- Created By Water Nymph
Story
I haven't Found a name for this yet, But it is going to get a lot more interesting, I promise!
Enjoy! 
There was once a young girl who lived in the woods with her parents. Her father often went out to hunt, leaving the girl and her mother to do the house chores, as was proper during their time. Because the girl was oblivious to the strain it put on her mother when she did not help, she often snuck into the woods after her father had left. Her mother had not worried about the girl since the she was very young. The girl had often snuck off, leaving the mother to worry herself sick, not knowing where she had gone. But after so many times of the girl leaving and always re-appearing after a few hours or so, the mother had gotten accustomed to the strange cycle. She partly understood her daughter’s free spirit, and connection with nature. Her mother had been the same way, so it must have skipped an offspring, cursing her child with the horrible wanderlust. By the time the girl was six, she was able to draw an extensive map of the surroundings of their small cabin. One day, the girl disappeared once again, her mother thinking nothing of it. The young girl, thinking she knew everything by now – she was eight years old, so of course she knew everything there was to life! – was wandering farther from home than she ever had. The same old woods surrounding their house were getting boring, and she knew them by heart for at least a mile or two in all directions from the house. It was time for her to explore the new areas that had new adventures, and new things to see. So on that cloudy day, when it looked about to rain any moment, the girl came upon a clearing. She was far away from her house now, so she stepped forward cautiously through the tall grass. Softly she stepped, so as not to make any noise, should anything be preying upon her. Ready to bolt if she heard any noise, the girl kept walking, as slowly as she had ever stepped in her life. As she moved further into the clearing, the girl saw something dark in the grass ahead. She froze, careful not to make another move or sound, and let her eyes adjust to the far away shape. If her eyes were correct, it was a crumpled body lying in the grass, on its side. The girl cautiously moved forward, trying to watch all directions at once. Slowly she crept, making progress one step at a time. When she finally reached the body, she could see it was still breathing. As she knelt beside it, she realized that it was a young man. More a boy, on the verge of manhood, she supposed. She gently turned the boy to his back, and gasped at the wound she saw on his shoulder. It was a deep gash, slowly seeping blood. The girl thought nothing of it as she tore the boy’s shirt down the middle and back, slowly pulling the piece off his shoulder. Then she ripped a long strip off the torn shirt. She held him up just enough to wrap the bandage around the back of his shoulder, careful not to lift him too high, for fear of disturbing the wound. As she finished wrapping the bandage tightly, she realized she would have to risk moving him. She had no idea if she could make it all the way back to the cabin, but she had to try. Carefully she grabbed his shoulders and pulled.
Rice Balls!
Me and my sisters made Rice Balls yesterday. IT was really fun
Although, I haven't got the hang of it quite yet, 'cause they sorta turned out as squishie rice balls 
But they taste really good! I think I know what to do next time to make them turn out better. Wish me luck! :D
Woops
Okay lol I didn't know you could only post three pictures every 24 hours....
Oh boy, this is going to take a few days to get all my art up.
Oh well. Enjoy anyway
New Site.
K, So this is WhyteRaven, but I couldn't remember the password to that account. I tried to do "forgot password". It sent me the e-mail, but when I clicked the link, it brought up the page and said "An error has occured, password not changed"....
I have no idea how to fix it. But Anyway, if you see me put art up with the same sig on it as WhyteRaven, don't worry I didn't steal it. It's the same person
