5;padding:25px 20px 10px 20px;background:rgba(149,144,142,0.5);text-align:justify;">As the sun creeps over the horizon, the dawn finds him slumbering in a place he most certainly did not fall asleep, which he notices the moment his eyes flutter open.
Bleary-eyed and already annoyed, he stumbles up onto his hooves and begins to explore the area for any clues as to where he might be when he abruptly trips over his owns legs and faceplants into the patch of wildflowers he had been sleeping in.
Colorful blooms sway and dance in the breeze as though to mock him once he realizes just what kind of flowers this field is made of: Oopsie Daisies.
Despite his unfortunate circumstances and darkening mood, he drags himself back up and carefully uses long strides to avoid tumbling to the ground once more, even when a brilliant red fox comes darting beneath him.
Even someone as bitter and pessimistic as Grimjaw can be intrigued by the goings-on of a tiny predator like the quick red fox, and so he does his best to hurry after the thing while also avoiding any further accidents in this strange Pampas.
Following the creature proves easy enough once the troublesome flowers give way to more normal flora, allowing him to catch up to the fox just as he finds it devouring a rather sizable rabbit whole, leaving not even a tittynope for the vultures and other scavengers of this temperate region.
Grossed out but still fascinated by the creature, he continues along behind it as he wonders what sort of life the poor rabbit lead before being swallowed in one bite.
He could have had a name and a nice little rabbit wife with numerous kits to feed and care for; and the fox cared little for those sorts of things, didn’t it?
If the fox did not care, then Grimjaw supposes he should, and so he names the late rabbit Coak because he imagines they would have strange names here in this strange world he’s found himself in.
Just as he decides on this name, the fox comes to a sudden stop and so Grimjaw also brings himself to a halt as he follows the creature’s gaze to a horde of equally impressive rabbits all standing shoulder to shoulder.
Keeping his distance still, he wonders just how determined this fox is to eat more of the rabbits here in the Brilliant Pampas.
Lord knows he could eat Coak in a single bite, but could he do the whole line of Coak the same way?
Maybe he wondered the same thing, judging by the hesitance of his movements.
Now there is a rumbling as something stirs within the rabbit den, causing the fox to bound away in terror while Grimjaw remains firmly rooted in place to observe as an impossibly massive rabbit comes lurching from beneath the warren.
Oh, if only his legs could carry him far from this place, but he fears the Oopsie Daisies may ensnare him once more if he tries to hurry from this place, and so he trails his bright red eyes over the wart-covered skin of this strange ogre-rabbit.
Perhaps he is not the most imaginative man there is, as he searches for some word in his entire vocabulary to describe the thing, only to settle on the word Koak while its beady black eyes lock on his.
Quite perturbed to find an intruder in its territory, the Koak, with its large tusks forming a gruesome underbite, spreads its jaws and belches out a roar to warn Grimjaw to leave this place.
Roaring does precious little to break the spell of terror that keeps him frozen here before the might and majesty of the warren and their hairless guardian spirit, however.
So he remains right where he is and awaits his fate, whatever that may be.</div></div>
Bleary-eyed and already annoyed, he stumbles up onto his hooves and begins to explore the area for any clues as to where he might be when he abruptly trips over his owns legs and faceplants into the patch of wildflowers he had been sleeping in.
Colorful blooms sway and dance in the breeze as though to mock him once he realizes just what kind of flowers this field is made of: Oopsie Daisies.
Despite his unfortunate circumstances and darkening mood, he drags himself back up and carefully uses long strides to avoid tumbling to the ground once more, even when a brilliant red fox comes darting beneath him.
Even someone as bitter and pessimistic as Grimjaw can be intrigued by the goings-on of a tiny predator like the quick red fox, and so he does his best to hurry after the thing while also avoiding any further accidents in this strange Pampas.
Following the creature proves easy enough once the troublesome flowers give way to more normal flora, allowing him to catch up to the fox just as he finds it devouring a rather sizable rabbit whole, leaving not even a tittynope for the vultures and other scavengers of this temperate region.
Grossed out but still fascinated by the creature, he continues along behind it as he wonders what sort of life the poor rabbit lead before being swallowed in one bite.
He could have had a name and a nice little rabbit wife with numerous kits to feed and care for; and the fox cared little for those sorts of things, didn’t it?
If the fox did not care, then Grimjaw supposes he should, and so he names the late rabbit Coak because he imagines they would have strange names here in this strange world he’s found himself in.
Just as he decides on this name, the fox comes to a sudden stop and so Grimjaw also brings himself to a halt as he follows the creature’s gaze to a horde of equally impressive rabbits all standing shoulder to shoulder.
Keeping his distance still, he wonders just how determined this fox is to eat more of the rabbits here in the Brilliant Pampas.
Lord knows he could eat Coak in a single bite, but could he do the whole line of Coak the same way?
Maybe he wondered the same thing, judging by the hesitance of his movements.
Now there is a rumbling as something stirs within the rabbit den, causing the fox to bound away in terror while Grimjaw remains firmly rooted in place to observe as an impossibly massive rabbit comes lurching from beneath the warren.
Oh, if only his legs could carry him far from this place, but he fears the Oopsie Daisies may ensnare him once more if he tries to hurry from this place, and so he trails his bright red eyes over the wart-covered skin of this strange ogre-rabbit.
Perhaps he is not the most imaginative man there is, as he searches for some word in his entire vocabulary to describe the thing, only to settle on the word Koak while its beady black eyes lock on his.
Quite perturbed to find an intruder in its territory, the Koak, with its large tusks forming a gruesome underbite, spreads its jaws and belches out a roar to warn Grimjaw to leave this place.
Roaring does precious little to break the spell of terror that keeps him frozen here before the might and majesty of the warren and their hairless guardian spirit, however.
So he remains right where he is and awaits his fate, whatever that may be.</div></div>