Cautionary Tale - Printable Version +- 'Souls IPB Archive (November 2007–October 2012) (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb) +-- Forum: Dead IC (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=110) +--- Forum: Dead Topics (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=21) +--- Thread: Cautionary Tale (/showthread.php?tid=29200) |
|
- Colibri Haki - 07-04-2012 [html]
[html] wc: 587
She was curled at the lake shore, laying on the bare ground hugging her knees to her chest. She had been there all afternoon, silently watching the sun's reflection over the shimmering lake surface. She did not want to move. It hurt. But she knew the oncoming night could bring more danger, and she had to get home, even if it meant facing the shameful reality of what had happened... and letting her packmates know. They had to know it was unsafe outside of their borders, lest one of them suffer the same fate she had. Her tears had dried, and she was too weary to cry again in front of them. Suppressing a small whimper, she uncurled her body, wincing as the wound on her chest reopened. Her shoulder was encrusted with blood from where the cruel claws had scored into her, branding her. No one had ever taught Coli how to read, so she did not know what the letter meant, but it was easy to assume it had marked her as some sort of conquest. There were other cuts on her frail body where his claws had dug into her, as well as a myriad of bruises swollen beneath her fur, but she did her best to ignore them. She rose unsteadily to her feet, feeling a dizzying throb from the back of her skull. She hoped fervently that it was not a concussion, but she had been thrown to the ground so roughly, she could not be sure... Coli shuddered, hugging her arms tightly around her sides. She felt awful, battered all over. She had been lucky to have been left here so close to home, because she was in no shape to travel. She was also lucky that her assailant had not decided to kill her.
With faltering steps, a rather damp Colibri followed the lake shore back across the borders of Vinátta. She had been so close the entire time, and she was still not safe; it was her duty to warn others, and not hide the truth of what had happened. At least the gist of it, the full truth would be hers alone to bear. She reached the base of a looming pine tree, leaning heavily against it for support as she tipped her head back to howl. Her voice was feeble at first, but gained a little strength as she cried out for her sister Lilin. She needed her family. .coli001 b {font-weight:bold; color:#74b09f; letter-spacing:1px; } .coli001ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#716d76; text-align:left;} .coli001 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .coli001 {margin:0 auto; width:358px; background-color:#fdfcf6; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... oli001.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #fdfcf6; padding: 170px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#716d76; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> Table by Alli!
- Lilin Soulstorm - 07-05-2012 [html] Word Count :: 445 PP approved by Miyu. ''I really think we should carve our names into the bark,'' she suggested , patting the massive trunk standing tall amidst the Sacred Grove. Their symbolic interpretation of the fabled Yggdrasil was easily recognizable, dwarfing other trees by its sheer massiveness. ''Maybe a family tree of sorts.'' Mediterranean blue irises left the white walnut tree for an instant, searching for a hint of acquiescence in the Godja's pensive sterling orbs. Vinatta's priestess did not reply immediately, too engrossed in the horgr shrine she'd designed. Lilin took a moment to stare at it, not really understanding why the stones needed to be rearranged every five seconds - it always looked the same, regardless of the minor modifications being made. Only the sound of leaves rustling in the wind dared interrupt Miskunn's train of thoughts - not even the Virding voiced her impatience, understanding the sanctity of her kin's actions. Both females shared a strong connection to the grove and its spirituality. It was out of respect for the Gods that she refrained from any additional comments, watching quietly as the pack's counselor repositioned parts of the altar. Neither women broke the quietude of the early evening - someone else did; obvious distress coming from beyond the woods. Dichotomous ears perked instinctively, fluttering lightly when Colibri's ascending melody evolved into a pained crescendo. Panic kicked into high gear then, manifesting with the quickening of her heartbeat and the immediate adrenaline coursing through her veins. Her body responded before her mind did- limbs carrying her through unbeaten trails, hopefully cutting down on the traveling distance separating the two Soul siblings. She did not wait for the Godja, confident Miskunn was only a short ways behind. Thankfully, Colibri hadn't been too far away. Her frail body, soaked and pressed against a pine tree, appeared before Lilin shortly thereafter. The sight was horrifying and subconsciously, the Virding was thankful for the setting sun. Her sister's call had been hers to answer exclusively but as she neared the abused female, the gravity of her wounds became evident. There was nothing she could do about them. ''You're