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- One post per day
- Multiple 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.
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- 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
She was playing now. He could sense it, see it and Arkne laughed in delight and stopped giving her more to deal with. After all, he didn't want to harm her. He watched her dance through the ropes as they chased after her with something close to awe, pure in its raw form and when she came close to him and struck out, he finally moved, dodging with an effective speed. The next one he simply sent back at her, melting it, sending it into the water ropes charged with electric currents and the ones that followed were a combination of skillful avoidance like a child playing a game of throw-ball and obliterating the ice quickly with a flare of fire.
The ice-spirit was clever. He couldn't make the water ropes chase her as effectively when he was dealing with her projectiles and he couldn't bring anymore tricks into play until she tired out. He liked it. It was fun, a challenge and when she smiled at him, a grin crossed his face, expression filled with a pure happiness she would have never seen in his pale blue eyes, whether this way or as Nik.
And it was that spark of joy, raw and undiluted, that finally seemed to calm Arkne and he stilled, letting the water fall back to the earth, the clouds starting to clear overhead and the wind die down even as Lyra jumped back. His glowing eyes watched her curiously, head tilting and then his smile gentled, glittering eyes taking on a slightly softer tone as he knelt to one knee and touched the earth he'd destroyed. It started to mend as a blue glow spread out, tendrils of it healing the land around them, soaking in the water until it was as whole as it had ever been.
He stood again, white hair tousled gently by a natural breeze this time and the power fled back to where it had been before, sated. So no sooner had he stood that the male's body went crashing back to his knees and Nik gasped, breathing ragged as he stayed on his hands and knees, almost terrified to look up and see the damage he'd caused. He never really remembered much when Arkne took over. They were not on the same wavelength at all, barely even managed to graze each other in understanding on the best of days.
Pale blue eyes finally looked up, ignoring the other elves coming around them as they caught sight of the blond several feet away from him.
"Lyra?"
The ice-spirit was clever. He couldn't make the water ropes chase her as effectively when he was dealing with her projectiles and he couldn't bring anymore tricks into play until she tired out. He liked it. It was fun, a challenge and when she smiled at him, a grin crossed his face, expression filled with a pure happiness she would have never seen in his pale blue eyes, whether this way or as Nik.
And it was that spark of joy, raw and undiluted, that finally seemed to calm Arkne and he stilled, letting the water fall back to the earth, the clouds starting to clear overhead and the wind die down even as Lyra jumped back. His glowing eyes watched her curiously, head tilting and then his smile gentled, glittering eyes taking on a slightly softer tone as he knelt to one knee and touched the earth he'd destroyed. It started to mend as a blue glow spread out, tendrils of it healing the land around them, soaking in the water until it was as whole as it had ever been.
He stood again, white hair tousled gently by a natural breeze this time and the power fled back to where it had been before, sated. So no sooner had he stood that the male's body went crashing back to his knees and Nik gasped, breathing ragged as he stayed on his hands and knees, almost terrified to look up and see the damage he'd caused. He never really remembered much when Arkne took over. They were not on the same wavelength at all, barely even managed to graze each other in understanding on the best of days.
Pale blue eyes finally looked up, ignoring the other elves coming around them as they caught sight of the blond several feet away from him.
"Lyra?"