in the clear silence of a crystal night,
i hear distant whispers of spirit voices.
in the darkness the pale fall of snow glimmers,
and the moons narrow crescent reflect my choices.

like glass it rang - it was a branch that fell
by the bitter colds hands broken.
and so falls the fragile bond,
that held my thought of earths magic awoken.

ive decided that im going to close my commissions for good .
thanks for all of the support through the years ⭐

come by me and deana at artist alley!!

creature

all the fursuit spray has been packed ! ✨

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send me wolf n coyote pics to make stickers of pls

happy bday to me, i guess ??