Table and Avatar Please?

I would be very happy if someone would make me a table and an avatar. I have a piccy and a saying.

Text: I tear my heart open
I sew myself shut
My scars remind me
That my past is real

Picture: http://www.myfourthirds.com/files/1493/tucker.jpg

OH, MEE!!!
I LOVE THAT PICTURE!
xD ^^

EDIT: your sig...

EDIT2: your avvie

Please credit me in your sig, and you can upload the images yourself, if you want, or you can just use the links I provided you with. ^^
Hope you enjoy!

Thank you so much, they are great!! I was wondering if you could do a table though? Your work is great. I just got a graphic system and I am really bad at everything on there. I guess I will just have to figure it out.

I have different text for the table:

Arm yourself because no-one else here will save you
The odds will betray you
And I will replace you
You can't deny the prize it may never fulfill you
It longs to kill you
Are you willing to die?

The coldest blood runs through my veins
You know my name

yeah
*cough* I knew that, I wasn't really tired last night so I wasn't reading everything...

but, yeah, I'll get to that

-Hugs poor eyesight- Tis ok, I do that so often it's not funny.

xDD
I have glasses that help me see a foot in front of me and beyond, they just hurt my eyes when I'm at the computer

now, I had to do other shtuff...still do...but I'll have this by the end of the day...

Shtuff huh ? Well I am sure it will look great. Thanks alot.

Here ish your wonderful table!

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Oh, and can you please credit me as "Pie" [not Ratika]?
Just, 'cause, people know me as Pie

OMG you made him look so hot. Man he looks like the James Bond kitty cat. I freakin' love you!! -Super hugs-

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The mascu breathed in a fresh, exhilarating breath of Alaskan air. Feeling the familiar crisp aroma fill his physique as he strode through the market. Strong legs made trekking through the thick blanket of ivory look effortless. Powerful gait led the mascu towards the Adoption Centre, as though his boot-clad feet were possessed to lead him to his hearts desire. Leo always felt the gnawing of guilt at the back of his mind, that there were still so many dogs at the Adoption Centre. All deserving of a good home, but overlooked for one reason or another.

While there was still change jingling in his pocket, there was still the chance he could save the life of another canine. And of course, his dogs couldn’t stay healthy forever, so another dog or two wouldn’t be a great crime. What was the harm in giving another dog the care and love they deserved?

The crunching of snow turned to the dull thud of shoes against the cold, whitewashed floor. Echoing steps that bounced and were captured by the ruckus of barking from the many canines. Each with their own story to tell.

The brujo would his sinewed physique about the cages, sorrow sometimes clouding his hazel pools at the disgraceful state of some of the canines. The harsh reality was that some dogs were too far gone to save. The misted, glazed view of some canines was heartbreaking to witness, they barely lifted their dial as a human walked past. Too weary to care, tired of life itself.

Leo ran his fingers through raven tendrils in disbelief and a churning sickness that humans were responsible for so much grief, then pistons passed the kennels. Leaving them behind like so many others have done before him.

Chocolate gaze was drawn to a fairly young canine, whose bright, alert voids were a welcome lantern in the bleak sea of broken hearts. Leo walked to the front of the brujo’s kennel, strong fingers latching onto the wire mesh of the kennel to keep his balance as haunches sank so man and beast were on an eye-to-eye level.

Sarah sighed, pushing a lock of blonde strands from her emerald gaze. Crown turned sharply to look behind her, as she imagined she heard footsteps. Though it seemed the noise wasn’t a product of her imagination, for a young male was spotted before one of the cages.

She immediately ran her hands down her workers uniform, straightening imaginary wrinkles as she glided closer to the male. Glancing at the kennel to which he was showing an interest. Ronin. An energetic youngster with plenty of potential. She addressed the male, with hope sparking her chasms