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- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- 1-3 posts per week
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- 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.
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- Advanced
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- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Male
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- 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
Anrar barely heard her words at first, his mind racing with every possible escape option available to him, but when Fred spoke about walking with him to his home and touched his shoulder, he started as if she'd shocked him. He looked after her as she weaved her way to the door and managed to catch up just before she walked outside, his hand shooting out to grab her arm in a grip that was both firm and unyielding, but not intending to harm. When their eyes met, his had darkened still further, something dangerous glittering below the surface. He spoke quietly, voice almost a hiss.
"Winifred, you can't walk me home. When we go out that door, I need you to run, to run and not look back."
He knew she wouldn't like it, would instantly be suspicious and probably think he was crazy, but if it kept her alive, Anrar didn't care what she thought of him. He finally gave her a smile, a grim look with a tinge of sadness behind it. "I can't tell you why you need to do this and I don't expect you to trust me, but if you could ever do anything for me, this is it. Run and no matter what you hear or think you see, don't stop until you get home."
The blond didn't wait for a reply because she was either going to listen to him or she wasn't, before he headed out the door himself. His senses were immediately assaulted by a feeling most humans never sensed unless it be to think they were being watched, or the chill they got when they walked in the dark, thought they saw a shadow move in a way it wasn't supposed to. Subtle things to a human, but blaring alarms to someone like him as he scanned the street and finally pinpointed the group of three who waited for him; two men (one a vampire and the other the elemental) and a woman (also a vampire).
"Winifred, you can't walk me home. When we go out that door, I need you to run, to run and not look back."
He knew she wouldn't like it, would instantly be suspicious and probably think he was crazy, but if it kept her alive, Anrar didn't care what she thought of him. He finally gave her a smile, a grim look with a tinge of sadness behind it. "I can't tell you why you need to do this and I don't expect you to trust me, but if you could ever do anything for me, this is it. Run and no matter what you hear or think you see, don't stop until you get home."
The blond didn't wait for a reply because she was either going to listen to him or she wasn't, before he headed out the door himself. His senses were immediately assaulted by a feeling most humans never sensed unless it be to think they were being watched, or the chill they got when they walked in the dark, thought they saw a shadow move in a way it wasn't supposed to. Subtle things to a human, but blaring alarms to someone like him as he scanned the street and finally pinpointed the group of three who waited for him; two men (one a vampire and the other the elemental) and a woman (also a vampire).