- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- Speed of Light
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- Writing Levels
- Give-No-Fucks
- Beginner
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Modern Fantasy, Romance
Levi slowly walks down the alley, sword in hand. He didn't know where the arachnae demon had went that he was hunting, but he smelled it come down here. Just as he was about to take another step, the demon rushes form the shadows on eight legs. Three feet tall, and four feet wide at its widest point, it's pincers could slice a human in half. It knocks him down, and he drops his sword and watches it skitter into the darkness. Pulling a dagger from his arm sheath, he plunges it into its gaping maw, and with a screeching cry that could be heard for blocks, it dies, covering him in black ichor. "That's never gonna wash out," he mutters to himself.