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XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#00000000', endColorstr='#2c2c2c',GradientType=0 ); } .midnite_text { position: relative; z-index: 5; width: 580px; background-color: #202020; box-shadow: 0px 0px 10px 1px #000; } .midnite_message { position: relative; font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: justify; color: #606060; padding: 30px; } .midnite_name { position: absolute; z-index: 6; text-align: center; font: 75px 'Ruthie', cursive; color: #990000; text-shadow: 1px 0px 1px black; padding: 270px 15px; opacity: 0.5; } .midnite_quote { text-align: center; color: #990000; font: 25px 'Arapey', serif; text-transform: uppercase; padding-bottom: 10px; letter-spacing: 4px; opacity: 0.6; } </style> <center> <div class="midnite_container"> <div class="midnite_name">Lewana</div> <img class="midnite_image" src=https://i.imgur.com/13rZTFH.jpg> <div class="midnite_gradient"></div> <div class="midnite_text"> <p class="midnite_message">Mother never taught her to be good, nor did she teach the do's and don'ts of life. So when this sweet yet ever so haunting tune finds a way into her lobes, summoning the damned, the wicked and the clueless. She can't help but follow, and with a rather cheerful stride she frolics over to the clearing, where a crimson skinned women stands, wings and all, a malicious–roguish grin stuck firmly on her face as she hums the tune, sweet, hypnotic. Some how the ebony girl finds herself swaying, a smug grin glued to her velvet lips, as she watches as others gathered, her gaze flickering until she meets eyes with red women, and just like that, her body morphs.
Morphing–Shifting had never been a problem for her, she had always held the movement swiftly, being the daughter of two shifters she had things easy. Shifting was probably the only thing that Momma taught her right, but this, this does not feel right. Her body anatomy fluctuates, between her normal leopon state, as if her own trait, her feline self was dying in the process, yowls were emitted in pain, but she herself did not feel it, and then it all come to a halt.
Her chest, and ribcage becomes hallowed, and pasty diseased skin clings to it, her body is malnourished and decaying. Numerous infected, black wounds dot her body, as chunks of muscle and decaying tissue, linger around her angular points (as if someone had decided to take several bites out of her). Her mane is still inky black, and she can feel small creatures, spiders scuttling about her inky tresses, she has no tail, just a stub of bone. Her face is white, but blood stains her face in a permanent skull like shape, with tribal markings embellished down her cheeks, she has no nostrils, no flesh on her muzzle, except for bone and residue of dying tissue clinging onto the crevices of bone. Fangs embellish her teeth. Her eyes, are gaping holes to the black abyss, a ruby glow finding its way through the foggy abyss of her soul. Ancient, tribal and druidic symbols run up and down her legs like stockings all scripted in blood.
But it's not just her body that is changed, its her mind, her instinct. She is starving, longing for something far more satisfying than grass, she wants blood.</p> <p class="midnite_quote">Baby, this is not wonderland.</b></p> </div> </div> </center>
Word Count: 398
Cryptid: Shtriga
A shtriga is a vampiric witch in traditional Albanian folklore that sucks the blood of infants at night while they sleep. The shtriga is often pictured as a woman with a hateful stare (sometimes wearing a cape) and a horribly disfigured face.
I made my own twist on the Shtriga, I added decaying/ disease like features and more of a tribal like witch tone, instead of your traditional cauldron witch. I would assume since she's more tribal natured she would have magical abilities associated with nature/wildlife.
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Her chest, and ribcage becomes hallowed, and pasty diseased skin clings to it, her body is malnourished and decaying. Numerous infected, black wounds dot her body, as chunks of muscle and decaying tissue, linger around her angular points (as if someone had decided to take several bites out of her). Her mane is still inky black, and she can feel small creatures, spiders scuttling about her inky tresses, she has no tail, just a stub of bone. Her face is white, but blood stains her face in a permanent skull like shape, with tribal markings embellished down her cheeks, she has no nostrils, no flesh on her muzzle, except for bone and residue of dying tissue clinging onto the crevices of bone. Fangs embellish her teeth. Her eyes, are gaping holes to the black abyss, a ruby glow finding its way through the foggy abyss of her soul. Ancient, tribal and druidic symbols run up and down her legs like stockings all scripted in blood.
But it's not just her body that is changed, its her mind, her instinct. She is starving, longing for something far more satisfying than grass, she wants blood.</p> <p class="midnite_quote">Baby, this is not wonderland.</b></p> </div> </div> </center>
Word Count: 398
Cryptid: Shtriga
A shtriga is a vampiric witch in traditional Albanian folklore that sucks the blood of infants at night while they sleep. The shtriga is often pictured as a woman with a hateful stare (sometimes wearing a cape) and a horribly disfigured face.
I made my own twist on the Shtriga, I added decaying/ disease like features and more of a tribal like witch tone, instead of your traditional cauldron witch. I would assume since she's more tribal natured she would have magical abilities associated with nature/wildlife.