- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- Whenever I can get on.
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Fantasy, Comedy, Medieval, Romance, Sci-Fi, Modern
The hot, dark, musty tomb barely gave the daemon enough room to breathe, let alone move his wings, or arms, or legs. Nothing had changed in the past couple thousand years of his entrapment... Except for his temperament. He was feeling exceptionally depressed, relatively pissed off, and partially vengeful. But he barely had enough strength in him to stay alive for so long. The sound of earth moving around him jarred him from his meditative state. He snarled as the tomb was jostled and he was knocked around inside of it. He could hear voices outside the stone prison. Had the thousands of years without so much as a whisper finally driven him to insanity?
He clenched and unclenched his fists, slowly working on loosening up his joints. His eyes remained shut, knowing that no light had found its way into the darkness just yet. He could feel it deep in his chest, he would finally be free from this cursed tomb...
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