- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Fantasy (high, low and anything in between), modern, medieval, anything that'll keep me at the edge of my seat. Romance is absolutely necessary. And fluff. Just a lil bit.
Hana was, well, she'd be lying if she said she wasn't the slightest bit intimidated. Her gaze fell to the blood that dripped from his fist. Oh, no. This was not good. This was very not good. Before her mind could even process what was happening, her feet had picked up the slacks and taken fast steps to block Nen's path. Nen, the man who looked like he was about to murder her herself, if she didn't know any better. Hana struggled a bit. She'd never felt her body under so much pressure, so much.. unease--she couldn't shake it off of her. But still, she looked up at him with hard eyes. "No. No, he doesn't. No one does. You don't, and I don't, and he certainly doesn't. He's being stupid. He doesn't know any better. He's a child. Let. It. Go." Hana reasoned with him. She was speaking softly, quietly, different from her usual tone, so the uneasy man behind her couldn't hear. She knew that if she let him have a go at the blue, there wouldn't be any blue left. Not in the state he's in, at least. "Slow down, friend. It's okay." She searched his eyes for anything that remotely resembled composure.
It was a risky decision, but Hana was a risky girl. She wrapped her hands around his torso, squeezing as tightly as a pair of shaking arms could. "Leave! Get out! Scatter! Now!" The young girl yelled. "Please." The blue assumed it was meant for him. He'd already been scared shitless, just by the gaze that Nenshou was dropping his way. Now, this girl was giving him orders? She.. she did have a point. Stepping back, he yelled at the pair. "Daikarai! If you think this is how it ends, you're sorely mistaken! You'll see enough of me that you'll question if you're back in high school or not! You and your little girlfriend!" The blue ran. Hana almost couldn't believe it. He ran away with his tail between his legs, and yet he was still spitting derogatories like Gestapo in a camp.
It was a risky decision, but Hana was a risky girl. She wrapped her hands around his torso, squeezing as tightly as a pair of shaking arms could. "Leave! Get out! Scatter! Now!" The young girl yelled. "Please." The blue assumed it was meant for him. He'd already been scared shitless, just by the gaze that Nenshou was dropping his way. Now, this girl was giving him orders? She.. she did have a point. Stepping back, he yelled at the pair. "Daikarai! If you think this is how it ends, you're sorely mistaken! You'll see enough of me that you'll question if you're back in high school or not! You and your little girlfriend!" The blue ran. Hana almost couldn't believe it. He ran away with his tail between his legs, and yet he was still spitting derogatories like Gestapo in a camp.
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