Uhmmm.... Is it just me, or have there been more frogs around since the fog lifted?

Cause I wanna crush them all so there is nothing left... ugh... they are slimy...

(yeah you know who you are... flashin from deer to frog like that... scaring poor bluebird out of his wits! lol)

....with Bluebird.

I want to know if someone could please make me a CSS for him based off of a few things, since I am so confused by CSS....

1. I would like it to be classy. Frank Sinatra is his voice so I would like something as classy as blue-eyes himself.
2. I would like it to have buttons that go to his appearance, his personality,and his relationships. His thoughts would be the homepage.
3. I would like something to do with feathers, since he is based off of birds.
4. I would like that new thing people have going on with the "Home, Recent posts, etc" on the top.
5. I would like it to be colored like the forest is right now, dulled nature colors, if possible. As well as either silver or gold.
6. His speech color is #6D7B8D So if you can, make it so that that specific color does show up.



I would be happy to write something for you, since I am not the best artist. You can make it about whatever you want.

This is wonderful. I love the colors of a foggy forest.

If you have an animal-spell, could you have a set saved UNDER it, like minis can keep their antlers and stuff when they log-off?

Just wondering.... Has nothing to do with a certain doe's plot

Does anyone want to spar with bluebird?

He needs a sparring partner and I need to vent.

.....

I just saw a deer with my picto... the crying idol mask...poppies in their antlers, and the spotted real-deer pelt on

I switched their pictograms. Bluebird needed a silly one, and since Donoma is just my everydeer, she gets the one that looks like legs.

I pull free, the roots snapping at my ankles.
The grasses that shelter me fall off like old clothes cut away.
Stumbling, I try my new legs.
They are very wobbly at first, it makes me laugh.

I stumble, fall and rise again, because fallen trees die.
This first adventure away is thrilling, though I have not made it very far from where I started.
I smile as the warm sun redundantly dapples my coat.


I try further, further than the two small trees, further than the little hill.
I grow weary climbing it with my wobbly new legs.
I fall, but not on to hard ground.
Soft white breaks my fall.

I fall asleep in that warm white fur.




~Baum