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- Eris Eternity - 05-25-2011 [html]
Word Count » 316 the world shudders as the worm gets its wings
Prayer was not a belief that the sable hybrid held dearly, yet she was beginning to consider it. Pandemic and Salvia (and Wretch, too -- maybe, if she was still alive) were nearing on seven months now. They would begin shifting soon, or so she hoped, and perhaps they would pass into the adult ranks, and yet there was no stirring in her belly, no continuation of what she and Larkspur had started accidentally. Though accidental as their original mating had been, it had produced strong children, and despite her awkwardness with Larkspur, despite her misgivings, she would sacrifice that for more strong children, more children like the ones she already had. She might have had the same from Ouija, but there was uncertainty in Eris for the pallid man now. He had his woman and he had Anathema. He would not care for her now, and she had missed her chance with the man. Something in her ached for that, and she thought she might visit him soon. Despite her despair at the lack of further children, the hybrid did very nearly swagger as she meandered from Salsola's borders. She had tasked herself with recruitment, and she would hold this job. She enjoyed leaving the packlands, after all, and though she held Salsola dearly already, the sable hybrid was not beyond her own secrets. The ability to depart from the packlands with such an easy excuse was something the coyote found herself desiring, and she would make it known that she aimed for the Reclutadore rank soon enough. In her Optime form and clutching the driftwood branch she generally carried now, the dark woman headed north, keeping close to the coast as she went. She had encountered the pallid stranger here, true enough, but she did not think washing ashore was a common fate, and she thought she might pass unmolested to Halcyon Mountain today. .eris-worms {font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height:20px; letter-spacing:.5px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px; padding:0px 0px 5px 0px; margin:5px auto; width:500px; } .eris-worms .inner {background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/97bll.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; } .eris-worms .ooc {font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:13px; text-align:justify; margin:5px auto; width:500px;} .eris-worms .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal;} .eris-worms .tagline {font-family:'IM Fell French Canon', 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size:22px; padding:15px 15px 13px 0px; text-align:right;} .eris-worms p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:5px 10px;} .eris-worms .inner .tagline + p {text-indent:0px;} .eris-worms .inner .tagline + p:first-letter{ display:block; margin:0 5px; float:left; font-size:60px;font-family: 'IM Fell French Canon', 'times new roman', times, serif;} .eris-worms b {letter-spacing:1px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} .eris-worms u {text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; font-style:italic; font-variantmall-caps;} </style> [/html] - Jeremiah Ezekial - 05-26-2011 [html]
[/html] - Eris Eternity - 05-27-2011 [html]
Word Count » 439 the world shudders as the worm gets its wings
The smell of salt was heavy on the air, obscuring all other scent from her nose. Salsola always smelled of salt; they were surrounded on two sides by the bay, and a third by the river. Their borders were well-guarded by water, but this was not enough for the sable she-wolf, who demanded border patrol and protection. She would not have been able to voice what she saw as such a threat, if pressed -- still, there was no one daring enough to press her, at least not yet. They would have been met by dudgeon from the coal hybrid, who would not have reacted well to a subordinate's questioning. Sirius also seemed to agree with her need to protect the pack, though he seemed less fervent than Eris.
In any case, her paranoia did not apparently keep her within the protection of her own borders; the sable-shaded woman swaggered her way along the coast, finding little reason to fear. There were no other packs nearby; the closest was Inferni, and she had learned well that the coyotes preferred to keep to their own. If they were to seek vengeance against her, they would have long ago. The coal hybrid was beneath their notice, and though this irked her, she thought it better to be ignored for now. Later, when they were stronger, Salsola and Eris Eternity would not be so easy to ignore. The hybrid did not actively seek vengeance as her mother might have, but if the opportunity presented itself... well, Eris was an opportunistic creature, and she would gladly accept such a chance.
