I'm alive again. Went through a lot since I left FA 2 years ago. Got and lost a job or two. Found the love of my life. Got hospitalized and diagnosed with multiple schlerosis (a poorly understood disease where your immune system attacks your brain and nerves, causing brain scarring and impaired muscle function, impaired eye function, mental issues, and a range of other odd things.), got put on hella expensive medication to help cool my immune system's jets a bit, and moved in with the wonderful man who stood by me in all that crud.

I'm a bit slower these days, but I'm back at making things when the sewing machine and laptop aren't acting up.

My new huion tablet came int he mail yesterday, so I guess I'm ready to doodle for folks again. I need to get used to this thing, lol

Much as I don't give a damn, I'm going to play it safe and delete all art of mine on here not drawn for other people. My refs for current characters might stay up. But All adoptables yet unsold, personal art, and doodles will be deleted. Any suggestions for new websites to turn to to post up stuff?

Just a friendly notice to folks....If you really want art from me, don't be afraid to ask me if I'm open for anything. I keep things cheap so folks can afford a little doodle here and there. Even if I don't have something posted up, as long as I'm not too busy, I'm normally up for a head shot or something small. Trades are fun, too, if one doesn't have a means of paying. I'm not on here a lot these days, but I will make sure I get back to folks who want art from me as to whether or not I'm able to draw at the time.

HEY FOLKS. Guess what? Pixie got herself her very own facebook page. So if folks want to keep up with what simple little things the silly little dragon is doing and thinking, head on over and toss her a "like"
https://www.facebook.com/Pixiethedragon?ref=hl

She also has her very own tumblr blog where she babbles on about things she likes and occasionally roleplays her cuteness with folks. It's also a good place to ask the floofy dragoness things and get silly reactions from her. http://pixiethedragon.tumblr.com/ ((the question button on her tumblr is the lil question mark, and people without a tumblr can ask her anon stuff if they like.))

So if a guy avi named Jay Longfall randomly im's you and asks for weird hardcore vore porn rp, and immediately offers a huge sum of linden dollars if you say you're uncomfortable with it, don't do it. He will not pay you and will keep expecting more rp, then try to worm things around to get more free masturbation fuel. If you play hardball with him, he turns things around to be your fault. He tries to guilt folks. I have all the logs. block him on sl immediately. all of you who have sl. reguardless of if you know him or not. I'm not sure but I do believe this does not count as a call out as it has nothing to do with FA or an FA member.

Also, I love it when folks don't realise the person they just lied to, screwed over, and ticked off is a witch. I'm gonna curse that brat.

I don't know why but I'm starting to really really super want a gryphon character. Named Louis. I want a gryphon named Louis.

So because I'm in the process of working on Pixie the dragon as a fursuit again, I've gone and made her her very own blog. This is where I'll post the majority of her art and antics from now on. Here ya go:

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/pixiethedragon

What are people's opinions on dating within the furry fandom?

Is it a better experience than if one were simply to find someone outside the fandom and introduce them gradually? Or just go directly to another single fur?

What about mixing fandoms? Like say..If I were to look into single larpers and then introduce them to the furry fandom?

Just wondering what input people on here have since I'm thinking about trying to make myself unsingle again. lol.

I'm not going to try any online dating. Just...thinking about possibly getting out more.

My Characters; Simplified

Name: Gender: Species:
Kassiri ((Kass)) Crossheart Female Human/Werewolf
Kasai Female Human((pokemon Trainer))
Necrosis Unknown Cyborg/Reanimated Jaguar
Lamia Oryx Female Vampire Khajiit
N'Teaz'r Female firedragon
Pixie Female faedragon
Myara Female Artic Dragoneo
Long-Fang Unknown Chupacabra
Spuzzle Female Zerboa
Sariana the Liar Female Human
Kitchlena Female Spirit Coyote/Fox
Forsuunyol Genderless frostdragon
Azareth Genderless Draconic Demon/Panther Demon
Okiinuk Female Raholi
Caelestis Female wind dragon
Grunt Unsure Chournloc
Jackel-lanturn Male monster
Love Female Entity of Emotion
Serenity Female Entity of Emotion
Happiness Female Entity of Emotion
Hate Male Entity of Emotion
Insanity Fluid Entity of Emotion
Ann Kyana Female Human
Malcarya Genderless Deer/Wolf/Bear/Eagle Chimera
Shiek Female Blood Imp

Yup. I'm soooo-oooo-ooOOooo READY to find someone to help me get over that guy who....gah.
The confused one who can't think for himself and allows himself to be swayed in any-wich-way at the cost of the feelings of others.
Guh...but I suppose I can't blame a guy for being too shy and skiddish for his own good. He needs that other girl anyway because he lacks the ability to make his own choices and she lacks the ability to not push people into doing what she thinks is correct to her. She's too pushy and manipulative, and he's too submissive and easilly told what to do. So, they fit eachother. Every dom needs a sub I guess.

