I'm a little upset by my picto and I was wondering if any deer could pop some ideas my way.

I made this deer 2 years ago and I had so much fun on her, but her picto never amounted to anything. I can stare at it for hours and not have a single thing that comes to mind when I look at it. And I hate that idea because I feel like no deer could ever remember me. I do not want to make a new doe just because I love the feeling of being on this account. I like the age of it, I like the memories of it. I want to make something of it.



Could anyone share what they see when they look at my picto?

It would mean so much. Thank you so much.

i just created an account and have just been browsing around. i cant wait to get the hang of this.

I'm spending my weekend with my boyfriend and our daughter. I don't have my computer to play so all I can do is check on the commumity with the phone.
How was everybodies' Saturday in the forest? In life?

Please I am severly bored and need a distraction.
Human deer it doesn't matter to me

I have


Maria

Sierra

Medina newest edition

Shima

What am I?
What beauty do these dying, falling,
Red, burning leaves have for me?
Can i make the mistake of lying,
Under the stars, worries destroyed?
Or am I doomed to be a ruby blue killer,
The leaves falling like snow around my soft form?

I am what you see,
Ruby blue lips pressed against the flesh,
Of my kill.
If you can see me,
Then am I really invisible to you?
Or am I a dead man's lover?
A widow, of sorts?

If you can see,
The sun shining,
Do you feel scared?
Hunted?
For I am a predator,
Wild and free.
I am Smilodon

Hey, community! I thought... why not make a coloring book of all your cool drawings? Just post here! :3

Yeah. I've been so busy with school that I haven't had time for my favorite community ever. I'll be back -- keep me posted -- feel free to chat when I'm on MSN... All that jazz. I don't mean to do this -- it may just be something about fall...

I'm on the very edge
The cliff so high
That there would be no return
It as thin as ice
As is slowly melting
And somehow I smile
Of when I think it can end
That this life that I have been given
Can be ended
To no longer hear
The words
A mother speaks
To her child
That her own flesh and blood is a waste

A waste she says
How refreshing to know
The one support I counted on
Can easily say such things
It puts things in perspective
And makes one resent themselves

Is it so bad to want to die
To find peace in the beyond
To no longer hear those words
Be spoken
No more sunsets
No stargazing
Just utter piece
Would it be so bad to stay on this cliff
And await
The sealed fate
It holds