The voice startled her from her thoughts, and a coal-hued head snapped upward, chartreuse eyes narrowing as they spied a hulking black figure, led by thinning rope or reigns by another figure, this one mottled and oddly-colored. He seemed almost blue-black in places, blue-gray in others, and all over he was splotted and splashed with pale, pure white. He spoke her name, and the hybrid hesitated, her eyes widening in surprise. She did not recognize the creature before her but Eris stepped forward all the same, heralded by the sweet, strange speech of the canine, looking him and the horse both up and down. She remained a respectful distance from the equine, possessing enough sense about horses to know they were skittish creatures at times.
“Eris it is,” she responded, still uncertain as to the dog, who seemed younger than she was. “Who might you be?” A strange inkling of recognition glittered in the hybrid's bright greenish eyes, though she could place no name or place to the mottled blue-black face before her. .eris-worms {font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height:20px; letter-spacing:.5px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px; padding:0px 0px 5px 0px; margin:5px auto; width:500px; } .eris-worms .inner {background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/97bll.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; } .eris-worms .ooc {font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:13px; text-align:justify; margin:5px auto; width:500px;} .eris-worms .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal;} .eris-worms .tagline {font-family:'IM Fell French Canon', 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size:22px; padding:15px 15px 13px 0px; text-align:right;} .eris-worms p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:5px 10px;} .eris-worms .inner .tagline + p {text-indent:0px;} .eris-worms .inner .tagline + p:first-letter{ display:block; margin:0 5px; float:left; font-size:60px;font-family: 'IM Fell French Canon', 'times new roman', times, serif;} .eris-worms b {letter-spacing:1px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} .eris-worms u {text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; font-style:italic; font-variantmall-caps;} </style> [/html] - Jeremiah Ezekial - 05-31-2011 Argh, short, sorry >>. My brain quit working. [html] [/html] - Eris Eternity - 05-31-2011 [html] Word Count → 327
So quiet, so respectful -- he bowed his head without so much as knowing her status, giving her proper courtesy where it was due. The name was foreign to her, but the place was not -- her chartreuse eyes seemed to recognize him then, taking the mottled canine in with renewed vigor. The dogs had sheltered her for a night, she remembered, and though they had been cautious of her, they had provided her with a meal and a place to sleep nonetheless. It was only through Itzcitla's hunting and the rare kindnesses of strangers like the Holt canines that she had been able to survive the trek northward, though it had been her own poor choice of travel route, time, and numerous other factors to make her journey all the more difficult. Idiot she was with regard to survival, it was a wonder she'd survived at all. Sirius had helped her to see some of these things, but in practice Eris was still a novice, floundering her way through the world. Her generally reserved albeit cordial mannerisms in social conduct were perhaps her only saving graces, though they had proven particularly useful in the formation of Salsola.
Knowing his clan now, the coyote still did not recognize the canine before her. She hadn't spoken to many of them; most had seemed afraid of her, gaunt as she was, and even more had been wary of Itzcitla, half-frozen as he was. The sable-hued woman primarily remembered one seemingly tiny youth who had seemed completely enraptured with her stories, but this could not be the same canine. Could it? She squinted at him, and smiled. “I remember you Holts,” she said, nodding her head earnestly. “You were good to me. I'm sorry for whatever's happened to you,” she added, uncertain as to whether the man's tale was sad or happy, though she assumed the former, as he might still be in those mountains if it were the latter. .eris-bones {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height:18px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; padding:0px; margin:0px auto; width:500px;} .eris-bones .inner {background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/SkPwo.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 0px 0px;} .eris-bones .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px; text-align:justify; margin:0px auto; padding:5px 0px; width:500px; font-family:tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .eris-bones .ooc p {padding:0px;margin:0px; text-indent:10px; } .eris-bones .tagline {font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:14px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:center; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/UzSoX.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:top center; height:36px; } .eris-bones .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal;} .eris-bones p {text-indent: 45px; margin:0px; padding:8px 15px;} .eris-bones b { letter-spacing:-.05em;} .eris-bones u {text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; font-style:italic; font-variantmall-caps;} </style> [/html] - Jeremiah Ezekial - 05-31-2011 Gonna detail backstory a little... if there's anything you don't like, let me know, I will change :3. Also, I actually bothered to look up the archaic grammar, so his speech should be a little closer to right now XD. [html] [/html] - Eris Eternity - 06-04-2011 [html]
Word Count » 511 the world shudders as the worm gets its wings
Having traveled so long with no company other than the scant wanderer -- some of whom were so lacking in courtesy, their only response to her greetings and attempts at conversation were grunts and growls -- the sable-shaded coyote had relished those warm spots where she might find a bit of extra food and a warm companion. Few in the Holt compound had been particularly warm, however -- most had regarded her with stony suspicion. The children and younger ones, however, did not seem to possess the same paranoia of outsiders that had seemed to haunt their elders, and Eris had associated with them more closely than their parents.