I just wish I and my emotions could have been kept out of it all....but anyway....

I filled out a page on that dragons of fa thing for their datign ad's that never seem to be updated.....-sigh-
Look out guys, I'm single and lookin'. This dragon/zerboa/whatever is on the hunt! And I ain't out for a quick yiff. Or whatever the hell, that kind of stuff, just...no.

I'm looking for someone I can really be happy with and bring happiness to. And make amazing food for. And doodle silly love doodles of. And generally be sentimental and cute with. Preferably a complete dork or a dork to some degree, someone who can handle my over-active imagination lol, someone who is not shallow about the body type of his women but rather who will like a person for their personality....although I won't say I'm unattractive because I know I have my straight up damn sexy moments ;D...or atleast I feel that way sometimes XD

I need someone who can care. Not someone who'll just go right for the grope'n and then send me out to the kitchen to make him a sandwich. :/
And it's a biiig plus if he can make me laugh. I value humor and laughter alot in life since not much can get an honest smile from me most of the time. And aslogn as he isn't like.....over the age of 25 or under the age of 19. I'm still just 21 so, yeah.

I have a weird sense of humor and am kinda bizzar in general so hopefully i'll find someone who can bare that about me XD

But I figure trying to search among the furry community should help in THAT area lol.
o^o and hopefully whoever I find won't mock my religious views/spiritual views.

I....feel alot of pent-up hyperactive energy right now...Soo..I feel the need to write up a journal of total and complete nonesense. Caution: The senselessness of this journal may cause your brain to stop working. Yay for momentary crazy! lololololol

Huzzah to the day the monkey chief runs his slender midgets acrossed the broadband throne of norton nettles, for this day the hippo stank and his gums did leave a glittery trail! You, sirs and madams, have been regurgitated to the flowing pickle jars of a million ping pongs. You, oh double-spined and tripple dipped! You of wonderous fruit-filled toes! Thou hath rammed the unicorn's toads into a gallon of gallions alll awash with the glow of a thousand cod fish. So bring up your duct tape and wriggle it several times, twice or thrice, adding a slight clockwise motion if you should so chose, and be sure to know that you have been freed of the choice to roll the gummybear overloards! FREEEEEEDOMMMMME!


.....okay i'm done.

Necros1s


Greg walked through the thick underbrush of the woods, following a barely existant trail in the dirt. His blue eyes were alight with excitement and enthusiasm as he stopped to shake some dry leaves out of his blonde hair. His younger brother, however, was not so excited about following him out into such wilderness. "Greg....are you sure we're allowed to be out here?" the nervous 12 year-old asked. Greg smiled and ruffled his brother's hair. "Don't worry, what I'm gonna show you is really cool. We're almost there, Shaun." Gregs words didn't seem to be of much comfort to Shaun, who kept up his pout but followed along anyway.



As the pair went further down the old narrow dirt trail, the forest only seemed to get thicker and more unwelcoming. Branches obscuring the path would snap back to slap at their faces as the boys pushed past. Eventually they came upon something odd in amoungst the over growth of weeds and brush. Greg grinned widely as he ushered his little brother toward an old chainlink and crumbling concreat wall topped with rusted razor wire. The hinges on the large gate to the wall were rusted to nearly falling off, creeping vines looking like the only things that were keeping it held in place. Shaun looked at the wall wide eyed and reached toward a bit of yellow he noticed concealed beneath some of the wall's over growth. Pushing the weeds and vines aside, he gasped at the revealed warning sign. "Warning, Military Personel Only????? Greg....I really really really think we aren't supposed to be here....Doesn't the sign mean only soldires and people like that are supposed to be here?"



Greg ruffled his brother's hair once again, getting a digital camera out of his pocket at the same time. "Don't worry. See how old that sign is? And how old these walls are? No one uses this place anymore. Its abandoned." And with that he turned and pushed on the gate. The old gate was easilly brought off its hinges, and it fell to the ground. Reluctantly, Shaun followed his older brother through and onto the old base.

