[=10]Yea... I'm not in the best mood today... hope you all find this interesting anyways (wish I was a better writer XC)

Scratch, Cut, Turn the Page, and Start Over

Shivering hands were laid upon an old musty book in an attic. It was dusty and warm up there due the strangely placed chimney that went through the archaic roof made with many hardened clay plates. Inside there were spiders and other small crawly things. It was a place for the flies to feast off each other’s dead flesh, and the spiders’ for gathering their kill. White fluffs surrounded this person’s thick black leather boots, adding to the room’s warmth. But despite its quietness and the hot air, the hands were still cold, shuddering as if something had startled them enough to move.

These were young girl’s hands, charred up and a bit small, stubby around her tiny finger tips. Upon them there were beautiful blue nails, scratching at the books rough brown surface. They sparkled as the small ray of sun coming through the window hit them, but she didn’t see beauty. All she saw were yellowed slabs of white stained plastic jabbing into gray cracked skin. Though she thought this was the truth, her clouded eyes still stared in disgust.

This girl’s hair was strictly taken care of, washed and wonderful. Each hair was silky and smooth leading to a full head of soft blonde beauty. It matched her pale skin, white like a ghost’s against the highlighted straightened strings. No, this certainly won’t do, she thought, opening the book to a clear laminated page. It was shiny and stiff, the rim silver and the page her reflection.

Her heart stopped for the second she saw it, hideous. She looked, her finger brushing the page with its beautiful tip she saw as horrifically terrifying. Dust covered her face on the image in front of her that shook every time she shifted. No matter how many times her body maneuvered, her stomach turned and her heart ached at her appearance.

May I ask of anyone that knows how to edit the text in comments and in blogs answer this.
-How do I change font size
-How do I change font type
-How do I make the font a diff. color, other than white
-How do I create a css for bios and other entrys
If any of yu can answer those questions(which I know yu can) I will be very greatful because I can't make my bio of rihame and other entrys awesome if I still don't know how. Please make your descriptions understandable please.

The trees shook, and the bushes bristled. The pines scratched in the wind making intericate sounds in which were soft and loved. It wasn't until then was there a loan fawn in the woods, making crys for its mother, but still, she was no where to be seen. Nor did the young spirit hear her sweet voice that was the sound of her soft fur. He was on his way, until he saw another deer come out from behind a tree.

The leaves rustled on the trees, and the bushes struggled to stay upright. Through the darkness, you could see the red eyes of wolves hiding throughout the trees while deer and other innocent animals said their silent prayers. The forest didn't always used to be this way. There was a time when the wolves weren't in power, when the deer were rulers of the forest and life was peaceful. None of this would've happened if weren't for a fawn, who's life was fuled by pride containing curiousity. The wolf's ruler first started with a pawstep. One pawstep that made a clitter clatter, absorbed by the ears of a wolf. Before we go much farther, we must explain the story of how all this even came about. We must travel into the story of Into the forest.

Curban opened his voilet eyes that shined in the sun. The ground of which he slept was warm, but the air was still fresh and cool. The trees stood tall before the small fawn, as he looked up at their bark, trying to find the eyes in which they watched him. Curban really didn't know if the great trees really could see him, but it wasn't to late for him to ask his mother if it was true. The fawn must've not noticed that the warm fur that was against his back last night wasn't there. Curban perked up his ears in search for a sound. Finally, he gave up and looked back to where she was sitting. There was an inscription that said, went to gather herbs, be back soon. Oh well, thought Cruban, I guess I can survive on my own four legs for a while until she arrives, and with that, he waited for her return.

It must've been hours before he was bored out of his mind. It's been a very long time since the time she had left this morning. When was she going to be back, thought Curban. The young fawn was starting to become worried, what if she never came back? What if he would have to learn to survive on his own for the rest of his life? A whisper interrupted his thoughts. It said to follow the sound, and it would lead him to his mother.

How exactly do yu create css for bios and stuffs. I just can't figure out how. I was wonderin if any a yu could help me with it....please

SIZE: Giant; bull male size
APEARANCE QUALITIES:
Mask:
-bright voilet eyes
-blood drain
-torn ear
-scratches above eyes(fights)
-bright red horns located on forhead
-Horse's skull(a bit shaped like this)
-eyes are menacing
-ring in nose/ear
-blood located on bottom of chin
-mask color, regular
-scar over eye
Horns:
-tips are bloodstained
-bright red in color(a little brown)
-large in size(zombiedeer horns)
-red scars located toward roots
Pelt/Body:
-Skeletal pelt
-Large scruff
-scars located on chest
-long black tail
-medium size spikes across back
-tuffs on rump, hooves, and cheeks
-Hooves are white
-Hooves contain scars
-fluffy underfur
-rings on ears and tail


PERSONALITY TRAITS:
-Menacing
-A tease
-Prideful
-Pertective
-Loving only to some he cares about
-Reckless
-Sly
-Unfair
-Temperative
-Hatred
-Clever
GENDER: bull male;(alfa if considered wolf
SOUND: growl, or hiss

FIGHTING:
-Head but
-Slash of the horns
-paws the ground
-bite/scratch
-rear/buck
-tail smack
-roar/hiss
-threaten
-shake head

FEELINGS:
-Pride
-Anger
-Love
-Forgiveness
-Slyness
-Worry
FRIENDS:
-Licor
-Lilac
-Anjali
-Splinters
-Truban
HISTORY:
Rihame first lived in a forest full of life and tranquility, until wolves with knashing teeth and bloody hearts and tongues took and captured his family, leaving rihame to survive on his own. Rihame never knew he was ever destine to be alone his whole life, but for the love of his friends and the soal of mother nature was he ever able to survive the harsh climates of the world.

BELIEFS:
Rihame will never believe that another deer will be better than him. For his father has said that one who has pride in his heart will gain victory over the kindness of defeat.

Have yu ever heard of this stuff called Flarp? Its kinda like silly putty, but when yu squish it, it makes weird noises. Its really funny because it makes retarded fart noises that r jus plain halarios! I`m pretty sure that I will never get over how funny it sounds! Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!

I was thinking, sense its close to christmas, I thought that I would ask for some pictures of Rihame. I'm accepting any other deer that want their picture drawn. I love to draw for people. I will draw anyone's deer if they accept to draw mine, kind of like an art trade. I would do it for a repayement. I would do it for free, but I need some pic. to use. I would like it if you did an animation of my deer the most, but you can choose.

I just thought that I would share some of my story, dragon clan with you guys. Its going to be great! This story is about a clan of dragons, fighting agiainst the wolves of Nor. The main character, Raven, plans to save her clans' dragons from the bloody claws of the wolves. She finds ways to make peace, within her clan and on the outside. On her travels, many lives are lost, but in the end they remain in peace. I think that its going to be great. I wonder if you guys will too. Here go's...

I would reallly love it if anyone made a pic. of rihame! I don't have anything to make the pic. with so I was a wonderin if someone else could make one.



yah thats what he looks like so, I guess you guys could make me one of him (btw, rihame is the one on the right).