One had lingered longer than the rest, enthralled with the tales the sable hybrid spun. Her chartreuse yellow eyes regarded him, trying to determine -- no, it couldn't be. Could it? Recognition bloomed slowly across her coal face, and though she could not remember him or what he'd said to her in return too well, she did remember quite vividly telling them of Eterne and all the other places she had seen over her lifetime. She hadn't been too specific on where she was headed, but here he was, all the same. Granted, over a year had passed since the hybrid had arrived in 'Souls, and Jeremiah might have been a youth of six or seven months when she'd seen him last.
“No, I remember you,” she said, tilting her head just so and giving him a smile. There was warmth in it yet, but calculations churned behind that yellow-green gaze. The Holts were a hardy type of canine, entirely self-sufficient despite their numbers in their isolated patch of the woodlands. They were survivors, she thought, and this youth would be of much the same stock. “Itzcitla lives, though he found this winter no more pleasant than the last. We're in quite a good spot,” she added, grinning a broad smile that took no heed of the nosedive Jeremiah's life had seemed to take since they'd last taken. Eris was not particularly boastful, but she was proud of Salsola, and she could not help but add in such cryptic comments.
“So, why did you seek me out?” she inquired, seeming passive and quite nearly uninterested, looking down at her hands and inspecting her claws for flecks of dirt. She was not aware that she had such an influence on the youth's life as to drive him out of his comfortable home and all the way northward. Was he infatuated with her? The coal woman stole a glance at him, and thought not. He did not give her those eyes, the glazed-over and utterly childish gaze that sometimes fell over the faces of men. He had stated it was a long story; she did not think it was her to cause his departure from the Holt clan. Still -- it might very well be, and she would be interested to hear any story that presented herself as a centerpiece. Chartreuse eyes blinked at him patiently, a faint grin still present on her lips. .eris-worms {font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height:20px; letter-spacing:.5px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px; padding:0px 0px 5px 0px; margin:5px auto; width:500px; } .eris-worms .inner {background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/97bll.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; } .eris-worms .ooc {font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:13px; text-align:justify; margin:5px auto; width:500px;} .eris-worms .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal;} .eris-worms .tagline {font-family:'IM Fell French Canon', 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size:22px; padding:15px 15px 13px 0px; text-align:right;} .eris-worms p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:5px 10px;} .eris-worms .inner .tagline + p {text-indent:0px;} .eris-worms .inner .tagline + p:first-letter{ display:block; margin:0 5px; float:left; font-size:60px;font-family: 'IM Fell French Canon', 'times new roman', times, serif;} .eris-worms b {letter-spacing:1px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} .eris-worms u {text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; font-style:italic; font-variantmall-caps;} </style> [/html] - Jeremiah Ezekial - 06-08-2011 Hussy :| [html] [/html] - Eris Eternity - 06-10-2011 [html]
Word Count » 859 the world shudders as the worm gets its wings
The coal hybrid watched the equine move away, her chatreuse eyes focused on the shifting of muscle beneath his thin coat. Horses did not fail to impress her, though she was fairly wary of them, as well. She had never seen a spooked horse, but Larkspur had explained to her some of the finer points of horses, once upon a time. Were it not for their ability to be tamed and ridden, she might have regarded them as food. The wild ones were part food, part pet waiting to happen, should one possess the strength to tame it. Eris herself had neither the strength nor the inclination; the only creatures she was interested in domesticating were cats. She had seen small ones in Halifax -- they were gorgeously colored, with all sorts of patterns and coat types and sizes. Most ran from her, however, and she would not be able to capture an adult, she did not think -- they were fierce creatures, and even her own Itzcitla had been tamed from kittenhood.