okay,'' she promised then, cradling the feeble form of her eldest sibling as they both sank to the ground. ''You're safe now.'' While Colibri was most likely trembling due to traumatic events and the dampness of her coat, Lilin's body shook with a mixture of ice cold fear and boiling anger. Her own call reached out to the rest of her pack mates, for the first time openly exploiting her authority. Miskunn's arrival was made manifest when the Godja's howl amplified and projected their command from the Grand Lake to the Commune. Photo courtesy of VinothChandar, texture by DH-Textures <style>.KMTT24611_LilRain1 p {padding:0px 1px 5px 1px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .KMTT24611_LilRain1 b {font-family:verdana; color:#becfcf; margin:5px; font-size:9px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .KMTT24611_LilRain1 {background-color:#303e3e; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; color:#fefefe; line-height:12px; width:500px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://img826.imageshack.us/img826/6803/lilrain.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:329px 0px 5px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; box-shadow:2px 2px 3px #1d1d1d; -moz-box-shadow:2px 2px 3px #1d1d1d; -webkit-box-shadow:2px 2px 3px #1d1d1d;} .KMTT24611_LilRain1 .inner {margin:0 20px; border-radius:0px; border:0px ; } .KMTT24611_LilRain1 .ooc {text-align:left; font-family:verdana; color:#000000; font-size:9px; padding:1px 18px 0px 18px; border-bottom:2px dotted #000000; } p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;}</style> - Niernan Stormbringer - 07-06-2012 [html] Have a Bran and Niernan. :: 562 :: Despite having had a day off from his duties as a budding scout Niernan had not had a moments rest. He had decided that morning that his house needed to be properly cleaned up and had set about sweeping, dusting and clearing immediately. He had found a small cupboard built into the wall of his bedroom area and spent a good hour exploring and cleaning it, finding it to be large and cool inside. He had finished working a half an hour ago and was now laying flat on his back atop his hill house. The grass was long and would need tending soon, but for now it was pleasant to lie in the long grass and stare at the branches stretching across the darkening sky. Word Count ~ 562 <style>.NiernanBody .ooc {font-size:10px; font-style:italic; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; text-align: center;} .NiernanBody p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .NiernanBody { font-family: verdana, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:16px; text-align:justify; background-position: center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:px 0px 10px 0px; min-height:273px; width:597px;} .NiernanHeader {background-image:url(http://i937.photobucket.com/albums/ad21 ... Header.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; height:273px; padding:220px 0px 0px 0px; width:597px;} .NiernanFooter {background-image:url(http://i937.photobucket.com/albums/ad21 ... Footer.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; height:273px; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; width:597px;} p.wc {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:500px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style> - Saul Stormbringer - 07-06-2012 [html] <3333 A wild Honey appears. Also, I'm PPing Teme in this... because I can <33 His presence in his own pack had been non-existant in the past week and Saul didn't like it. He also didn't like the fact that he didn't have a solid reason for his absence. He hadn't seen his beloved Lilin in that time and his only company really had been his son. It had been one thing after another that had kept him away- Hermes had almost broken his leg fooling around trying to impress Grace's mare and he'd had to find some way of helping the poor horse. Life appeared to have thrown issues his way throughout the week and in reality he just wanted to forget it had all ever happen. He missed his bed and he missed his lover. Dusk was just settling over Vinátta as the grey male stumbled through his door. He was exhausted- his most recent issue had been a tree colliding with one of the outer-most houses in Jordheim and he'd spent his day shifting the great thing. He wanted to go to bed, he wanted to hunt Lilin down and relive that night of passion they'd thrown themselves in to a few weeks ago. .freeba703 b {font-weight:bold; color:#e7e1d8; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #18130b; } .freeba703 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .freeba703 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#203341; background-image:url(http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i32 ... /sZvvY.