December 22, 2010 - 11:06am — bigcrow
I'd like to do something with my bio page, but I'm about as computer literate as a drunk lemur. A lot of people here are ridiculously talented when it comes to coding their pages... if any, what sites did you use to learn CSS? What tips do you have? Can you help me out with learning/making up my page? Thanks again x) I know I ask a ridiculous amount of questions around here, but you've all been helpful in the past, so I thought I'd bug you all one more time!
December 22, 2010 - 7:11am — RedEmery101
Hello, and thank you for checking out this mild complaint.
Basically, I'm having trouble with calling/roaring, I know 'how' it's just I heard and read that there are other ways to call then just the normal roaring. There's an angry roar sad roar and I'm sure more. But I've looked 'Everywhere' and there doesn't seem to be a topic on 'how' many there are. Is there a link or something to Every interaction present. Forgive me I'm new, so I have no idea how all the emotes/interactions work. Thank you! for taking the time to read this and possibly answer.
December 22, 2010 - 5:00am — Seed
Oh, to dance with my beloved in the fireflies, the music of our hoofbeat, the beating of soft wings, the stirring of flowers, delicate as the movements of angels... Perhaps this is the sort of touch I would fight for, her pressing against my neck as we dance... Perhaps it is something that cannot be fought for.
The day started with the realization of twilight, and the fact that I lost my candles. Ah, well -- the Lightbringer's Festival will allow me to get some more. I saw Saosin and Virgil on the hill and went to join them. While I'm not sure why he was a fawn, I was very happy to see him. We sat together, snuggled close, watching the red sink into the earth like water. Eventually both fell asleep, and I considered joining them...
Until I noticed her. I hadn't seen my dear wife since my return (and oh, is that a story to tell), and so we immediately fell to catching up and nuzzle-tagging. Then I led her to the fireflies, in a patch of flowers. We danced. We ran. Our bodies swerved and dipped like those bright stars. I could not stop touching her: her ear like the tattered edge of the wing of a fallen butterfly; her soft wet nose like the ground after the rain; her warm neck ; her soft fur, gleaming in the dimmed light. We'd dance and then leap, we'd leap and then circle each other like watchful birds; we'd circle and we'd laugh and nuzzle one another. The flower patch formed, to me, a long infinity sign, and as I turned figure eight upon figure eight, chasing after her, I felt a bright infinity, and endless future, on me.
Of course, eventually someone showed up and startled my little bird into flight, and we ran into the birch forest, where I had to say my farewell.
I've seen a good many of my friends since my return: they've all done such a fine job of welcoming me home. I'm sorry if today wasn't very coherent; it's the fireflies, you see.
But I'm glad to see that things are well. I'm glad to feel back.