I don't know how to move, This state I'm in

_{Hunters seeking clues

Tracks are fresh

Swift to the kill

Deep into it

You'll lose all sense

He goes by touch

Deciphering

Broken codes in me

I don't know how to move

This state I'm in

Hold fast my beating heart

Here's a deer amongst the hunted

A gentle anarchist who knows no fear

See, I'm an elk and you're a deer

Hunter you've found the clue

Silver lines around his eyes

The sprawling fawn

Try not to speak

Caught by his eyes

It was blood on ice

I don't know how to move

This state I'm in

Hold fast my beating heart

Here's a deer amongst the hunted

A gentle anarchist who knows no fear

See, I'm an elk and you're a deer

Hold fast my beating heart

Here's a deer amongst the hunted

A gentle anarchist who knows no fear

See, I'm an elk and you're a deer

Warm is the mouth

That feeds

You love

And his heart

Beat so loud

It's all

I'm wanting now} - Inga Liljestrom; 'Deer'

Just a doodle. It's eight AM.
This was put up other places when I drew it around four AM.

Not a redesign. Just playing with Mr.Sanguine's form fluidity.