I have never been one to find what I can say for introductory blogs, ever since I started to blog many moons ago. I suppose I could find a mess of words in my metaphorical talons, and crush them around into a jumble to creat something that I may actually nod and accept to be something I'd hold onto in my writings, perhaps gaining a lucky streak and actually depict something of merit, something of enough descriptive capability that it would strike into the mind of another. But then, whom out there could not dream of a possibility of their text bonding something deep and meaningful into someone else's mind?

I am Paimon Alecto, a name that might be known to the reader as a character from Second Life, a joker of sorts that is a Playmate and a Senior Manager at AnthroXtacy, a club in which I hold very close feelings to in the inner workings of my heart. Most people may have wandered from another artist's lair, hoping to find some visual stimulation to be found, but unfortunately that may never be the case. I'm secretive of what I do pen, usually glancing at it with a idle look of disgust after I finish, dubbing it not worthy of other eyes to see.

But this is my own perogative.

I am a peaceful soul at times, choosing to be quiet and idle instead of loud and blinking towards obnoxious, but I do also show these qualities. Unfortunately, who do not make the mould we were made out of, merely slip from it as semi-dried clay, working on shifting ourselves to our ideal shape.
Unfortunately these ideals are not for everybody, but one must learn how to shrug them off.

I call my friends my friends for a reason. These are the people who can take me for who I am and still say hello to me the next day. No matter how small the group may be, I'm happy these people belong in this group. They are also implanted in the deep goo that is my heart.

Paimon, if you need to know the character sheet, is usually a shapeshifter, but mostly a blueberry haired be-spectacled raven gryphon. She stands tall, her form curvy, more eggplant shaped with her bottom being bigger than her breasts. She has her heart taken by a certained steel-blue eyed demon, and it is going to stay that way for a long time.

One day someone may wander upon me here.

To those I say Greetings.