The path that had lead the boys there went further along to the front doors of the old building. It was huge. Massive reinforced concreat walls rose up from the ground like an ancient fortress. The glass behind barred windows had been long since broken, shards scattered about the grass beneath. The wide reinforced front doors were half broken, one unmovably shut and the other hanging wide open, barely clinging to its hinges as the gate had been. Greg got out his cell phone from his other pocket and flipped it open. It had a 'lanturn' option on it so it could be used in the absence of a flashlight. He set it to lanturn and aimed it ahead of himself in the old dark corridor of the entry way. Shaun clinged terrified to his older brother's pant leg as the two explored along into the old building.



Various doors lead off of the main entry hall here and there. Some doors hung open, some were outright missing, others were stuck securely shut with their old high security locks still doing their intended job as well as the day they'd been installed. Sappling trees and small plants poked through cracks in the cement floor here and there in some of the rooms where small amounts of sunlight managed to poke through the broken barred windows. As they reached the end of the long dark entry hall, the boys came upon a slight road block. There was a large important looking door with bullet proof glass windows on it at the end of the hall, but there were large chunks of fallen cement from the ceiling laying in their way that prevented them from being able to reach and open the door. Greg leaned over some of the debris and tried to spy a look through the old windows of the door, but they were so old and dirty that he couldn't see much of anything in the dark room beyond, other than what he thought looked liek a rather large old desk and some old white cloth of some sort. There were 2 other doors at this end of the hallway, though. Greg turned to little Shaun. "C'mon, lets see what one of these other doors are, since we can't get through this one. Maybe theres another way to get in and see whats in there through one of these other rooms."



Shaun wasn't happy about it, but he simply gave a meek little nod and followed along with whatever his older brother said. After all, Greg would never let anything bad happen to him, right? Shaun knew his big brother was a good guy. He'd never let anything bad happen to him. And Greg was an adult, after all. He'd just turned 19. Though somehow, Shaun couldn't shake the feeling that something was very very bad about his brother's decision to go exploring out here like this. The two passed through a small metal portholed door to the left of the big blocked off one. Greg gasped at the room they'd walked into. "Dude.....This is awesome. Shaun, check it out, it looks like this must of been some kind of old medical room."



Shaun shivered at the darkend place. It did indeed appear to be some sort of medical room, except for one detail. Two walls of the large room were lined floor to ceiling with cages. One wall that stood between this odd medical area and the blocked room bore a massive iron barred jail cell looking thing that took up the entire wall. In the middle of the room, there sat an old metal operating table. The drain in the floor under it was permenantly stained an odd rusty color, and dull old darkened stains in the metal table top could be discerned. another thing about that table gave Shaun the creeps. Not just the conspicuous stains, but the table also had restraints built onto it. Shaun froze in place staring at it as Greg walked further into the room, lookign for a good setting to put his camera on inorder to take pictures of the place. He set it to nightscene, and then aimed it at one of the walls of cages. The camera flash went off and Shaun screamed. The flash revealed that laying within some of the ruined cages were the bones and degraded fur of long dead animals that had occupied them. Monkeys, dogs, cats, and things so dried and degraded that their species couldn't even be recognized lay within each cage. Some bones were even scattered across the floor of the room, in corners and on counter tops. A bear skull lay in the sink, the rest of the skeleton scattered around it on the floor. Shaun had had enough of this place! In terror the youngster tunred to run from this horror room and instead he tripped over a bone. Landing face to face with a canine skull, he screamed again and took off running in any direction he could, confused and scared.



"Shaun! Shaun, calm down! Its ok, they're just bones! They won't hurt you! get back here before you trip over something else and get hurt!" Greg ran after his little brother, trying not to fall himself. Shaun ran through the door of the large jail cell and stumbled again in the dark. He was too terrified to look and see what he'd fallen over this time. Greg caught up with him and shined the light of his phone down onto him. Lucky for Shaun, all he'd fallen over was an old broken cinderblock that had fallen from the wall. The poor kid was trembling and crying. Greg pulled Shaun into a sitting position and hugged him tightly. "Hey, shhh, its ok Shaun...I'm sorry if this place scares you. I didn't mean for it to be a scarey trip."



Shaun wiped his eyes and grumbled at Greg. "Yeah well, just cause you didn't mean it doesn't mean it wasn't gonna be scarey. Cause it is scarey. And I wanna go home." Greg sighed and patted Shaun on the head. "Hey, its ok. Just, try to stay near to me, ok? We'll go home soon, I swear. I just wanna get some pictures of this place, alright? For Facebook, to show the guys. This place looks like something from out of an awesome metal video, so I have to get pictures of it for the guys....ok?"



