Do I need wings?

 Recurring dreams:

I'm flying, I'm not afraid. Somehow it's fitting that a pink dragon should be fearlessly hurtling through the sky like some random Kingdom Hearts steed out to save the prince or princess of the day/ light. Yes I occasionally stray from dark to light. It is not like I think everyone is irredeemably doomed to be devoured by the others of my ilk. I just think it's rather hilarious that the thought of me being an actual participant in the interest of the greater good makes me feel like I was missing something in all my dreams about flying. Maybe they were actually meant to be about swimming. I feel better in the water. Which makes me want to redo some deviations. More on that later.


What balances me? I've been in hiding so long that I've almost forgotten the others of my kind. They stir in my dreams from time to time, the golds, the blues, and yes, the other reds and greens. It's not like I resent them. More like I've been trying to be something that I'm not for so long. Scan due later of another loch 'monster.. still love water. Still into anime,etc. Why not? Went for a run tonight. Got to howl. Still a fun exercise. Anna and Christine... I really miss you guys. Hope to see you soon...

Concept

Working on something. Go here.

Important distinctions

Write first. Edit later.
Do not get so lost in the format that your content falls by the wayside.

Time for an update...

... But just as I start on that update, my Mac crashes, taking with it several months of hard work and weeks of the work on this current drawing. So okay. I've got a temporary replacement right now, so I'm making do with the materials I have available, just as my father would  have liked me to do (yay dad!). In particular, I'm updating my dragon avatar. I was 13 when I drew this pic by hand, and now I can take a more active hand in how I would like her to turn out. So yes, I do have something for you guys to look at, and I'm sorry for the temporary hold up in new art >_<()  .

Self-assigned homework: Write on

Well herein lies the dilemma. If I have a choice between a beloved girl and a lost boy, do I choose the one whose blood sings with a likeness to mine, or do I side with she who has chosen someone who is not at all me? 'Tis a question not quite worth the thought I have given it, no?

Character Basics: Citlali

 Citlali's frustrations are caused mostly by her desires to love and protect. She's a healer and nurturer at heart, but she rebels against being forced to go along with conventional notions of what a 'proper' anything should do. As the youngest child, she was always encouraged to forge ahead and test boundaries, rather like her sister. At the same time, however, she has seen her sister fall in the eyes of her family, and while Mezt's life seems infinitely exciting, Cit has found that she wants more than simply hard and fast times. She seeks freedom of speech, love, and choice, among other things. So when the two are rocked by devastating change, it's up to her to piece together what happened on that fateful night and clear both her and her sister in the eyes of the Exodar.

Guess What I Found?

An old (one year +) fanfic staring my paladin (Citlali) and an rp partner of mine, who, for the sake of preserving his dignity, we will call Kal. He'd handed Cit's heart to her after corrupting her because of the reappearance of an old flame. Actually, wait a minute *looks* this particular flame had followed him from another realm (apparently he was a secret harem builder) and he was looking to leave Cit (she'd decided to swear off her other loves for him). Long story. Anyway, I've found it, and I've decided it's salvageable. Look for it on AdultFanfiction soon.