The years have flown. Hopefully I can write something a bit less pretentious and a bit more realistic. If it matters, my fursona is still an anthro dragon. In five years I've found myself healing from one mental illness only to discover another hiding under the first, and my writing has fallen to the wayside. Perhaps I'll write again someday soon, I have an idea in mind, but I can't make any promises. Not that I particularly expect anyone to notice.