- Posting Speed
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- NEVER
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Douche
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Surrealism, Surreal Horror (Think Tim Burton), Steampunk, Sci-Fi Fantasy, Spaghetti Westerns, Mercenaries, Dieselpunk, Cyberpunk, Historical fantasies
"Hello then, Princess Summer." Tybalt mentioned as the couple started on a waltz. "Difference is what I strive for in the world of pleasures and riches. I've traveled the world around and learned many strange facts over the years." He then smiled and cocked his head just like his cat did a few seconds earlier. They continued to dance and discuss things, "Ah yes, to some it maybe be un-lady like, to me it is perfectly fine. Other princes are at best focused on politics and ensuring mundane legacies. That is why most call me the Prince of Cats, for I view that this world is beyond the simple here and now. Oh foolish me, I have made yet another long story about myself. Let us hear a tale about yourself."