- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- Quite often
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Dark Fantasy, Fantasy, Zombie, slice-of-life survival, Post Apocalyptic, Cyberpunk, Sci-fi, High Fantasy, Modern, medieval
Nicholi grunted in pain as he struggled to remain conscious. The scent of the blood was causing his thirst to take over. Slowly, his pupils returned to normal. He kept the rest of his stance strong, however. "Now, I must decide whether or not it is proper to kill you. I'm going to ask a few questions, I want you to answer them. Give me reason to let you live, I shall. Fail to do so, and I shall water the forest with your blood, and feed it with your corpse. Deal? Question one, Why are you trying to kill her?" he asks, nodding up at the girl.