03-14-2018, 06:30 PM
<link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Parisienne" rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'> <style type="text/css"> .nymf_cont { position: relative; z-index: 1; background-color: #fcfecf; width: 500px; box-shadow: 10px 10px 10px 0px #000; border-radius: 0em 0em 0em 20em} .nymf_cont p { margin: 0; } .nymf_image { position: relative; z-index: 4; width: 500px; border-radius: 0em 0em 0em 20em; border-top: 2px solid #d86e85} .dynast3_text { position: relative; z-index: 6; width: 400px; } .nymf_msg { position: relative; font: 14px 'Times', serif; text-align: center; color: #430f18; padding: 30px 30px 30px; } .nymf_name { position: absolute; z-index: 9; text-align: left; font: 60px 'Parisienne', cursive; color: #a8273d; letter-spacing: 0px; padding-top: 19px; padding-left: 340px;} .nymf_quote { position: absolute; z-index: 6; text-align: right; color: #430f18; font: 18px 'Times New Roman'; font-style: italic; padding-top: 95px; padding-left: 270px; } </style> <center> <div class="nymf_cont"> <div class="nymf_text"> <p class="nymf_msg"> Around her, Nymf could sense her fellow competitors’ impatience. Some paced while others fidgeted where they stood. She however, stood perfectly still with her eyes fixated on the golden goddess as she waited for the next task. Once again the ethereal beings voice rang clear – filling up the space around them like the gusting of a warm summer’s wind. Her words were true, however hard they were to accept.
Nymf was painfully aware of her past and the woman it had shaped her to be. As the world around her shifted, she saw it as the gods must have. As if she was perched on a cloud she could see herself, only discernable by the copper tips of her wings as they blew delicately in the wind. It was just her so high above the rest and a sudden peace took hold of her. Unbidden, she felt the earth below turn and shift until the rocky shores of Nerine appeared before her. She saw herself, once again stood upon the precipice contemplating how it would feel to die. Behind her, the familiar figure of Volcan ambled ever closer to the almost unrecognizably distraught version of herself.
It was shameful for her to see herself thusly. She’d always thought herself so strong until that moment as she contemplated ending it all.
Just as suddenly as she’d been suspended she found herself back in the arena, surrounded by the other equines once more. Nike posed her question and Nymf was unsurprised to hear the voice of her mother filling her head of the Tales of Old. She found herself grateful for those many lessons and reminders she’d given her throughout her life.
Confidently she stepped forward and offered her answer, <b>”I believe Lonestar, Banet er Rih and Prelude are the answers that you seek.”</b></p></div> <div class="nymf_name">Nymf</div> <div class="nymf_quote">Oh no, Here we go again</div> <img class="nymf_image" src="http://latembedziemy.blog.pl/files/2014/01/large-4.jpg"> </div> </center>
Answer :: Lone Star, Banet er Rih, and Prelude
Word count :: 302
Nymf was painfully aware of her past and the woman it had shaped her to be. As the world around her shifted, she saw it as the gods must have. As if she was perched on a cloud she could see herself, only discernable by the copper tips of her wings as they blew delicately in the wind. It was just her so high above the rest and a sudden peace took hold of her. Unbidden, she felt the earth below turn and shift until the rocky shores of Nerine appeared before her. She saw herself, once again stood upon the precipice contemplating how it would feel to die. Behind her, the familiar figure of Volcan ambled ever closer to the almost unrecognizably distraught version of herself.
It was shameful for her to see herself thusly. She’d always thought herself so strong until that moment as she contemplated ending it all.
Just as suddenly as she’d been suspended she found herself back in the arena, surrounded by the other equines once more. Nike posed her question and Nymf was unsurprised to hear the voice of her mother filling her head of the Tales of Old. She found herself grateful for those many lessons and reminders she’d given her throughout her life.
Confidently she stepped forward and offered her answer, <b>”I believe Lonestar, Banet er Rih and Prelude are the answers that you seek.”</b></p></div> <div class="nymf_name">Nymf</div> <div class="nymf_quote">Oh no, Here we go again</div> <img class="nymf_image" src="http://latembedziemy.blog.pl/files/2014/01/large-4.jpg"> </div> </center>
Answer :: Lone Star, Banet er Rih, and Prelude
Word count :: 302