- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- Multiple posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- On fairly regularly, every day. I'll notice a PM almost immediately. Replies come randomly.
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- No Preferences
- Genres
- High fantasy is my personal favorite, followed closely by modern fantasy and post-apocalyptic, but I can happily play in any genre if the plot is good enough.
A few nights later, he woke in the middle of the night feeling like his insides had turned into insects, and all of them were trying to crawl away from him. He moaned slightly, rolling over, before skyrocketing into wakefulness. He knew this sensation. He knew it intimately. There was a voider near them. He didn't take the time to question the impossibility of it. He had scouted a wide circle around their sleeping spot before they had settled in for the night, making certain that there were no voiders near enough to them to drift into their location. He didn't question it because there was no question that they were near a voider. Even if the sensation of himself being drawn away from himself wasn't sufficient, there were visible indicators around him already. There was a large rock on the top of the hill that hadn't been there when they had fallen asleep, and spikes stuck out of the ground like a deadly grass. For whatever the reason, this voider had changed direction, and it had sped up. Now they were in danger.
He turned to Kaya, ready to shake her out of her sleep and get them running, only to see her sprawled out on the ground, arms flung wildly astray, back arching and collapsing, arching and collapsing. He had no idea what was going on, but it was obvious that Kaya was in the middle of some sort of fit. As the voider grew closer, her bucking seemed to only grow more intense. He wanted to kneel down, to hold her flailing head steady and wait for this to pass, but the voider was so close now that even a split seconds hesitation would be enough to get both of them trapped inside. Instead he reached down, scooping her up in his arms and turned to run. She was writhing so hard that he would have sworn he was only a moment away from dropping her, and he knew he had to be hurting her, so hard was he squeezing her against his chest to try and keep her still.
The voider had caught the taste of their existence, and was racing after them now. It was fast, so fast, abnormally fast, and unlike him it didn't grow tired. The weight of Kaya and her pack was sending burning shivers through his arms, but her spasms seemed to have faded somewhat, and he was able to lighten up his grip on her. He ran on.
It seemed to him, when he thought about it later, that it had been nothing but pure luck that had allowed them to escape getting drawn into the voider. Had he run into another one, or any other obstacle in the land that would have required him to slow or alter his pace, then it would have caught them. But in the moment all he thought about was running, as far and as fast as he could. That was all that mattered.
When at last he slipped out from within that strange, in-between land of voider and the real world he dropped down in the sand, heaving massive gasps of air. Kaya was sprawled out on his lap, but he didn't care enough to try and move her. Right now, all he wanted to do was breathe, and stop the shaking of his hands and the drowning tide of his heartbeat within his ears.
He turned to Kaya, ready to shake her out of her sleep and get them running, only to see her sprawled out on the ground, arms flung wildly astray, back arching and collapsing, arching and collapsing. He had no idea what was going on, but it was obvious that Kaya was in the middle of some sort of fit. As the voider grew closer, her bucking seemed to only grow more intense. He wanted to kneel down, to hold her flailing head steady and wait for this to pass, but the voider was so close now that even a split seconds hesitation would be enough to get both of them trapped inside. Instead he reached down, scooping her up in his arms and turned to run. She was writhing so hard that he would have sworn he was only a moment away from dropping her, and he knew he had to be hurting her, so hard was he squeezing her against his chest to try and keep her still.
The voider had caught the taste of their existence, and was racing after them now. It was fast, so fast, abnormally fast, and unlike him it didn't grow tired. The weight of Kaya and her pack was sending burning shivers through his arms, but her spasms seemed to have faded somewhat, and he was able to lighten up his grip on her. He ran on.
It seemed to him, when he thought about it later, that it had been nothing but pure luck that had allowed them to escape getting drawn into the voider. Had he run into another one, or any other obstacle in the land that would have required him to slow or alter his pace, then it would have caught them. But in the moment all he thought about was running, as far and as fast as he could. That was all that mattered.
When at last he slipped out from within that strange, in-between land of voider and the real world he dropped down in the sand, heaving massive gasps of air. Kaya was sprawled out on his lap, but he didn't care enough to try and move her. Right now, all he wanted to do was breathe, and stop the shaking of his hands and the drowning tide of his heartbeat within his ears.