Hey, Harry Leferts here from Nova Scotia, Canada. Hopefully you'll enjoy my stories.
I'm not a professional writer, I'm just someone writing fics for fun and nothing more.
Aspiring writer, self-proclaimed hardcore gamer, adept of human psychology. Does not consider excessive pride for a vice.
Nothing says I miss you quite like war poetry carved in your door with a stanley knife.
This account is no longer in use. I'm leaving it up so people can read my stuff. If you need to contact me, send an email to dawnfade@gmail.com
Once upon a time, I dreamt of being a mad scientist when I grew up. After much consideration, I realised that science is quite hard. So I became a mad writer instead, which is much easier. True story.
Bushfires, floods, cyclones and drought. All at the same time. Australia is trying to kill us all.
I'm just a simple, southern man that loves ponies, Star Wars, ridiculousness, and adorable things. I'm also an ex-Navy nuclear machinists mate, and life long martial artist.
I write lots and lots of horse words; everything from comedy to drama. If you like what I write, please support me on Patreon.
Reader of stars, teller of tales. Secretly a bat, or something.
Mentality: Wicked Age: Whatever I feel like Favorite hobbies: Ponies, superheroes, HTTYD, Kingdom Hearts, Crossovers and GAMES
I'm a mysterious man with a large Viewer list, despite being very self critical of my work. Looking to write professionally someday.
"Gold for the merchant, silver for the maid / Copper for the craftsman, cunning in his trade / 'Good', laughed the Baron, sitting in his hall / But iron - cold iron - shall be the master of them all."