A bit of help in learning how to work/use/set up css for tabs. I'm afraid I don't much understand them.

Thank you~

Okay, so
If I say dog, you say an animal that starts with the letter 'g' and so on.
I'll start;
Deer

Contains swearing and aggression. And Rutilus.

Can anyone get a close-up screenie of the silver pelt, the left side, in good lighting, and no blur?

I need it for a reference~ All I have is a small shot.

((hi everybody!!))

It's like your a wolf with rabies.
You don't know how or why you're here,
and you don't know what's going on.
But if there's one thing on your mind,
Blood.
Death.
These are the two things you bring,
but it's not you.
It's your anger.
It has stayed inside for years,
but recently it rampaged,
and now it controls you.
Sometimes you awake
to see yourself in the middle of nowhere,
and you don't know what's happened.
You wouldn't do this,
because it's not you,
it's your anger,
and you have no control,
since your rabies
can't be treated now.
















No control.

So I've been trying to do an out line on gimp, ive try using the paintbrush in black then airbrushing the color I wanted to use, but that's not working as well. So can anyone give me some tips?

This is a response to my misunderstandings about wolves and personal demons. It is meant to be cathartic.

If you would like to help me with this journey, there are a few things I could use - a drawing or artwork of my Quad as a wolf instead of a deer; a website with more information about wolves; a picture of a wolf you find particularly beautiful; or just a comment that you feel will help. Anything and everything is appreciated.

Parts of this are graphic so be warned

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I took a walk today at a local park. I needed to clear my head. School, personal drama, and the events from the previous year had been haunting me for many months now. Before me was an entrance to a path in the woods just off of the park's walkway. I took a deep breath and walked on the trail, each step taking me deeper and deeper into nature itself.

The lighting became darker, the canopy seemed to absorb much of the sunlight. I also noticed that the further I walked, the less I heard the noise of the city around me. No longer was I hearing the sounds of cars going by, children playing, and so on...no, the further in, the quieter things got.

I heard a twig snap nearby. As I looked into the trees, I saw a figure rush past. It was too fast for me to see any details. "Must be someone's dog.", I said to myself, and continued on.

I stopped, my heart skipping a beat. There before me, right on the trail, was the body of a doe. I was completely surprised, I rarely see wild deer in this city. It was like it was out of place. But there was something else there, something frightening. Wolf!

It was biting into the deer. I watched as the carnivore ripped the doe's flesh off, seeming to swallow the bits whole.

A series of poems penned in my absence this fall... It's quite longer than I expected, in truth.

[center]Notes from Trees

1. The Wise Tree

Read the ground,
Read the gasping shreds left underhoof,
Stop crunching them.

Read tightened stems and storied bark,
Reading crisped rivers of written lines.
Read the letterforms of the veins,
Read the curl, the browning like smoldering paper:
Read the edges of the darkened spots of leaves.
Learn them.


2. The Sweet Olive Tree

Pluck a flower.
These blossoms, nose-tickling
As white clouds,
As cool, crisp air.

Let It waft from your fingertips
As they crush the scent, bright
As bark and plant-fiber, bound
As if little bouquets with woven ribbons.

3. The Redbud Tree

Avoid the sight of me until spring –
When my leaves are wet and red,
When my flowers unfold like a newbown fawn
When its legs are stick-thin and unsure in that season
When my tender petals
Are budding out flush pink.

Remember that me,
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4. The oldwood tree
Listen for my creaking --
Listen for my branches, where the wood
Listens to the dryness and lets in water, and
Listen! Insects creep
Listening to the edges of my grain.

Please do some trimming.
Let new growth come.

5. The rustling tree

Catch the sound
Caught in a breeze so light it
Catches against your ear like the edges of hand.

Catch the voices of those airy spirits
Caught in the cages of my twigs –
Catch in your hand the sung- out rustling

Understandings from cloud-tips.
Keep them close.

6. The old oak tree

Let the light
Fall on you in puddles
In drops like rain
Or dapples on the back of a wild horse.

Let my branches shield you
As I do crows, or the squirrels
Who crawl across
The landscape of branching rivers I create.

Let me thank you for exhaling,
For making the breath
I breathe.


[i]7.

Just need some info to help me kick my TEFc addiction - how much time do you spend on the community site each day? Just say how many minutes or hours every day you have a web browser on the community site (not necessarily looking at the community site but you have a window or a tab open that is on the site).

The reason why I am asking is because as you may know I've realized I have an addiction to this site.

After doing some calculations on my typical schedule and when I have access to a computer, I was shocked to realize that I spend between 8-12 hours with a window on TEFc. That's why I know I am addicted to this place. I am not always looking at the site of course because part of the time I am working on homework, am away from the computer doing other things, watching TV, ect. But nearly a half a day is too long for this.

So I'm going to work on setting aside a time during the day where I can check the site but not for the lengths of time I have been. It needs to stop anyway since I've got a lot more homework and studying that needs to be done this semester. (And please don't criticize me about this, I have been using the site as a way to relax. I never intended this to happen, I didn't even realize until now that I have spent that much time.)

So how long do you spend on TEFc each day?

art is by lady-symphonia



Today
I met a doe name Ruuqa,an interesting character who accompanied me despite my quiet demeaner.
A fawn also brought a smile to my face I know not its name other than the real deer mask it wore.Shortly after leaving me a blue fawn cast the bird mask on me.Ironic in a way since I am the black sparrow.Is,it possible he knows my secret,not much I can do other than rest among these bluberries tonight






Music is the melody of life it is my heart it is the only thing that keeps me going.It flows in my veins like a breath of fresh air.I am consumed by it ,for it is the only thing that has ever given me hope.Each day it surround me and clings to my soul,it's very easy to get lost in this world of music and once you do you will never be the same.But I also have a secret I grow wings like the sparrow and can fly in the sky.Who am I,just a stranger to most but someday I'll take my throne back and become queen
Human
Name---Esmerelda Heights
Gender ---female
orientation--straight
age--- 16

Instruments she plays violin,piano,cello,and the flute .





She loves music she finds her compony in the melody and the song it creates.She is often alone because most don't give her a chance.She knows nothing of love how it is to be loved or love some one.Her exterior is very hard and cold She is the heir to the sparrow thrown but her uncle killed her father and overthough him.Because her life was jeapardy she had to flee her home in Moriantar.

As a deer
species--white tail deer
gender --female
love--none
family-none

Ruuqa--acquaintance




Enemies



She finds herself spending her time in the ruins singing with the birds.If she think she is not alone she will stop singing.She is rather skinny she tends not to eat much because she consumes herself with nature and music

Positive
Loves birds
singing
music
nature

Negative
Shy
quiet
cold
tends to really only show emotion in her music.