- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Douche
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Magical, Romance, Dystopian, Religious, Post-Apocalyptic, Zombies (but the plot has to consist of more than just mindlessly murdering the undead), Steampunk
Calder's discerning gaze never left Ace, not even as the Avian appeared and swept away his lackey. Listening to the man speak made his scales prickle with annoyance. How dare this man speak to them thus. It was a threat, plain and simple. Their safety was of their own concern, and while Calder typically didn't meddle in the affairs of others, he had a sinking suspicion that Ace's affairs would involve everybody in Altera.
Before getting the chance to speak, Raymond spoke up. Casting a brief glance to the side, Calder found himself nodding in agreement with just about everything that the man was saying, everything except for the bit about not getting involved and letting others fall into the trap. After Raymond stormed off Calder found himself all by himself with Ace and the few stragglers that had not scampered off in fear.
Calder knew he should be afraid for the man that was whisked away. He knew that if he was begging for death that something worse was about to happen, but he couldn't bring himself to care too much. The man had brought it on himself, after all. Following a man such as Ace definitely had its drawbacks.
"Maybe you're right. Maybe I don't want to be involved in…" Calder hesitated waving his hands at Ace to indicate the vagueness of the situation. "...whatever it is that you're doing, but can you tell me that my conscience will be clear if I do? I doubt it. No, you're up to something."
Without waiting for a response, Calder turned with a slight swish of his hips and began to saunter off, pausing only briefly to call out over his shoulder. "I might be more inclined to tremble at your threat if I knew what you were doing, but since honesty doesn't seem to be in your repertoire I probably wouldn't believe you if you told me."
Before getting the chance to speak, Raymond spoke up. Casting a brief glance to the side, Calder found himself nodding in agreement with just about everything that the man was saying, everything except for the bit about not getting involved and letting others fall into the trap. After Raymond stormed off Calder found himself all by himself with Ace and the few stragglers that had not scampered off in fear.
Calder knew he should be afraid for the man that was whisked away. He knew that if he was begging for death that something worse was about to happen, but he couldn't bring himself to care too much. The man had brought it on himself, after all. Following a man such as Ace definitely had its drawbacks.
"Maybe you're right. Maybe I don't want to be involved in…" Calder hesitated waving his hands at Ace to indicate the vagueness of the situation. "...whatever it is that you're doing, but can you tell me that my conscience will be clear if I do? I doubt it. No, you're up to something."
Without waiting for a response, Calder turned with a slight swish of his hips and began to saunter off, pausing only briefly to call out over his shoulder. "I might be more inclined to tremble at your threat if I knew what you were doing, but since honesty doesn't seem to be in your repertoire I probably wouldn't believe you if you told me."