Can someone edit this picture, draw antlers on the head (default antlers), and draw flowers on it, and change it to avatar size? And, also, change the eyes to green?

Thanks!

Wanderers Silent Dream

A bit of help in learning how to work/use/set up css for tabs. I'm afraid I don't much understand them.

Thank you~

Okay, so
If I say dog, you say an animal that starts with the letter 'g' and so on.
I'll start;
Deer

Contains swearing and aggression. And Rutilus.

Can anyone get a close-up screenie of the silver pelt, the left side, in good lighting, and no blur?

I need it for a reference~ All I have is a small shot.

((hi everybody!!))

It's like your a wolf with rabies.
You don't know how or why you're here,
and you don't know what's going on.
But if there's one thing on your mind,
Blood.
Death.
These are the two things you bring,
but it's not you.
It's your anger.
It has stayed inside for years,
but recently it rampaged,
and now it controls you.
Sometimes you awake
to see yourself in the middle of nowhere,
and you don't know what's happened.
You wouldn't do this,
because it's not you,
it's your anger,
and you have no control,
since your rabies
can't be treated now.
















No control.

So I've been trying to do an out line on gimp, ive try using the paintbrush in black then airbrushing the color I wanted to use, but that's not working as well. So can anyone give me some tips?

This is a response to my misunderstandings about wolves and personal demons. It is meant to be cathartic.

If you would like to help me with this journey, there are a few things I could use - a drawing or artwork of my Quad as a wolf instead of a deer; a website with more information about wolves; a picture of a wolf you find particularly beautiful; or just a comment that you feel will help. Anything and everything is appreciated.

Parts of this are graphic so be warned

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I took a walk today at a local park. I needed to clear my head. School, personal drama, and the events from the previous year had been haunting me for many months now. Before me was an entrance to a path in the woods just off of the park's walkway. I took a deep breath and walked on the trail, each step taking me deeper and deeper into nature itself.

The lighting became darker, the canopy seemed to absorb much of the sunlight. I also noticed that the further I walked, the less I heard the noise of the city around me. No longer was I hearing the sounds of cars going by, children playing, and so on...no, the further in, the quieter things got.

I heard a twig snap nearby. As I looked into the trees, I saw a figure rush past. It was too fast for me to see any details. "Must be someone's dog.", I said to myself, and continued on.

I stopped, my heart skipping a beat. There before me, right on the trail, was the body of a doe. I was completely surprised, I rarely see wild deer in this city. It was like it was out of place. But there was something else there, something frightening. Wolf!

It was biting into the deer. I watched as the carnivore ripped the doe's flesh off, seeming to swallow the bits whole.

A series of poems penned in my absence this fall... It's quite longer than I expected, in truth.

[center]Notes from Trees

1. The Wise Tree

Read the ground,
Read the gasping shreds left underhoof,
Stop crunching them.

Read tightened stems and storied bark,
Reading crisped rivers of written lines.
Read the letterforms of the veins,
Read the curl, the browning like smoldering paper:
Read the edges of the darkened spots of leaves.
Learn them.


2. The Sweet Olive Tree

Pluck a flower.
These blossoms, nose-tickling
As white clouds,
As cool, crisp air.

Let It waft from your fingertips
As they crush the scent, bright
As bark and plant-fiber, bound
As if little bouquets with woven ribbons.

3. The Redbud Tree

Avoid the sight of me until spring –
When my leaves are wet and red,
When my flowers unfold like a newbown fawn
When its legs are stick-thin and unsure in that season
When my tender petals
Are budding out flush pink.

Remember that me,
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4. The oldwood tree
Listen for my creaking --
Listen for my branches, where the wood
Listens to the dryness and lets in water, and
Listen! Insects creep
Listening to the edges of my grain.

Please do some trimming.
Let new growth come.

5. The rustling tree

Catch the sound
Caught in a breeze so light it
Catches against your ear like the edges of hand.

Catch the voices of those airy spirits
Caught in the cages of my twigs –
Catch in your hand the sung- out rustling

Understandings from cloud-tips.
Keep them close.

6. The old oak tree

Let the light
Fall on you in puddles
In drops like rain
Or dapples on the back of a wild horse.

Let my branches shield you
As I do crows, or the squirrels
Who crawl across
The landscape of branching rivers I create.

Let me thank you for exhaling,
For making the breath
I breathe.


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