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- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
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- I have Thursdays off between two jobs. I am usually available on Wednesdays and Sundays, too. I will usually respond in the evenings, if I can, on the days I work.
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
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- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Fantasy, Romance, Medieval, Futuristic, Apocalyptic, Sci-Fi, Modern, Action, Adventure, some High-Fantasy, Lord of the Rings, Pacific Rim, King Arthur, anything Game of Thrones-esque
Ana has made her way to the underbelly of the ship, the sound of the engine drawing her. It's soothing, like the deep rumbling of a dragon and instinct tells her that this sound will mask her noise, it will keep her safer. She moves with a flawed grace, her body starting to bleed again. It has not healed with her shifts. She is a mass of bruises and whip-marks, cuts. The only thing that has mended is her broken arm due to her bones snapping here and there, but everything else still hurts, still hinders her.
She is leaving a trail of blood now, small incriminating spatters on the metal floor. The dragon inside her doesn't care, though, and she's hardly thinking in any human-like way. She's knows she's being followed. She can smell him now, but he's alone and so she's not so worried anymore. She doesn't shift back, though, not yet because in here, her shape would have to be no bigger than a large horse and of little use. No, she will return to her dragon form, her true form when there is more room, when she can inflict a great deal more damage. For now, she simply tries to elude her hunter.
Jamekon knows the game that is being played, but right now he can't give any warning to Ana or try to break through to Oran. All he can concentrate on is the grate his tail is currently 'stuck' in. He's using every bit of Sight he has to locate the Config, but it's not easy. Foresight doesn't usually work like that and to make it work like that is extremely difficult. Not only does he have to find the device, but he also has to watch for soldiers, for people coming and to say the young Saliphian is stressed would be an understatement.
He knows when Oran will find Ana, what will happen when he does and Jamekon wants to prevent it, but there are two possible futures, but with good outcomes, but...one of them is more painful than the other, for both Ana and Oran and he'd rather not see that one come to pass.
She is leaving a trail of blood now, small incriminating spatters on the metal floor. The dragon inside her doesn't care, though, and she's hardly thinking in any human-like way. She's knows she's being followed. She can smell him now, but he's alone and so she's not so worried anymore. She doesn't shift back, though, not yet because in here, her shape would have to be no bigger than a large horse and of little use. No, she will return to her dragon form, her true form when there is more room, when she can inflict a great deal more damage. For now, she simply tries to elude her hunter.
Jamekon knows the game that is being played, but right now he can't give any warning to Ana or try to break through to Oran. All he can concentrate on is the grate his tail is currently 'stuck' in. He's using every bit of Sight he has to locate the Config, but it's not easy. Foresight doesn't usually work like that and to make it work like that is extremely difficult. Not only does he have to find the device, but he also has to watch for soldiers, for people coming and to say the young Saliphian is stressed would be an understatement.
He knows when Oran will find Ana, what will happen when he does and Jamekon wants to prevent it, but there are two possible futures, but with good outcomes, but...one of them is more painful than the other, for both Ana and Oran and he'd rather not see that one come to pass.