The umbra colored wolf listened with interest as the man spoke, her curiosity immediately piqued as he spoke of damnation. There was nervousness in him, but the coal hybrid did not press him; rather, she listened in curious silence, wondering what darkness he carried with him. Looking at him, the coyote did not think she saw any -- such shades over the soul were generally clear as the full moon on a cloudless night to Eris. She could see such things, though she had been mislead before, too. The Kimaris had deceived her, but as they had been the eduators of this art, she might have expected such things. Their capabilities far exceeded her own -- Baphomet especially. That Mete and Dieriel did not carry with them the religion of the Eternians only made them more dangerous. They had not been bound by rules and regulations; they had been free to practice their deceptive arts with ease. Mantus, however, had been the orchestrator of it all, she knew. Now, however, the woman would not be so easily led astray. Not only had her own powers increased, but she was far more wary, and she would not fall prey to such traps again. He spoke of things she knew, and her lemon-lime eyes widened as he continued, not at what he was, but that he would be rejected so completely and utterly from his home for such a thing. She had known such a thing, once before, but even that canine had not been forced to leave Eterne altogether. “Well, that is one thing you Holt Shepherds got wrong,” she said, punctuating the statement with a snort. “I knew a girl who liked other girls in Eterne. She was beautiful, but I never wanted her. I could have had her,” the coyote ventured, but she shook her head, smiling faintly. Appreciative as she was on the female form, the coyote was not one to love it. She required masculinity -- hard sharpness to soft curves. “She was no more an abomination than you, though,” the hybrid said, flatly. “What difference does it make who you love?” she said, wishing to substitute another word for love, though she did not wish to be too abrasive in the presence of Jeremiah, who was likely to be sheltered of such things and in a weakened state from the journey. “Your people were useful ones. You learned skills in those mountains,” the coyote said, murmuring this more to herself than Jeremiah himself. Fighters or not, they lived in a foreboding and dangerous area, well-secluded from the outside world. They had helped her, no doubt, and she might have perished that night, but she did not grace them with quite so much thanks as to mindlessly draw one of them into Salsola's midst. Beyond his usefulness, though, she though he might be easy to steer toward their ways; no doubt, he might have some degree of difficulty in accepting them at first, but with such an indoctrinated upbringing and seemingly insatiable lust for the unknown, he might readily accept many more of them, coming to the harder ones later. Her sharp green eyes regarded him. “There is a place for you in this world, somewhere. Perhaps it is with me,” she began, turning her head and looking behind her pointedly, in the direction of Salsola. “You wouldn't be hated for what you are, at least,” she said, knowing this for a certainty. Whatever Bastion and Janos were, most of Salsola seemed to respect or fear them too much to question that relationship. Most were unlikely to even care, she thought. Such obvious relations were of little interest to her Salsola. “Would you serve us? I have a superior -- he is my relative, Sirius Revlis,” she said, offering the first piece of Salsola she would give to him. In truth, she did not know what to call Sirius -- he was son of Dierdre, who was daughter of Thanos, her half-sibling. The hybrid did not have words for this relationship, but she didn't quite need them. Sirius was closest to her. .eris-worms {font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height:20px; letter-spacing:.5px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px; padding:0px 0px 5px 0px; margin:5px auto; width:500px; } .eris-worms .inner {background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/97bll.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; } .eris-worms .ooc {font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:13px; text-align:justify; margin:5px auto; width:500px;} .eris-worms .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal;} .eris-worms .tagline {font-family:'IM Fell French Canon', 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size:22px; padding:15px 15px 13px 0px; text-align:right;} .eris-worms p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:5px 10px;} .eris-worms .inner .tagline + p {text-indent:0px;} .eris-worms .inner .tagline + p:first-letter{ display:block; margin:0 5px; float:left; font-size:60px;font-family: 'IM Fell French Canon', 'times new roman', times, serif;} .eris-worms b {letter-spacing:1px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} .eris-worms u {text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; font-style:italic; font-variantmall-caps;} </style> [/html] - Jeremiah Ezekial - 06-11-2011 :| =shoves a dime up Sie's nose= [html] [/html] - Eris Eternity - 06-11-2011 [html]
