- Posting Speed
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- One post per week
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Futanari
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, romance, yaoi/yuri, vampires (non-twilight vampires preferred) though right now I'm VERY interested in finding a romance fantasy
Kirin Odeti was tired. She lengthened her stride as she ran down the campus. Kirin was also late. The late evening class was her last art class of the day. The fact that it was after sun-down didn't help her anxiety about it. Of course her anxiety would never go away while she was at the School of Dual Enrollment. Basically? She was surrounded not only by other humans but also the bane of her existence: vampires.
She dodged several of the beautiful creatures as she ran to her class. She had fallen asleep during the small break between her last class and this one and had waken up with ten minutes to get to a class that was at least twenty minutes away from the library where she had stayed in the late afternoon. She was exhausted from ignoring the vampires that ventured it not he shadowy recesses of corners to reach classrooms during the day. They should have slipped and fallen into the boiling sun the girl thought. AFter all, they were nothing but life-suckers. Two bites from one of them could turn any person--male or female--into a Bite-Hooker.
She pulled her messenger bag closer as she slipped between two talking figures with a 'I'm sorry' thrown over her shoulder. She kept walking and checked her wrist where her watch read one minutes to the class. Groaning she put up a burst of speed and rounded the corner. Her pale white hair that had at one time in her past been a bright red color flew behind her as her hazel eyes flicked over the area in front of her. Years of being a blood bag for a vampire that had found her too delectable to release, draining her over and over until she was nothing but the sparest blood filled lump, had left her drained of most color. Despite her three years of cleanness--not a bite, not a dealing with vampires at all--she had never recovered her red locks that she had at one point loved.
She smirked and launched herself over a bench, taking off at a run to the door that was slowly closing to the classroom she needed. She slipped in just in the nick of time and blushed a bit as her gaze flicked over the room and she chose the one empty seat int he whole class. Oh yes, this would be horrible. Besides herself there was just one other human that was in the class. Besides them, they were surrounded by vampires--even the teacher was a vampire if Kirin was any judge.
She shrugged off the old leather messenger bag and took a seat slowly, straightening her turtleneck, long sleeved black shirt as she shifted the baggy pants on her hips up. All for the sake of dissuading any vampire from finding her attractive she wore things that covered her but left too much to the imagination for most people.