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #041521; padding: 0px 0px 170px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#afb8c0; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #203341; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .freeba703 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .freeba703 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> 603+ [/html] - Andara Desta - 07-08-2012 [html] sorry i'm late! she's in lupus. Word Count → --- Andara had been fairly close to the lake when she'd heard the first call. She knew it was meant for Lilin, but the voice sounded so pained that the girl couldn't help but satisfy her curiosity. Four slim, thinly-muscled legs wove her through the underbrush, and she arrived to see Lilin already on the scene. The young hybrid stayed hidden from sight as she rested on her haunches, keeping trees and sand between her friend and the huddled shape. The fur was familiar, but Andy didn't think she'd met the chocolate woman yet. She bore only a small part of her tail, the girl noticed, and the scent of blood tickled Andy's nose; she was hurting. It wasn't long before Lilin let out a call of her own. Andara hung back still, lingering in the cover of the trees while she watched. After all, what could she do? She didn't know how to dress a wound, though the captain had once told her that salt water could cleanse them. It still didn't seem too helpful, and the pack was sure to have a healer that could help her. Andy thought of Miskunn, and wondered if she was nearby. As if she had known, the familiar voice of the Godja came shortly after, and Andy's small, dark ears pressed hard against her skull. This was more serious than she thought. Bright lilacs flickered as more arrived on the scene; one who looked very much like Lilin. Andara stared at him for a long moment before she rose and moved in. The worry was clear on her face, knowing only that if Lilin was upset, she should be, too. Her gaze followed the injured woman and rested on the Virding, questioning. Her silence was sustained; Andara did not know enough to ask any questions. Image courtesy of efleming@Flickr; code by the Mentors! <style>.cd-templatet52 .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .cd-templatet52 p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .cd-templatet52 b {color:#411f12; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .cd-templatet52 {background-color:#62a1a5; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/pWWpN.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#072530; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:550px; text-align:justify; margin:0px auto; padding: 220px 0px 0px 0px; outline:1px solid #000000; border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none solid solid solid; border-color:#FFFFFF;} .cd-templatet52 .inner {margin:0px 10px 10px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://soulsrpg.com/images/pride/templa ... ate_bg.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none dotted dotted dotted; border-color:#3B4E48;} .cd-templatet52 .wordcount {color:#072530; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #072530; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 0px 0px 15px;} p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style>[/html] - Fritz Earl - 07-10-2012 Fritz hadn't been part Vinátta long but he still felt welcomed and like he was responsible to them and with them and for them just like they were to him. He didn't really know anyone but when the howl came for a leader he supposed and then followed soon after for a call for others as well, he felt obligated to go and eager to help his packmates in any way he could. Yet he could hear the urgency and something akin to pain and sorrow in the first howl especially. That spurned him onto get moving fast and he gave a quick farewell to his mate and headed to the scene. He would be back hopefully soon and would fill her in on what was going on, if he was allowed to do so. He didn't see why he shouldn't be able to but who knows what the call was about but he had a feeling that it wasn't something good. He didn't take any of his many weapons besides a pair of knives on a belt around his waist. He arrived on the scene to both the leaders as well a few others but his eyes went to the woman that he assumed had given the call. He gave her a quick scan for injuries but besides that did little beside stand there alert for any trouble and waiting to hear what happened so he could act quickly to help accomplish whatever was needed. His body was a bit tense and ready to spring into action. - Colibri Haki - 07-11-2012 [html] wc: 601
Turning to Saul, she bowed her head in defeat, whispering to him as she clutched Lilin's hand. "I was beaten... my head, it really hurts... m-my chest, he..." She gestured feebly toward the inflamed area, the bloody initial branded into her skin, swollen with bruises from where she had been hit. That was the worst of it, as best she could tell; she ached all over, her wrists particularly sore from those cruel claws pinning them down, as well as a more sensitive region she could not mention in front of everyone. She stubbornly wanted to clean and bandage everything herself, but that desire was quickly ebbing. She did not have the energy to take care of herself, so she would accept the help offered to her. .coli001 b {font-weight:bold; color:#74b09f; letter-spacing:1px; } .coli001ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#716d76; text-align:left;} .coli001 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .coli001 {margin:0 auto; width:358px; background-color:#fdfcf6; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... oli001.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #fdfcf6; padding: 170px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#716d76; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> Table by Alli!
