- Invitation Status
- Not accepting invites at this time
- Posting Speed
- Speed of Light
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Online Availability
- When I'm Conscious
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Transgender
- Agender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Dystopian, Romance, Drama, Tragedy
Arith pat him and shook his head in bemusement, setting the figure on the little table by the couch, next to the lamp there. "How are your wrists?" he asked him, picking up one to examine. He wanted to make sure his little treasure wasn't damaged, he was quite particular about such things when it came to his belongings.