- Invitation Status
- Look for groups
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- My times are pretty erratic, but I try to avoid being on EST 11pm-9am.
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Modern, Historical Romance.
@Alucard (/Vivaldi)
Yurie stepped carefully towards the Venstar dojo, a place she'd been going to ever since she'd heard Darren had disappeared. While she knew better than to develop any attachments in this place, or in any place really, Darren had been a comforting constant for her. Unlike the Barukar, Venstars didn't have a tendency for ruthlessly stabbing anyone and everyone in the back, but in 900 years she'd seen a lot of both Barukar and Venstars shattered for one reason or another, just never Darren. As she walked up, she noticed a man already sitting at the front door, smoking a cigar and seeming deep in thought. She hesitated there, not sure whether or not to ask him to move aside, or simply slip past him and go inside, as if waiting for Darren to just walk through the door and make fun of her coming again.
Yurie stepped carefully towards the Venstar dojo, a place she'd been going to ever since she'd heard Darren had disappeared. While she knew better than to develop any attachments in this place, or in any place really, Darren had been a comforting constant for her. Unlike the Barukar, Venstars didn't have a tendency for ruthlessly stabbing anyone and everyone in the back, but in 900 years she'd seen a lot of both Barukar and Venstars shattered for one reason or another, just never Darren. As she walked up, she noticed a man already sitting at the front door, smoking a cigar and seeming deep in thought. She hesitated there, not sure whether or not to ask him to move aside, or simply slip past him and go inside, as if waiting for Darren to just walk through the door and make fun of her coming again.