- Invitation Status
- Not accepting invites at this time
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- 1-3 posts per week
- Online Availability
- 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
- Prestige
- 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
Lanor smiles tightly and shakes Oran's hand, his grip like steel, his eyes glittering with dislike. "No, of course not. I am sure you make Ana very happy." His tone says he doesn't believe it at all and Ana looks between them, the smile fading from her face as she notes the tension radiating from the two males. She doesn't understand it, though. They've just met! What could they possibly have against each other? Deciding to cut the insults off completely, she turns back to Lanor, somehow instinctively backing into Oran's side as her body is starting to know that is its place to be. She feels comfortable there these days.
"Lanor, why are you here?"
The white-haired Saliphion takes his sharp eyes off of Oran reluctantly to focus on her and when he does his gaze softens, the smile returning to his face. It's a fond smile, but it lacks the casualness of a brother or even the teasing of a friend. It's more meaningful than that, but Ana doesn't seem to notice. "Visiting you isn't enough?"
Ana snorts, crossing her arms, tail flicking with impatience. "With you? No." She looked past him at the ship again and frowns. "And what DID you DO to that ship? I only fixed her six months ago!"
Lanor chuckles and rubs the back of his head. "Yeah, you can blame your present for that." Even as he speaks, he's going back to the ship and Ana raises her brows, puzzled. She turns her head to Oran, almost as if she's making sure its alright with him if she follows the other male. It's not because she needs his permission but because she can sense his tension and she still doesn't know what it's about. She trusts his judgement, though, and knows if he's alarmed there has to be a reason for it.
Lanor is already at the ship and he waves to her impatiently to come over, frowning when he sees she's looking at Oran. He can't understand why she's still standing beside the human she's been forced to marry.
"Lanor, why are you here?"
The white-haired Saliphion takes his sharp eyes off of Oran reluctantly to focus on her and when he does his gaze softens, the smile returning to his face. It's a fond smile, but it lacks the casualness of a brother or even the teasing of a friend. It's more meaningful than that, but Ana doesn't seem to notice. "Visiting you isn't enough?"
Ana snorts, crossing her arms, tail flicking with impatience. "With you? No." She looked past him at the ship again and frowns. "And what DID you DO to that ship? I only fixed her six months ago!"
Lanor chuckles and rubs the back of his head. "Yeah, you can blame your present for that." Even as he speaks, he's going back to the ship and Ana raises her brows, puzzled. She turns her head to Oran, almost as if she's making sure its alright with him if she follows the other male. It's not because she needs his permission but because she can sense his tension and she still doesn't know what it's about. She trusts his judgement, though, and knows if he's alarmed there has to be a reason for it.
Lanor is already at the ship and he waves to her impatiently to come over, frowning when he sees she's looking at Oran. He can't understand why she's still standing beside the human she's been forced to marry.