Hey everyone, Fell here.

Welcome to my page! I hope you enjoy what you see here, and maybe be my friend, because friends are cool. Anyways, feel free to talk to me via any viable method, whether it be internet, phone, telepathy or carrier pigeon, the choice is yours. I enjoy hugs, so don't be afraid to randomly attack me with snuggles. I don't bite. I learnt not to after the first three muzzle-guards... Never again... So, yeah, this will now largely dissolve into an aimless rambling wall of text likely to amuse only the very easily amused, or those with a bizarre sense of humor. Like me, come to think of it. I mean, the other day, me and my friend laughed for about ten minutes at Africa. Not nice, I know, but at the time it seemed hilarious... I have quite a mean sense of humor, come to think of it... Maybe you shouldn't be my friend, I don't want to corrupt your soul, that way when the rapture comes (lol, no) you'll be fine and go to heaven. I've re-read all of that, and confirmed my suspicions of this turning into absolute rubbish. I'm gonna stop talking now, to avoid offending more people. Bai bai.

My Fursona: Ferrik Heartwood

Name: Ferrik Heartwood
Species: Wolf/Husky Hybrid
Current Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Age: Unknown
Height: 6 Feet 1 Inch
Weight: 176Kg
Build: Lean but Muscular
Personality: Calm, quiet and secluded, but fun and mischevous once you get to know him
Occupation: Self-Employed defender of the world (part-time)
Abilities: Invisibility, Immortality, Magic-use (including but not limited to phantom limbs, fire, water, earth, metal, light, healing and plant-based magics, appearence changing (Including gender and species) Muscle strengthening (allowing harder and faster punches, and longer distance jumping)
Personal Quote: "The sky's only the limit if you don't believe in space."
Story:
He seemed to almost come from no-where. No-one knew him, or had even heard of him up until that day. No-one recognised him as he pushed through the crowd.
No-one spotted the swords at his belt. No-one heard the faint metallic ring of swords being drawn. It surprised Ferrik that they even noticed the blood fly as the kings
neck was slashed. Of course, by the time he'd jumped the 4 foot podium, most of the crowd were aware that something was happening. Kingslayer, they'd called me.
And on that day, you may aswell say I was born. My life before that was of no importance. Just years of training. A couple of hundred thousand. Just until the gods
were ready. The world as you know it is coming to an end. To be perfectly honest, that statement is somewhat over-dramatic, conjuring images of the apocalypse.
Of course, this isn't the case. The world has been in constant flux since the day I slew the last King of the Earth. A lot's changed. Too much... The gods let me loose
when they knew I was needed, as a shadow appeared across the land. No-one noticed, not at first, but things gradually slipped into poverty, into famine and drought.
It all but too neatly coincided with the crowning of the ten-thousandth King. He ruled with a grip like lava, slow, but it burns and chars all it touches. It wasn't long before
the world decended into chaos, bandits roaming free accross the face of the globe, pillaging villages and cities alike. Nowhere was safe. And that's when I was born. I
walked up to the back of the crowd, no-one even noticing me. All the eyes were fixed on a richly dressed man standing upon a podium at the front of the crowd. There
were guards, but that wasn't important, they could easily be killed or avoided. I strode through the sea of people, determination setting in. This is what my whole life was
for. I hardly noticed the men, women and children I pushed past, my focus was unwavering. I jumped. With elegant grace, my swords twirled from their sheathes and
struck the king's jugular with deadly accuracy, just as the other sword swung upwards, neatly slicing the man into two seperate halves. I turned to face the mass of horrified
faces, my heart beating wildly in my chest. And that was all that was needed. I disapeared, and since then, have slipped past the spotlight into the shadows. I'm now just a
children's story, used to make them go to sleep, or to eat their greens. But I'm still here. I'm still the Kingslayer of old. I'm still watching. Still waiting. Still protecting.
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