hm.. a try at something

Hollow's Forest, redone. * not finished*
It was in that twisted place named Hollow’s Forest where I found the true meaning of wonderland. It was a place where the trees contorted to their moods and the birds sang songs instead of chirping. Shadows move and follow to their hearts content. Flowers stare and ponder their fates with vanity and egotism. Rabbits obsess and pedophile jaguars speak French. Smoky dragons speak in riddles and tea parties celebrate death. Also, keep an eye out for those demented tree queens that are out to get you……
Ladies and gentlemen… Welcome to Hollow’s Forest.
It was in Hollow’s Forest that I descended reality into what I like to call a little dose of surrealism. I had to cross through that stupid forest. I was on my way to my aunt’s house and the forest was the only way to get there in less than two hours. In my pack laid the little pastries that my mother had baked for my aunt. The warm aromas of spicy cinnamon and banana seep into the air around me as I walked along the straightforward path. Whispers of dust filled my footsteps as my feet shuffled along the traveler’s way. Yes, keep moving, that’s it. Don’t stop moving and I will certainly get there before Dark comes with her unknown mist of mystery and vulnerability. Slowly a breeze crept and made its way down my spine. In effect, I pulled the crimson red shawl closer to block out the unwanted intruder from my flesh. I wasn’t afraid, even though I had been told ever since I could listen that hollow’s Forest was haunted. Yeah right.
The sounds of far off animals could be heard all around. The croaking of toads from the swampy marsh pond a few yards off echo like a chorus of tribal drums. The twittering of little birds made it sound as if I walked into a minuscule urban city of some sort. The far off pitter-patter of, what I hoped to be modest fox mothers and their kits, crackles leaves gently. I paid the sound no mind, as I was determined to not let my obsession get the best of me. No, I had to focus on getting to Auntie’s house. I had no time to worry about such ridiculous things such as the trickery of my superstitious psyche.
Deep in the forest, he watches and waits. The sweet smell of sandalwood and cinnamon tickles his snout like a feather in the carefree wind. The fur on his spine rises are he takes in the sight of his helpless quarry. He was hungry and she was wandering freely into his abode. He couldn’t take her yet though. It would be too simple, too easy. Yes, he was above taking the easy route. He’d have to wait until dark, he’d have to keep her within his grounds until then. Oh, how he loved the chase. Slowly, his sweet howl escaped from his snout lips like it was the sweetest note in his surreal world. She reminded him of Maryann, his love, lost in the twisted Wonderland of his Hollow’s Forest. She was surreally stuck in the distortion that she was out of harm's way. She was definitely mistaken, for this wolf had teeth. His lips turned up into a sly grin at his own thoughts, watching his prey dart deeper into his territory. The darkness was approaching, he could see, for the sun had begun to sink.
I heard him even before I saw him and I didn’t even truly wait to see him before I started to kick up dust in my wake. The bone-chilling banshee howl of a wolf was enough to give me incentive to run into the unknown parts of the forest, off the well traveled path. I saw a flash of white as my peripherals started to blur, speed twisted everything around me. Red crimson flied behind me as my shawl caught the self-made wind as I whirled through the forest, which for some reason had become murky with strange shadows. The darkness increased as I ran farther and farther through the old oak spines. I kept going and going, it seemed as if the forest was endless. Then I saw it, my rescue. True, the sight of the rough and dangerous river would probably make most stomachs turn with motion sickness, but alas it was the bridge that caught my eye. If only I could make it across. The bridge was something straight out of an Indiana Jones flick. It was small and narrow and looked as if one step might send you hurling down to the rabid rapid below, but it was my chance to get away. No way josé was Alice Summers going to be dinner tonight.
Yeah, I was scared as I took the first step across the first plank of the swinging bridge, but the howl that erupted from behind me changed that real quickly. I started to take a second step and a third, it was on the fourth step that I started to hear growling from behind me. I slowly turned around, avoiding sending myself off the bridge and faced the snarling creature.
Once my eyes met it’s eye, I couldn’t look away from the huge wolf-like creature. It didn’t completely look like a wolf because of it’s size. It was bigger then me! It looked like a rapid dog from hell and it seemed determined to make me it’s food. They were fury red like a fire truck and staring straight at me like I was a la carte. I was only able to tear my eyes away from the glowing red when suddenly one of it’s claws made a swipe at me, that’s when my breath failed me. See, I was so captivated by it’s eyes that I forgot to check if it had nails….or in this case claws that could make a big bad lion humble.
“Oh sugar snaps.” My voice whispered across the bridge, which he must have thought was funny because a grin seemed to slowly spread across its muzzle. The wolf was grinning.

