Devon is my fursona.
He's a pureblood wolf. Canis Lupus.
His amber eyes are grave and tired, despite his young age. About his fur... it is snow white, no dots, no strips or any markings. Just a plain pelt. Thick and dense, long and soft. It is his pride and curse. Because of that, he prefers winter than summer.
There is something... unsettling. His tail is missing. He was forced to cut it off, to escape from the Death's grip.
Oh, he's in love with a sheep!

Now something about me.
I'm from Poland. Shithole in the middle of Europe. Land of kurwa, vodka and pierogi.
Stand back! I'm gonna cast a spell! ĄĘŚĆÓŁŻŹ!!!
English is not my native language, so if you see me butchering it, im sorry! That's not a stroke, it's just my lack of knowlegde.
If you want to chat with me, do so. I'd be glad to make friends.
I'm a writer. Sort of... Kinda...