So I have been in this community for awhile now; just getting back started, but I have having troubles with my art. I'm not the best drawer in the world, however I would like to become amazing. Yes, yes, yes- practice makes perfect, but I need help on what to change and how to do things. I have a drawing tablet that I use and I want to go for more of a painted look rather than blocky color inside of lines. I have Painttool SAI and free time pretty much daily. So if anyone is willing to help me find my drawing style and tips on getting things right, let me know! ^^

This game has always inspired my artist side, and I want that side to FULLY break out.

Balahin (Ball-a-hen) is just a young little thing.
Pelts of blue, pelts of whites;
it's never the same.
She stays around the Graveyard,
why could that be?
Was it her late husband
or her child to be?
She's a sad little thing,
such a waste,
on a pretty little face.

The older stag walked her way, he was a handsome young stag with a black pelt and huge antlers. I bowed to him while he watched with satisfaction. He tilt his head right and reared. Shy and weak I backed down and bowed again. He fell on his back laughing. I stood up and her face flushed red, she was confused and weak, again. The younger stags and does ran off with the handsome stag following. His legs moved in a swift motion; he stood tall and proud on the hill with sun beaming in from the middle, he reared and told me to follow. The young fawn's legs shook at first but picked up speed when she met up with him on the hill. He winked at her and took off...

The young fawn laid there next to a mushroom, the rain finally stopped; only raindrops from the tall tree flew down and touched her nose. "a-choo" she sneezed, standing up. She knocked the rest of the rain off her back and made sure her gold was still on her head. Lookng down on the purple flowers she gathered them in her small antlers and trotted off. The young fawn heard the whispers of the much older deer, the calling, fighting, jumping, changing, running, laughing of the older deer made her giggle and slowly walk towards them. The strong deer in the middle danced while the others changed him into new pelt colors. As she walked closer her left back hoof knocked a rock making it tumble backwards. The deer got quite and looked her way, with full, mean-looking eyes....