Lord Fetlock Equinari, The Ponytrician of Flanhk-Marepork. Grammar Tyrant, Rogue Editor at Large, Pungeon Master, Dispenser of Unsolicited Wisdom.
Just an old school hybrid spaceship/pony writing some stories.
I feel the cold, the lonliness, rushing around me. I feel the darkness encircling, yet i do not know fear, hate or regret, i am at peace. The darkness is within, and it shall consume me.
My friends call me Spectra! Everyone else says "Ah, how did this horse get in here!?"
<- this horse is gay and there's nothing you can do about it
Hi! I'm some guy who flails at a keyboard and then suddenly has popular changeling fanfiction. If anybody finds out how I did it, please tell me.