Shaun's lip trembled a little, pouting harder and lookign down at the dusty floor. He wouldn't answer right away. He thought about it instead as his eyes traveled over pebble and stone and cinderblock....and more cinderblocks, and chunks of smashed cinderblocks, and then a massive hole in the back wall of the jail cell. Greg's eyes followed the gaze of his little brother. "Oh my gosh, Shaun, you rock! You just found a way into that other room! I love you bro!" Greg got up excitedly and moved into the other room through the large hole. "This hole here, its so big. I wonder what happened to break through like that...." Greg said as he examined where he had just walked through. Shaun sighed and hugged his knees, then finally stood up. He decided to just try to be brave and follow his brother again, and this time he wasn't going to leave his brother's sight. As Shaun looked over some of the cinderblocks himself, he noticed what looked like claw marks in the cement. "Uhmm....You don;t think maybe...some kind of great big mean animal did this, do you?" Shaun asked in a meek tone.



"Don't be silly, bro. No animal would be strong enough to break though this kind of stuff. The wall probly fell over cause it's old." Shaun looked at the claw marks unsure, but shrugged uneasilly. If his brother said it, then it had to be true. He hoped.



Greg got out his camera and started snapping pictures of the medium sized room. It looked liek some kind of office space, but for someone important. Greg figured it must of been a general's office or something. He really didn't know very much about the military, and he especially didn't know why there would have been a veterenary room in a military base either. He figured maybe it was just something else he hadn't known about the military. Maybe all bases had vet rooms. This was the only base he'd ever seen or been to though, so how should he know. Meanwhile Shaun was standing in the wall hole, watching his brother. Staying close, he was starting to calm down alittle. He felt like he was being watched though, and that sensation kept his nerves going. "Greg....Greg, what if theres ghosts?"



"Ghosts?" Greg asked without turning around, his focus entirely on taking pictures. "You mean, in here?"



"Yeah....in here...its really big, and dark, and creepy....just like places ghosts like." Greg started to chuckle a little. "I don't think there'd be ghosts here, Shaun. Firstly cause Ghosts aren't real. You know that, bro."



Just then Shaun could have sworn he'd just heard somthing move in the weird operating room behind him. He turned around and looked into the darkness of the strange place. There seemed to be nothign there but bones, dust, and metal. Shaun took a breath and looked back to his brother. "....Are..are you sure?"



"Yes, Shaun, I'm sure. Theres nothing to be afraid of here...its just old animal bones and spider webs. And trust me, once something's dead, it can't hurt you. Cause its dead. Simple as that."



Greg looked back and smiled at his little brother reassuringly, then returned to taking pictures. He walked over to the old desk in the room and looked at the damaged dusty top of the desk. Old papers still sat on it, scattered, dirty, faded, but still somewhat legable. Setting down his camera, he picked up a few papers and tried to read them. Maybe this coud tell him something about the place. Shaun followed him further into the room, not wanting to be near that operating room anymore. He stared out into its inky darkness, and swore he saw somethign move. But then again, maybe his eyes were playing tricks on him in the dark. He didn't want to sound like a baby, so he kept quiet about it. Greg tilted his head as he read the old papers. They were too faded out to be readable in some places, but in others they were mostly a bunch of official babble he couldn't understand. There was something in them about subjects and testing, and about "the project" and about something simply titled "Necros1s" or "Necrosis" in other areas. Greg figured this Necrosis must have been some secret military thing. Like an attack plan or movement or something. He wasn't sure. He just knew all this was so cool! He folded some of the papers up and tucked them into his pocket to bring home and look over more. He reached for his camera again.



Shaun was still worrying over that operating room. Maybe it was just that he didn't like doctor stuff in the first place. It certainly didn't help. He didn't want to look back at that room again, but he couldn't help it. Somewhere out there in that room, he was sure that this time he'd heard something. Greg was too absorbed in the moment to notice it. A soft pat-pat sound. Something like the soft tip-toeing of feet. Shaun couldn't see anything out there in that room. As far as he knew, he and Greg were the only people in the entire building. His little heart was pounding in his chest as he backed up closer to Greg. Greg was buisy exploring the desk. He decided to snap a picture of it. In the dark, he manuevered around the desk so that he was standing behind it, near the old swivel chair that went to it. He raised his camera and aimed so the picture would come out looking like he was sitting on the desk's edge. He nearly tripped over something but he figured it was just another bit of debris from the ceiling or walls, and he kicked it aside. Shaun tugged at Greg's shirt. "Greg....."



Greg was buisy with his camera. "What is it Shaun? Just hold on, i'm trying to take this shot."



"Greg..."



"What?! Just hold on!"



