Not many things are needed to be said about me. I am nondescript, like the random melodies of the distant wind-chime on the wind far, far away. You will note me only as a fleeting colour in a kaladoscope of hues. I'm nothing special, but I carry stories within the crevices of my grey-matter; imagionation arching with each pulse of electric, organic energy. Music, colours, and words come easier to me than most, but I am not the one who is able to harness these forms of expression without effort. I'm not a savant, but I'm not an uncreative dwit. A scatterbrained starving artist is a more compatible sterotype with my name than the names of Mozart, Dumas, and Rembrant.

And thus I bring you stories.

As you can see by the dating of the works below, I was a writer of Inuyasha fics. Now, I will continue them and polish them when my whimsy allows me to, but, for the moment, the world of Stephenie Meyer is calling me.

I just submitted a babble in the mindset of Edward. I simply love characters with complex feelings! Inuyasha is a demon, and is in love with a priestess; Erik is disfigured beyond the norm, and is in love with an object of prefection; Edward is a vampire, and in love with prey...

...I sence a trend.

Anyways, enjoy my humble museings.

I am also writting an origional fiction... but it is no where even near the outline point. I am not a linear thinker, so it's hard for me to translate random characters and sayings into a plot, conflict, and numbered outline. Updates on the situation of the story will come soon... I hope.

I'm not on here for long periods of time. Usually, it's just to get a fix of fun from one of my favorite'd stories; not updating my own as I read pages and pages of other people's work. Typical procrastinator, I know. I'll try to kick myself to write more, (y'know, some one-shots or something, just to keep me going), but I need to obtain "Twilight" from one of my friend's who borrowed it before I continue that story... hmm...

Well.

Um.

That's all.