As much as I don't like sharing this one (because it's so old), I figured I better put it here. Yes, I drew this. That watermark is also old, as I do not use that account on deviantART anymore.

Anyway, I drew this back in October of 2008, not even two months after I discovered I am otherkin, and not even six months after I actually started getting into the furry fandom. Oh god, the memories...back when I was unknown, barely had friends...and now, look at me. Almost four years later, I've been through hell and back. It's almost scary, really...so much has changed in this time. Even the original name (I used to say "Riok")...

I am honestly amazed at everything that has happened with my life. The good, the bad, all of it. And as much pain as I have had in my life, I still say that I can't trade any of my life for anything else. The pain sucks, yes...but, that pain was needed to learn from, to grow from, and to let go once I learned. Posting this, I am free of pain. I am no longer fearful of those that may not enjoy me. I am no longer afraid of establishing and asserting who I am, and what I want in my life. I may be a little fearful of who to spend my life with, but that's not nearly the same thing.

I gave this my best effort at the time, and that's all that mattered then...it's who I am. But, most importantly, I have evolved, grown stronger...so, there may be a revised version of this (eventually, but not now)...My image is long due for an overhaul. And many things change in four years. I'm literally a completely different person than I was four years ago. I was still establishing friends around this time, only had maybe two or three (A white dragon with pink hair, who is now a purple husky; a very, very perverted fox that was not even 15 at the time, and a blue dragon, similar to me, but still greatly fearful of some of the world). I don't talk to them much anymore...the latter two actually hooked up, the husky seems to be taking one day at a time.

Now look at me...I'm more popular than I show on here...I have at least ten people actually in love with me and wanting to share their lives with me (people think that's great, but it makes things much more troubling because I really can't pick on something like that)...and I get so wrapped up in talking to people that I can't really write. Oh well, I say...I'll get there someday. Maybe it will be tomorrow...except, this time, actually be a day for writing, and not just looking, or thinking.

Sorry for my little trip down memory lane...just...so much changed...it's almost scary.

Thanks, to whoever read any of this. You know only bits and pieces...but that's what it is.