- 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
Carson was almost finished having his newly undead druid heal the female Fox Kin he rescued from the fire as Owl yelled something about helping the fallen, but receiving no payment. He didn't care about money when it came to his brethren. He dabbed away most of the blood with some pieces of cloth and picked her up, placing one arm behind her head and the other under the back of her knees. He looked down at her face as he carried her, and nuzzled her to reassure her that she would be alright, he would not leave her to die.
He would not let her die, as he had so many others of his kind.
He would not let her die, as he had so many others of his kind.