- Lilin Soulstorm - 07-12-2012 [html] Word Count :: 449 -- Azure and sterling clashed as concerned glances were exchanged, the Virding silently pleading for the Godja's help, wanting to alleviate their pack sister's pain and suffering. An unrealistic request, she knew. Miskunn's solemn expression spoke a thousand words: the Gods were not subservient to their followers, they could pray to Thor but doing so would not magically appease Colibri's injuries. The priestess stood next to the pine tree, keeping a comfortable distance between the victim and Lilin's protective embrace. Her right hand clutched the Frithr necklace around her neck, mouthing silent implorations. As the Stormbringer males flooded the scene, the Soulstorm heir felt her sibling's face press deeper into her coat. She understood why, knowing that she wouldn't have appreciated the whole pack surrounding her this way. "I had no choice," she murmured into Colibri's ear before burying her nose in her damp, chocolate mane. The boys knew better than to approach too suddenly, knowing neither Soul sisters would take kindly to anyone infringing on their personal space. Saul inched forward slowly enough and with meticulousness in his eyes, he shared his intentions with the rest of the group. His green irises were already scanning the Hollr's frail body for less flagrant wounds. There was a brief moment of silence between his inquiry and Colibri's answer, during which she noticed Andara's presence and questioning gaze. Wise beyond her years, she thought fleetingly, noting the respectful behavior adopted by the youngster. Temeraire had reacted similarly and inwardly, the Virding felt an overwhelming sense of pride when looking at both of them. A large male, bearing a customary Frithr pendant, had also answered her call- a recent recruit, more than likely. Colibri's explanation, hushed and spaced-out, finally found its way to her receivers. Dichotomous ears twitched lightly, hanging on to fading words and syllables as they tumbled out of her maw."A loner is responsible for this, be on the lookout for a black dog," she finally repeated, abbreviating the description for good measure. "For the next few days, I want everyone to stay near or within the packlands if possible. Keep an eye on the Aeska, including Andara," she began, gesturing to the the russet-colored hybrid standing next to Miskunn. Temporary guest or not, however smart she was, Lilin would not allow the same fate to befall her. "Border duties should be done in groups of two, just in case." Her gaze found the three bulkiest males; Bran, Niernan and Fritz. This would essentially be their job until they determined if the perimeter was safe again. "Any questions?" she continued, purposely speaking over Colibri's enumeration of her injuries. Those were for her beau's ears exclusively; she had been exposed enough. Photo courtesy of VinothChandar, texture by DH-Textures <style>.KMTT24611_LilRain1 p {padding:0px 1px 5px 1px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .KMTT24611_LilRain1 b {font-family:verdana; color:#becfcf; margin:5px; font-size:9px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .KMTT24611_LilRain1 {background-color:#303e3e; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; color:#fefefe; line-height:12px; width:500px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://img826.imageshack.us/img826/6803/lilrain.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:329px 0px 5px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; box-shadow:2px 2px 3px #1d1d1d; -moz-box-shadow:2px 2px 3px #1d1d1d; -webkit-box-shadow:2px 2px 3px #1d1d1d;} .KMTT24611_LilRain1 .inner {margin:0 20px; border-radius:0px; border:0px ; } .KMTT24611_LilRain1 .ooc {text-align:left; font-family:verdana; color:#000000; font-size:9px; padding:1px 18px 0px 18px; border-bottom:2px dotted #000000; } p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;}</style> - Niernan Stormbringer - 07-13-2012 [html] Nier's a sap. Becca, do you wanna organise a Fritz/Nier patrol thread? :: 378 :: Coli's quiet voice just about reached Niernan's tan rimmed ears and her words of being attacked made him almost physically recoil. Almost immediately he felt hot shame wash through him; he should have been there to protect her. The logical part of his brain screamed at him to stop being so stupid, these were packlands and the surrounding areas, they were supposed to be safe, he couldn't have known that anyone was going to be attacked. He shouldn't hold himself responsible, but in some ways he did. He tried not to let any of this show but he thought that Bran gave him a sympathetic look, he knew that he and his brother would talk about this later. Word Count ~ 378 <style>.NiernanBody .ooc {font-size:10px; font-style:italic; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; text-align: center;} .NiernanBody p {padding:0px 15px 5px 15px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .NiernanBody { font-family: verdana, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:16px; text-align:justify; background-position: center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:px 0px 10px 0px; min-height:273px; width:597px;} .NiernanHeader {background-image:url(http://i937.photobucket.com/albums/ad21 ... Header.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; height:273px; padding:220px 0px 0px 0px; width:597px;} .NiernanFooter {background-image:url(http://i937.photobucket.com/albums/ad21 ... Footer.