« Sais-tu qui est ce dieu sculpté sur la pierre près de laquelle tu te tiens ? » Chuchota Sinân à l’oreille du faon ; et comme celui-ci ne répondait rien, elle poursuivit : « Sans cesse, des larmes coulent de ses yeux, bien que, toujours, tu le verras sourire. C’est le dieu Créateur, Celui-qui-n’a-pas-de-nom.» Alors le faon demanda en pensée : « Ô Mère du Savoir, qu’a-t-Il créé ? » Et la déesse, voltigeant et clignotant autour de lui, répondit : « Rien de moins que le Monde, et tous les astres qui l’environnent ! Les dieux sont ses enfants, et chaque être Lui doit la vie. » « Comment les a-t-il créés ? Poursuivit Chaman. Et pourquoi pleure-t-il ainsi en ayant l’air de se réjouir ? » Et la déesse de continuer : « Je te dirai tout cela, car c’est sa création qui le fait tantôt sourire et tantôt pleurer. Et c’est avec des larmes qu’il a pétri les premières créatures. » Et le faon, de plus en plus étonné : « Et comment a-t-il fait ? »
« Au commencement des temps, dit Sinân, le jour n’existait pas, et le Créateur errait dans la nuit, seul et triste ; c’est pourquoi, plein de douleur, il laissa deux larmes s’écouler de ses yeux et tomber sur la terre. Et Il vit que la terre se mélangeait avec cette eau qu’Il avait sécrété, aussi, façonna-t-il deux êtres puissants et nobles, deux cerfs aux gigantesques ramures, et quand Il les eut pétris, Il souffla dans leur bouche et leur donna vie. Lorsqu’Il les vit marcher et galoper par les grands espaces, le Créateur se réjouit, et sourit pour la première fois. »
Alors Chaman demanda : « Et qu’advint-il des cerfs ensuite ? Car ils ne devaient rien avoir à faire dans les grands espaces vides et nus des Commencements… »
« Ils se battirent. Répondit Sinân. Et leur bataille fut si violente qu’ils se tuèrent l’un l’autre, inondant le sol de leur sang, et laissant plantés en terre leurs quatre bois extraordinaires.
Well, instead of having just a vertical list of fanart I wanted to ask if anyone could show me the coding for making a horizontal scrollbar. Any help is appreciated greatly, and thanks in advance c:
Edit: I now know how to make the actual scrollbox, however the images are not in the middle, the bottoms of them are cut off...and making the box vertically bigger does nothing s: Also, how can I insert a smaller picture that is a link to a bigger picture? Like [ url = "directlink"][ img] "smaller image of original"[/ img][ /url] o.O
I dunno if any of this is censor worthy... but just in case. It's about my character, The Creeper, and this is him thinking his thoughts as he looks at the forest as a whole, and gets ready to do his dirty work.
It's two in the morning, I'm working on art and desperately hoping this guy cares to talk to me. So I won't be sleeping for a little bit. :B Got any quiet music you're fond of? Think Ingrid Michaelson or Joe Purdy style-wise, I've been playing them all day, lol. <3
June 9, Wednesday Rain has always brought back bad memories for me. Actually nearly ever weather condition reminds me of something I wish would have never happen...
I wake up in the down pour and watch as deer young and old scatter for cover to avoid getting drenched. I, on the other hand, was already completely soaked. And so I walked aimlessly about unlike them. After some time a approached the fogged in ruins. The water hit the ancient stones with such force it created a mist about the area. There were a few deer here who were seeking refuge from the rain. There was Wesker watching carefully over his beloved Kaoori as she slept. There was also a doe with gray fur and long pointed feather antlers. She concealed her face with a deer mask and lay beneath the arches which fenced in the graveyard. I actually thought she was sleeping for a long while until she suddenly ran off into the woods. I lay down in between the graves, my body sloshed in the mud with every breathe. The atmosphere was so relaxing, the dark sky, misty ruins, and constant pitter-patter of rain. Yet still, dark memories lurked in my mind.
I listened calmly to the new calls of the forest, there were so many new deer. A young fawn called off in the distance and his cry was drowned by the rain. Everything was drowned by the rain, from the cheery attitude of the deer to the glistening grass and trees. It seemed everything was made solemn by its presence.
[=10][i]I stood up covered in mud. I looked completely atrocious. The rain could not even remove the mud from my pelt, but it was the least of my worries. I got up and ran towards a large crowd I could hear faintly off in the distance. By the time I arrived they all seemed to have dispersed to a covered area, so I returned to resting near the pond.
I lay there, nothing interesting was happening. My eyes found nothing to focus on and they stared off.
A year ago
This trivial matter started
With light jokes and hearty laughter
But as quickly as a snowflake turns to waters
Things took a turn for the worse
Harsher woods were spoken
From one to another
Spring to summer
Pranks were played
Only to annoy
And dance on each other nerves
As fall approached
Fists were threatened
But never used
Come December
Blood corrupted that pure snow
He took a swing
The other person did the same
Only this outcome was worse
It put a stop to all the nonsense
But in a tragic way
He lay to rest 6ft under
Now tell me why
This revenge is bittersweet to the lips
