* My friends,
* Furcadia,
* web design
* graphic design
* travel,
* Creating online communities
* trying to bridge the gap between groups and find justice, equality and true freedom to their everyday life be it online or off.
* Trying to bring a single moment of joy to SOMEONE or ANYONE as often as I can.

too many to name

anything EXCEPT opera

constantly, as I LOVE to read


Preferably Sci-Fi/Fantasy

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* GOOD Sex, GOOD Friends, GOOD music, GOOD travel
* Quiet dark nights sitting on the porch during a rain shower
* The SCENT, TOUCH and TASTE of a beautiful fem.
* Candlelight baths snuggled in the arms of that SPECIAL fem.
* That feeling you get deep in your soul when you FINALLY find that special person to share the rest of your life with and finding out they feel the same way

* people who play mind games,
* users,
* emotion leeches,
* drama queens,
* idiots,
* twinks,
* powermoders,
* whiners,
* anyone who feels I OWE them something merely due to my age or my length of time spent on Furcadia,
* those so-called EXPERTS at RPing that feel that THEIRS is the ONLY true form of RP,
* So-called self-righteous friends that, unless you live their beliefs in life, drop you and treat you as if YOU are the one that has a problem,
* That feeling you get deep in your soul when you THOUGHT you had finally found that special person to share the rest of your life with and finding out they don't feel the same way,

     Prime of Shadows, Dark Priest, Chylde of the Night, he
is the last of the Ancients. A furry/furre descendent of a race from BEFORE the time of the Great Dragon, he has wandered this realm in search of a place to belong, to finally take root and to settle down. Many have sought to corner or trap him yet none have succeeded. Is this his final stand? The answer to that is
best described in this small tale.....

There once was a small nonessential insignificant black furre, destitute, alone and
ostracized. Left out in the cold and the rain, his fur was wet and flattened, his heart and life vacant as were his eyes. He swore he would survive and grow into a sleek black panther. Survive to prove all who dismissed him as a mere feeble attempt and waste of life that he is MORE than the appearance would seem.


Suddenly a large chunk of rock fell from the doorway and slammed into him, crushing his frigging skull. The blood of his life oozed and flowed across the ground washed along by the rain. The light of life flashed in his eyes and extinguished, never to shine again. The beat of his heart faltering and then stopping. He passed away that night. Alone, broken, as so much garbage and nothing else.


After a while, a small rodent came along and begun to nibble on the rotting carcass of this small black furre. Others soon also came, each demanding their own small piece of him. Each ripping and tearing until all that remained were small bleach white bones. And even here, fate again stepped in and along came a few dogs who finding the bones, began to chew and munch until not even the bones were left. It was as if the small black furre had never existed. It was as if
his soul had not even been, no light, no future, nothing......



Unlike him, I am NOT that little frigging black furre and I am NOT going anywhere! I refuse to let this place nibble and tear at me, I refuse to let it chew and leave nothing of me behind. I will give of myself to those that are willing to understand that, unlike that black furre, I will NOT be snuffed from existance by their demands. I intend to be here for a LONG LONG time so get used to it!

Creator of FurreFace and F.U.Radio

At one time I had many... now merely a few.

Some of the ones used are:

• FurreFace - for the web community


• F.U.Radio - for the dream bot


• DJ B Kin - F.U.Radio persona