01-20-2017, 08:38 PM
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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">In quick succession they greet her, placing a kiss on her cheek and brow. She knows she has interrupted a special moment but that fact does not see to phase her, nor would witnessing it cause her embarrassment. It was a common enough act, vital to the continuance of the family line, it was a fact of life. One she had learned much too early for some, the Cove held no such views, innocence was not a nurtured characteristic.
It would surprise some at just how soft Potion was compared to some of her siblings. She was far from kind, a stretch from good but she had a certain quality to her that some of the others lacked. Even her own daughter was far more coarse in personality than she was and perhaps that was because Potion held time in her hands. It makes a big difference when you are aware of just how long your existence might be, she could be everlasting if she wished.
Nicia does not spend over long doting on her daughter, in some ways she wished her Mother was more interested in her but it was hard to compete with Father. The two seemed to live off of one another, leaving very little room for anything else. It was something she had accepting long ago.
<b> “Of course Mother,”</b> she replied as Nicia’s lips left her brow and the woman sauntered off in a flash back to the side of Father. She wasted no time thereafter, even if she was the one in power at this particular moment. It would only take a thought, a change of whim to reverse the effects but she couldn’t bring herself to do it, mostly because she didn’t want to. It was amusing though, to have that option, her lavender lips pulled into a sideways smirk.
Invisible threads left her, crawling towards the lavender beast and wrapping tightly to his aged body. It was like breath, the pressure of air and in a sense she did breathe life into them. She had become so very good at it, her gifts were often used and never suffered from neglect. The wrinkles began to smooth in mere moments, the lines in his face soften, skin stretch becoming taught once more. Every year that had passed since the mountain was erased and Kirin was left as vibrant and vital as ever.
</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">In quick succession they greet her, placing a kiss on her cheek and brow. She knows she has interrupted a special moment but that fact does not see to phase her, nor would witnessing it cause her embarrassment. It was a common enough act, vital to the continuance of the family line, it was a fact of life. One she had learned much too early for some, the Cove held no such views, innocence was not a nurtured characteristic.It would surprise some at just how soft Potion was compared to some of her siblings. She was far from kind, a stretch from good but she had a certain quality to her that some of the others lacked. Even her own daughter was far more coarse in personality than she was and perhaps that was because Potion held time in her hands. It makes a big difference when you are aware of just how long your existence might be, she could be everlasting if she wished.
Nicia does not spend over long doting on her daughter, in some ways she wished her Mother was more interested in her but it was hard to compete with Father. The two seemed to live off of one another, leaving very little room for anything else. It was something she had accepting long ago.
<b> “Of course Mother,”</b> she replied as Nicia’s lips left her brow and the woman sauntered off in a flash back to the side of Father. She wasted no time thereafter, even if she was the one in power at this particular moment. It would only take a thought, a change of whim to reverse the effects but she couldn’t bring herself to do it, mostly because she didn’t want to. It was amusing though, to have that option, her lavender lips pulled into a sideways smirk.
Invisible threads left her, crawling towards the lavender beast and wrapping tightly to his aged body. It was like breath, the pressure of air and in a sense she did breathe life into them. She had become so very good at it, her gifts were often used and never suffered from neglect. The wrinkles began to smooth in mere moments, the lines in his face soften, skin stretch becoming taught once more. Every year that had passed since the mountain was erased and Kirin was left as vibrant and vital as ever.
</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>