- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- Quite often
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Dark Fantasy, Fantasy, Zombie, slice-of-life survival, Post Apocalyptic, Cyberpunk, Sci-fi, High Fantasy, Modern, medieval
A smirk spreads across Thomas's face as he prepares to attack the dummy. His eyes shine bright, and he crouches. He mutters something in Ancient Tongue, prepares to pounce, and... disappears? Just up and disappears. Artemis looks back at the dummy, and Thomas has reappeared behind it. He stands up, sheathes his blades, and looks back at the dummy. It falls into pieces, at every moveable joint. "Now then, enough showing off on dolls. Let's see how you fare against live quarry. Let's go hunting." He turns to the boy, gesturing towards the door he broke. "After you, Artemis."