Word Count » 373 my road to hell is surely paved
The sable-shaded woman found blasphemy an easy thing these days. She had been raised in with the best of the Atotoztli, taken on and apprenticed to her uncle Baphomet, though he had never been kind to her regarding her hybrid blood, and quick to remind her that such a thing would bar her from ever truly serving the religion. The Atotoztli and the Kimaris family both had forsaken her, though, and Eris in turn forsook them all. She was glad that Tlantli seemed to take little stock in the orthodoxy of Eterne -- the hybrid did not think she would have been able to hold her tongue where that was concerned, but thankfully, Tla seemed to take little stock in the typical Eternian ideals.
“So long as your duty is attended, who you'd lay with doesn't matter to me,” she said, speaking truthfully -- it was more important in Salsola to attend to the pack than to worry about who which neighbor slept with, though Jeremiah might encounter some trouble if he were to keep secret his desires. Then, they might very well be weapons brought against him -- but such a thing happened only if he would allow it, she thought. “You should proclaim loudly what you are and bear it with pride. No one would be able to use it against you, then,” she said, punctuating this statement with a smile. The Holt canines might never accept such a thing, but Salsola would. Eris thought they might tolerate a great deal worse abominations than Jeremiah, should such abominations prove themselves useful to the pack.
“You shouldn't be so unfamiliar with our culture,” the umbra she-wolf said, thinking back on the Holt canines. “We like to keep our secrets close and we don't trust outsiders so much. If an outsider is not fit to serve within our pack, they have no need to know anything about us. You would find yourself at a low rank, perhaps for some time, but you would not be shown abuse and torment,” she said, pausing and adding a smile, “not with a friend in such a high place.” There it was. If Jeremiah chose to walk away now, she could not look upon him kindly again. .eris-road2hell {font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', palatino, georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height:20px; letter-spacing:.5px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px; padding:0px 0px 5px 0px; margin:5px auto; width:500px; } .eris-road2hell .inner {background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/smrcM.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; } .eris-road2hell .ooc {font-family:verdana, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify; margin:5px auto; width:500px;} .eris-road2hell .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal;} .eris-road2hell .tagline {font-family:'Over the Rainbow', arial, serif; font-size:18px; padding:55px 15px 13px 0px; text-align:right;} .eris-road2hell p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:5px 10px;} .eris-road2hell .inner .tagline + p {text-indent:0px;} .eris-road2hell .inner .tagline + p:first-letter{ display:block; margin:5px; float:left; font-size:60px;} .eris-road2hell b {letter-spacing:1px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} .eris-road2hell u {text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; font-style:italic; font-variantmall-caps;} </style> [/html] - Jeremiah Ezekial - 06-11-2011 AGH I CANNOT SLEEP WHHYYYY =cries= [html] [/html] - Eris Eternity - 06-12-2011 [html]
Word Count » 713 the world shudders as the worm gets its wings
It had been difficult for Eris, at first, to shed the Atotoztli's skin and come into her own. She had questioned herself and them over and over on that journey northward, whirling them in her head. It was not until she had come to this place, here, that she had settled her head and discerned the truth from their fiction. They might have gotten some things, right, as Eris believed there was some nugget of truth in nearly any system of belief, but that they were partially right did not prevent them from being grievously wrong where other things were concerned. Perhaps it was much the same with the Holt canines; Eris did not doubt that there was some deep, secret truth to their teaching, but one needed to strip away the orthodoxy and corruption of man and canine alike to find that center of veracity.
