How do you put a picture as your signature?

Can you go online so we don't have to blog every time we chat?

Mask: deer skull
Coat: Brown with white stripes on back
Antlers: Brown candle antlers

And thank you so much Moogie4!

Wow! Moggie4's animation is awesome! (I have to settle with wolf picture ) Can you make me one Moogie4?

Before you read you should read my first one called .:Skittywolf:.

I continue to lay over my dead parents crying. The stag walks over to me, I glare at him. "Why didn't you save them?!" I screamed. "There wasn't enough time." He answered. "Yes there was." I said looking away. "There was too much time." He looked over his shoulder at another stag. "We have to go." He said as if nothing was wrong. I got up slowly, looking at the ground. He walked over to the other stag slowly as I followed. I didn't want to know him as "The stag" so I asked him. "What's your name?" He looked up in the trees. "Stonefeather." He finally answered. We walked slowly until we met with the other deer. Then he stopped. "What's your name?" He asked as if we were becoming friends. I looked down. "Skittywolf." I answered. He smiled "I will call you Skitty." He said happily. "I guess I'll call you stone." I said pouting a little. I heard something behind me and, looked back to see wolves eating my parents bodies. "No!" I screamed stopping in dead place. Stone looked at me with worry. "Don't blame them, they are starving to death." He said trying to make a point. I glared at him. The stag next to Stone ran off seeing the wolves. Stone looked at him with disappointment, then walked to me. "Come on." he said, sadly. "Don't baby me cuz I'm not one." I said staring at the ground. "Well your sure acting like one." He giggled to himself. Anger rose up inside me. "YOU WOULD ACT LIKE ONE TOO IF YOUR PARENTS DIED!" I screamed as loud as I could. I ran off into the forest not caring where I was going or knowing. Thorn bushes scraped my skin and, I started to bleed. I ran faster and, soon crashed into a large tree branch near the ground. everything went black as I heard the sound of wolves snarling.

Why do people always comment on blogs that have pictures? I can't draw pictures like that cuz I'm only 11 but, I can wright great stories but most people don't care enough to even leave 1 comment hopefully someone will leave a comment for this blog D:<

Coat: Normal fawn coat
Antlers: None
Mask: None
Favorite place: Drink plaat
Favorite thing to do: Play with friends
Favorite food: Rasberries
Current place: River
Diary: It's cold and dark out, all the deer left and I'm alone. I hear wolves out and, I'm scared. I miss my family hopefully they will return soon and, we can all find a dry spot. I'm slowly drifting to sleep but I can't with wolves out, I try to get up but my leg has been broken slipping in mud.
I hear wolves howl, they close in closer, I have no where to run. I see a whole pack stalking toward me. I close my eyes and wait for death. Suddenly a stag runs out and, throws a wolf with his large antlers. The whole pack charges for him but, he throws them off like nothing.
I try getting up but my legs bail out again.
The wolves yip and, quickly run away. I sit still waiting for the stag to move away but, he just moves closer. I stare into his golden eyes. He helps me up with his antlers and, he looks toward me as if he wants me to follow. so I slowly walk to him and, I follow him. He leads me to an empty tree trunk and, I lay to rest. Next morning I am alone again but, at least I can see. I look outside at the landscape, I see something that looks like to deer resting. Run toward them with happiness in my heart. I start to move in slowly seeing blood. I shortly notice they are my parents. I start to run franticly hoping they aren't hurt but, I was completely wrong. I moved in, blood all over them. They were dead. I lay there crying over them and, that's where I lay now, waiting for deer to return.

The meaning of life.......Life is a very dark place of death, humility, sorrow, and greed...... But they only way to survive is..... To look toward the light.....

I shall randomly talk now

I'm trying to make a book.....to publish I'm only 11 but my family says it's gonna get published for sure. Hopefully someone buys it so I can get MONEY!!!$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$

.......sorry....I had to do that.......I like money by the way the book I'm making is gonna be call Dusk (because Dusk is a cool name).

I'm still waiting on turning into a stag and, I'm getting really tired of this wait (even though it's only been a week ). I'm bored so.....Imma make funny faces now!

0_e" :3 > :D D: •_? and....... ><> FISHY!!!!