Greetings Nincompoops, welcome to my nuthouse!
I am Davis-Lightheart, as you may have guessed from the title of my page. And I am an artist an animator.
And this is my lifestory:
I was born as the Nimbus to the bumblebee's nest. I passed around the sky like a scented goose whose wings were made of cheese on the gradation that was my life. I grew humbled by the bees presence and met them on the flight of our lives.
I harked towards me lady bee on window break, "Hark! I art thine spoot!"
She called back to me, "blessed be, I, the lass, who calls for your humble tone my fine sunder dish!"
I could not contain myself; I spirited us both away through magic field and farms. But as the summer dies and winter fells; so too did our passion, and our love. Forest there was nothing left to call forth, but our names upon the suns back. No! I could not bear the hanging weight of the bear upon my back. So I holstered myself to my lady.
"Foresooth, my dear, for it was not meant to be. Our love was but a passing fancy for thine golden hiney crisp, but let it be known, that I have no passion, nor hint of love left for our grace!"
She scorned me, "Deciever of tongues; snake of all snakes; crill upon crill; I would passeth you off as a mere demon who callest thy lampost as empty as thine hanging waves."
She turned away and flew off, leaving me to my thoughts and the world. I felt no sorrow, nor remorse, as I lay there cold on the poppy fields of rain. Days has passed by, and weeks had sundered, but the canopy wasted it's diaper's path. It then beheld to me, that the crying of bells ever shook me from the place I knew as my slumber.
And I saw them, my comrades of grace and buzz. They, with their sparkling black manes, crossed me forth as if amongst strange company and tides. A djinni of the mist could not bear to know my sorrow as the company met not quarter with mine, and strode away to the sounds of a crow crying.
"Blauck! Blauck BLLLLLLLAAAAAAAUUUUUUUCK!!!!!"
Cried the crow; it's sorrow withheld, and it's rays astride. I do not understand, what had cometh over my in that time, but the feelings of joy had been sundered by microphones and chicken pox. No, I would not stand fore thine pain and thine hope! I cannot say I am not one of beauty, or one of merryweeather!
Stand fast, I must, and I let out a broken wind unlike any other, as the mewtwo and mermaids passed out in gags of gargling jokes.
It sounded like this, "BLARARARAGGGGGGRRRRRRBLE!"
And what a majestic front, could i not clear? What easy step, could I not overcome in this raging mist of fury and farce? Nothing but a underwear dragon, calling to me for longjohns!
I was whole! I was a fish for all! I was...
I've lost track of myself here. So I guess the kicker of this story is that, your parents don't love you.
On a serious note, I like to draw and be happy. I aim to be an incredible animator and storyteller of all shapes and sizes.
On DA I know a few people, but only some of them I trust like the greatest of friends.
Here are some alternate places where you can find me everyone, just incase you wanted to know. I'm not on them all the time, but I'm there pretty often.