Riven's Bio, a work in progress. This will eventually be an info hub for all of Riven's writings, updates and mishaps. Stay tuned for more! It's going to be full of updates, additions and edits for a while - Pardon my dust ^^;

CSS testing in progress - the frankenstein lives! XD

A frog goes into a bank and approaches the teller. He can see from her nameplate that her name is Patricia Whack.

On my blogs the comments keep cascading down...


...and I haven't messed with the CSS...

And it's weird because no other blogs do this...




....and they get smaller and smaller until I can hardly read...

Ever been faced with a decision pertaining to hair?

My hair is LIKE all dead. I think I'm going to cut off three inches.

But I've always had long hair...

I hope this doesn't come out horrid.

[=10]The gossamer blue doe of the Ruins stepped quietly. Her hooves were trimmed with gold, and her eyes were the most beautiful amethyst—like the violets before her. She had always had a fondness for those flowers, always so overlooked by the violently red poppies, always carried by the quiet, poetic stags or the melancholy wanderers. Sometimes she would sit, very still, in a circle of the purple blossoms, and simply watch the others go by, on business of their own, the stags with their great necks and antlers and the does with their slender legs and beautiful eyes. Occasionally, one would pause near her, entranced by her eerie beauty, and she would smile fleetingly, her magpie mask obscuring those off-putting irises. She would then turn, listening to the soft rustling of the violets once more, and the deer would curiously step away.

Now, it was nearing twilight. The flowers were a dark, shaded lavender, and she was careful to not break a petal. She was heading somewhere—where, she had no clue. But she was going somewhere, across this Forest, and she was going to find something there... The Ruins had become a shadowy mass, far behind the little doe, and as she walked her legs tired and her eyelids fell. Those unnerving orbs were covered for now. It was dimming, dimming; the only light, far as the eye could see, shone from the clear marble of the Twin God’s statues. It was an odd light—shining and smooth—and radiated in a stark circle upon the hill.

With a withering sigh, she climbed the hill and rested upon it primly, tucking her yellow legs neatly against her side. Slumber did not come yet, but weariness came. She focused her gaze on several deer scattered throughout her vision, watching the rise and fall of their chests and the twitches of their ears. Their gentle breathing was enough to make her rest her head along the lines of the pedestal that the Gods sat upon—just touching it brought a sudden warmth, and she shivered in surprise.

Name: Persephone
Age: Young adult/juvenile (17 in human years)
Gender: Female
Appearance: Tall, but lightly-built, with lean muscles and long legs, ears, and tail. Her fur is long, as well, and grows longer and thicker in the winter months. She has large, dark eyes and an aristocratically angular face, with a slightly aquiline snout and a defined jawline.
Set: Real Deer Mask, Noh/Doe Antlers, Night Pelt or Dark Real Deer Pelt.
Personality: Introspective and observant; somewhat quiet and shy. She trusts does more than stags, but tries to be polite and friendly regardless. Persephone has a sarcastic, but silly sense of humor and she loves nothing more than to run around and play, but at times, she can be moody and unsocial. In spite of being naive, Persephone is very intelligent and tries not to let herself be fooled. She is also very good-natured and likes helping others, and hates fighting of any kind.
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this!! eehehhe lines by tuhka!

Jewel is a young fawn, she is only 2 weeks old. But her mother dissappeared shorty after she was born, she has had the aid of other deers but to this day she still searches for a new mother. Jewel is very sweet, a little shy but quite outgoing. She is open to almost anyone, a frog, a deer, a bird, she comfurtable with anyone! If Jewel wants you has her parent, she will come up to you and bow. But if you reject she will emiedietly ran away.
Fur color: Fawn Pattern
underside fur color: white
Eyes: Deep Blue
Other Traits: N/A
Gender: Female
Age: 2 weeks
Appearance: Cute
size: Small and petiet
weight: average fawn
Mate: To young

Gawsh i hate asking... but.. i just can't figure the CSS out! I just need a white backround with dark grey chiller font. And black sides. HELP?

I awake, I hear others call around me, I hear the chittering birds above me.
I see a little fawn run by, I get up and I hear the clopping of my hooves on the ground.
I jump down from my stone perch, I walk proudly to the river showing off my antlers.
I arive at the river, a fellow being trots up to me, he gifts me a new face, I bow in thankfulness.
I go to get a drink, a frog swims by my face, I feel something, inside of me I feel my instink.
I gallop to the twins, I bow to them, they gift to me a beautiful glowing white coat.
I trot to the playground, my magnifisant coat dissappers, a blue cloud is all that is left.
I hear a roar, a creature of my kind punkchers my ears, she calls to me, she says "Keep Away!"
I see that she is protecting her two kids, one of them runs up to me and bows.
I bow back, the mother uses her beautiful crown to scare me off, I bow and run off.
I run to the river and I fall in, my face is gone, it has washed away in the river somewhere.
I am sad, that face was unique, I liked it, a child runs up to me, she bows, she rubs up agentce me.
I sniff her, a large stag runs up to me and taunts me, the child runs behind me, I roar.
I shout "Go away! Go!" the child runs into the river and transforms into a frog, the stag runs away.
I watch the young one emerg from the river, she bows and gallops off.
I trot back to my resting chaimber, I lie down, I rest my head, I fall alseep, I Am The Deer.