This is the story of the White Fox, known to some as Liana Pendragon, her personal blog. For those of you uninterested in the day-to-day trivia and musings of an artist's life and mind, please pass by.
If you like my background page, please do not steal, reuse, reproduce, alter, or otherwise use it for your own, for it is my own artwork and thus is copyrighted to me. There will be problems if I see it anywhere but where I have put it. Thank you.
I am a ghost a mere voice that can only whisper and cry out in silence I am only a flash a motion seen in a moment and gone from your eyes the next I have no flesh to hurt no eyes to cry tears no heart to beat in pain or love I am the wind I howl and touch the trees and soon enough I, too, will fade away.