Alrighty, I have a character on this utterly cool site, Daeluin.com. I need to make a banner/avi for her, but I alas can not create one. Pretty please someone make me one, preferably someone who has tons of time on their hands and wouldn't mind something to do.
My character is a werejaguar female.
Name; Bast Kali Irishna( Yes, I use this name alot)
Age: 15
Species: Werejaguar
gender; female
weight; around 100 pounds
height; 5 feet
eyes; pure pitch black when in human form, in jagaur form; emerald green
hair; burgendy red, down to her waist.
skin; pale porcline color when in human form
Her Jagaur fur is pitch midnight black with silver spots in the moonlight.
Jagaur Form;
Eyes: emerald green
Fur: Black, with silver spots that are visable in the moonlight
Height/Build: 152 pounds, 5 feet 2 inches from ears to end of tail, slender
Scars:none.

Companions;
a Black Jaguar
Name: Morado
Characteristics;
Morado is almost exactly like Bast in jaguar form, the only thing is that he is truelly nothig but a panther. Bast and him have developed a telepathic bond of friendship. The only way you can tell Bast from Morado in black jaguar form is that Bast is slightly smaller. Morado protects her like a big brother and has been with her since she was a small child. His eyes are of the iciest baby blue.



I was wondering if you would do something with Human Bast in the forground then Jagaur Bast and Morado in the backround.

I was wondering if anyone could make me a signature for a website with the profile of my character.
The first thing you notice about this young girl is her burgundy hair, a purplish red, quite audacious but beautiful nonetheless. It is wavy but not to the point of utter tanglement. Her hair goes down to her waist and is usually put up in a braided ponytail. The second thing you notice is her eyes, they look like a midnight black but are really a dark, dark brown. She has one lazy eye, a problem she has had since she was little. She can see perfectly, but her vision can get dizzy is she strains her eyes too much. Her skin is pale as porcelain, mostly because of her heritage. She is the type of person that can never get a tan no matter how hard she tries. Another thing you notice is her height, as she is very short, even for her age. Her slenderness only adds to her height. She was born four weeks premature and it shows for her size, she is not exactly a midget just small, but it has some benefits. Her bone structure is quite brilliant, high cheekbones grace her lovely face. Her wrists are frail looking and look as if wind could snap them. Her voice is one that confuses people. Her accent can change depending on her mood and situation from a French accent to a southern, and can even sometimes sound English. In any of her accents, her voice sounds mousey and high pitched and when she is upset or mad, her voice pitch goes higher, which sends people into fits of laughter.Do not be fooled by this little one, thinking that she is innocent. Withing her appearence lies her deciete. Her more powerful and magical form is a werejaguar. She can transform into a midnight black jaguar with emerald green eyes.


I was thinking a black jaguar in the backround with green eyes, pweety pweeze!

just for the fun of it I wanna see the results. The Theme is 13 ghosts. I suggest googleing the Black Zodiac if you need ideas, but I want you to do a member of the black zodiac. have fun.
subm,it as 13 ghost black zodiac position)

This is mostly for anyone who is looking for a challenge. Every week, I will pick a theme and everyone is welcome to make a peice that they interpret that theme as. There is no prize, no intense competition, unless you make it so, just something for fun.

Theme; Reborn

Just make sure, you label the title as such.
good luck, and be creative,
Bastkali