The sable coyote smiled at him queerly as he spoke of faults. How could such a thing be considered a fault? She herself tried to consider Salvia a lover of women, or Pandemic a lover of boys -- disappointed she might be in the loss of their heritage to be passed along, the coyote did not think she could ostracize them. She would have loved them all the same, she thought. He will learn, the sable-shaded woman thought to herself, pondering how long it might take him. If he failed to reconcile his thinking with his bodily attraction, it might tear him apart. The sable-shaded woman did not believe in denying herself or ignoring the desires of the soul; certainly, Jeremiah's orientation arose from within, and it would be an error of spiritual significance on his part to deny his spirit its sustenance. These thoughts she kept to herself, however, and smiled in response to his pledge.
“Very good,” the coyote said, her smile remaining on those sable-shaded lips. “We are called Salsola. Now that you have our name, there's no turning back,” the coyote added, grinning. She did not think Jeremiah would dislike their pack. Surely, everyone found Janos and Bastion somewhat intimidating, and her Larkspur was no great conversationalist, but the sable-shaded woman herself liked Jeremiah, and such an affinity boded well for the merle shepherd. Eris was not so difficult to please or demanding. “You'll remain my charge, I think, for the first few weeks of your membership. You will have to do as I ask, but I'm not so demanding,” the coyote said, shaking her head. She did not intend to treat Jeremiah or any other she accepted to Salsola as a slave, but they would do the bidding of The Auxiliary for the good of the pack. “I might ask you to hunt with me, or to teach my children a skill. Nothing truly servile. We have slaves for those needs,” the hybrid explained, mentioning only in passing the slaves they kept. Surely his book spoke of that -- the Quauhtli had mentioned slaves endlessly, or so she remembered.
“Walk with me and see,” the coyote said, waving her driftwood stick not-so-delicately in the direction of Salsola. “When your time as my sponsor has ended, I'll come to you and grant you a place in The Family's ranks, provided you have worked for the good of the pack and performed well as my charge. Otherwise, you'll remain in the low ranks until you can prove yourself,” the coyote said, explaining and speaking truthfully. Jeremiah was hers now -- he had agreed and pledged himself, and he had their name. “You're also supposed to present the leadership with a gift for admittance,” she added, smirking at this. “But you have come a long way and I am a patient person, if you lack anything of decent value right this minute.” She would not grant him a pass on this simply for their prior knowledge of one another, but she would be just fine with waiting until he had ridden his big black horse to Halifax and gained something of worth. “The gift -- it might also be knowledge,” Eris added, nearly an afterthought. She had not learned much of the Holt canine's beliefs, and as they were a religious folk, or so it would seem, she had an interest in them, as always. .eris-worms {font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height:20px; letter-spacing:.5px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px; padding:0px 0px 5px 0px; margin:5px auto; width:500px; } .eris-worms .inner {background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/97bll.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; } .eris-worms .ooc {font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:13px; text-align:justify; margin:5px auto; width:500px;} .eris-worms .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-style:normal;} .eris-worms .tagline {font-family:'IM Fell French Canon', 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size:22px; padding:15px 15px 13px 0px; text-align:right;} .eris-worms p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:5px 10px;} .eris-worms .inner .tagline + p {text-indent:0px;} .eris-worms .inner .tagline + p:first-letter{ display:block; margin:0 5px; float:left; font-size:60px;font-family: 'IM Fell French Canon', 'times new roman', times, serif;} .eris-worms b {letter-spacing:1px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} .eris-worms u {text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; font-style:italic; font-variantmall-caps;} </style> [/html] |