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; height:273px; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; width:597px;} p.wc {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:500px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style> - Saul Stormbringer - 07-13-2012 [html] omnomnomnom saul's a naughty boy, patrollin' on his own lol Their arrival, loud as it was, was probably not the best thing in such circumstances. It seemed to Saul that Colibri was wrapped up thoroughly in Lilin's embrace, the two tangling together with their backs to one of the older trees in the vicinity. He also understood that physical contact with anyone else but Lilin was probably going to do more harm than good- the desperate way to which the Soul female clung to her sister spoke volumes in keeping the others back. She was family, but she was fragile, breakable. There came, from Lilin's shoulder, movement from the chocolate female and Saul allowed green eyes to connect with fading blue as his own name was murmured softly alongside his cousins. A weak smile was given in return- he was here for her, in any way she wanted. .freeba703 b {font-weight:bold; color:#e7e1d8; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #18130b; } .freeba703 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .freeba703 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#203341; background-image:url(http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i32 ... /sZvvY.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #041521; padding: 0px 0px 170px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#afb8c0; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #203341; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .freeba703 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .freeba703 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> 522+ [/html] - Ezra Rosen - 07-17-2012 [html]UGH IM SO SORRY I’ve ben non-existent on ‘Souls for a while. ;; But I’m here now, hurray! (532) [/html] - Fritz Earl - 07-17-2012 OOC: Fritz is being bad and going to search for Toby on his own >.> Since he thinks that this is the same person as that attacked Selene and such. IC: There was only one other person that came after him and Fritz was still the tallest and bulkiest canine there. He couldn’t hear what the injured woman said since he was keeping his distance from her out of respect and the fact that they didn't know each other. So he turned his eyes to look at their female leader, whom he knew by sight but had never met officially. Liln spoke about how a loner attacked his packmate and that it was a black dog and something in his mind went back to who had raped Selene and that he was a black dog. Was this the same male as the one that had attacked his mate but then apologized? He didn’t know but he gave a soft growl at if so, the male had lied. But he wouldn't say anything until later, after the meeting and he had talked to Selene. The leaders then said that they where to patrol in pairs and to keep back the weaker members away from the borders. There were several members that turned their gaze to him as that was mentioned and he gave them a nod of agreement. "I would be willing to not only perform sweeps of the borders with others but if someone feels the need to be escorted, then they only need to ask for my assistance in where they wish to go." He would not let another member get hurt if he could help it. - Andara Desta - 07-18-2012 [html] wheeee, awkward andara! Word Count → --- An overwhelming sense of urgency had swept over the lake shore. Andara didn't even know most of these canines, but they just kept coming, so eager to defend their kin. She watched quietly, awestruck but useless. The whole pack was here, what more could she do? Lilac eyes watched the shaking and sobbing as Colibri spoke to Lilin. She couldn't hear what was said, but moments later, Lilin turned to address them all. As it turned out, a black dog was responsible. A loner. Like me, she realized, suddenly terrified of that unclaimed land. It had been her home only weeks ago; if Lilin hadn't found her, would it have been her sobbing and shaking, or even dead from the attack? Her gut wrenched at the thought, instinctively missing her protector. But Lilin must have anticipated her response. She spoke Andara's name to the pack, urging them to keep her safe as well. Andy wasn't an Aeska-- whatever that was-- but she had somehow earned the same protection. Her small ears pressed against her slim skull as she fell back in dismay, scrawny tail tucked. The Ethiopian wasn't used to having help, and it almost shamed her to receive it. She hadn't gotten herself killed yet, had she? Still, if there were such bad dogs running around, she would at least need to learn to better protect herself. Brooding silently over the whole matter, Andara just kept watching in a daze. The size of Lilin's family amazed her already, and this wasn't even all of them. The young girl was determined hold onto this one for as long as she could. Image courtesy of efleming@Flickr; code by the Mentors! <style>.cd-templatet52 .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .cd-templatet52 p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px;} .cd-templatet52 b {color:#411f12; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .cd-templatet52 {background-color:#62a1a5; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/pWWpN.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#072530; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:550px; text-align:justify; margin:0px auto; padding: 220px 0px 0px 0px; outline:1px solid #000000; border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none solid solid solid; border-color:#FFFFFF;} .cd-templatet52 .inner {margin:0px 10px 10px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://soulsrpg.com/images/pride/templa ... ate_bg.png); border-size:1px; border-width:1px; border-style: none dotted dotted dotted; border-color:#3B4E48;} .cd-templatet52 .wordcount {color:#072530; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #072530; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 0px 0px 15px;} p.template-credit {text-indent:0px; text-align:center; font-size:10px; font-style:italic; width:425px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto;} </style>[/html] |