Greg snapped a picture, and the flash lit up the office. On the floor in the shot, behind the desk, was a lump beneath an old white jacket. A dirty dusty old lab coat lay covering a human skeleton. Some hair still clinged to the bone of the skull. Old white whispy hair. Greg gagged when he saw the picture. Animals bones were one thing, but a human being? For all he knew, this could be an old crime scene. Now maybe he would considder getting out of this place. And taking his camera to show the police. He looked at the picture again, the skull seemed to have some kind of holes puncturing into the back of it. Maybe bullet holes? He had no idea, they almost looked liek massive bite wounds......



"GREG!!!" Shaun screamed as he pulled hard on Greg's shirt, trying despirately to get his attention. Greg started to turn around to see what his brother wanted, but just as he did, Shaun disapeared into the darkness. There was no sound. No hints as to what had happened, and no trace of his brother anywhere in the inky darkness.



"Shaun!?!? Shaun, where'd you go???!" Greg spun around, lookied all over. He pulled out his cell phone and turned the laturn feature back on. He scanned all over the room, no trace of Shaun. He stepped back out of the office and into the operating room. The light of his phone caught one of Shaun's sneakers laying on the dusty ground all by itself. "Shaun? where'd you go! Come back here, I told you not to run off like this!"



Greg heard a noise coming from near the ceiling. From a gap in the cages near the top row. Greg couldn't see what was up there. Some cages were so utterly destroyed up there that they looked to be entirely gone, nothing but the cage floors left. It was too dark and too high up to see fully. "Shaun? Is that you? How the hell did you get up there??" Greg shook his head. Ofcourse it had to be Shaun up there, who else could it be? The noises sounded like some soft muffled whimpering. And some scuffling. How Shaun would of gotten up there, Greg had no idea, but it sounded like the poor kid was scared bad. Greg held his phone in his mouth and grabbed onto the bars of the cages to begin climbing his way up. On his way there he heard the whimpering stop. "Shaun? You ok up there bro?"



At the sound of Greg's voice, all went quiet up there. "Shaun???" Greg was almost to the top, where he thought he'd heard Shaun. His little brother hadn't answered him at all though. Greg was starting to get worried. Just before his head reached high enough to see what was up there, something massive leapt from the shadowy open space ontop the cages. The wooshing of air and black mass past his head nearly knocked him off the cages, he had to cling to the bars with one hand to keep from falling down. In the sudden flurry of movement, his cell phone light caught some of what had lept over him. It had a metalic shine to it in some spaces, but in others it had a dull faded out fur-like surface, specked with dull graying black spots. Once Greg regained his footing in the mesh of the cage bars, a smell hit him. The smell had come from whatever had jumped over him to the floor. It smelled.....musty. And wrotten. Yet somewhat motorish, like oil......and something else....blood.



Greg carefully shined the light of his phone onto the platform the dark thing had been resting on, and what he saw made him really loose his grip on the cage. He gasped, gagged, and slipped backwards off his foot hold, his grip failing him. he landed hard on his back on the cement floor. His breath had been taken out of him. Tears were coming to his eyes. He had seen a pool of blood at the top of those cages, with the other of Shaun's shoes laying amoungst it. He wanted to scream out his brother's name, but he couldn't. He had no breath. Despirate for air, for help, for anything, he huffed hard, dialed for help on his phone, and laid there. What had he done? Dragging his innocent brother along with him into a place like this? Where was Shaun???? And what in the world was the strange thing that had done this to him? Whatever had been done to him. As is breath returned, Greg got to his feet. The 911 operator had been questioning and speaking on his phone, trying to ask him where he was. "I'm in....the old base...thing....by the highway.....Route 80.....help us please. I fell hard onto my back but I'm ok. My younger brother is in here someplace...I found blood, lots of blood, but I can't find him, and theres bones."



"Bones?"



"Yes, bones, human bones, animal bones, its horrible here, please, just send help!"



Just as the operator was beginning to speak again, he heard a sharp noise from out in the hall. That thing was out there. It had to have Shaun. Greg couldn't sit around waiting for the police or an ambulance to get here, his brother needed him. He had to go after whatever it was and find his brother. He brought his phone to his mouth. "I'm sorry, but I can't stay on this call right now, I have to find whatever grabbed my brother, now. Just send help, please." He ended the call and turned on the lanturn feature of his phone again, and moved cautiously for the doorway to the hall.

Greg stepped carefully into the door opening, peering down the hallway. The meager light of his cellphone was barely able to illuminate more than a few feet infront of him. But, some light was better than no light. He kept the door partly shut on himself, using it as a sort of shield.