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- Not accepting invites at this time
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- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- 1-3 posts per week
- Online Availability
- 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
Arrah looked after the younger elf with a slight smirk. "Well, that went rather wonderfully."
Her comment was lost on Nik as he stood abruptly from the table and practically flew outside after Lyra. He wanted to be boiling with rage, but all he could feel with an intense irritation and frustration with the stubborn, know-it-all, seemingly coldhearted elf he'd been forced to marry. He came upon her in the stables and without waiting for her to even turn - if she would acknowledge him at all - started speaking.
"What is your problem?! You don't even know me and yet you're so convinced I am nothing but crap on the bottom of your boot! You've done nothing but make assumptions since the day we met and I'm more than sick of it! I'm not a damn stonehearted, prissy, can't-even-think-unless-I have-a-sword-in-my-hand-elf! Stop expecting me to be one! I'm not! I never will be and goddess knows you've given me absolutely no reason to want to be one!" He'd started to yell outright by the end of it, but Nik didn't care as his pale eyes blazed with anger he could now feel perfectly fine.
"Why is kindness and family and love and compassion so disdained by your species, by my species!? What is WRONG with all of you!? I don't NEED someone to 'hold my hand', you self-righteous b***ch! But even you spend time with your brother and your mother! Why is my desire to know one effing person in this god-forsaken city has my back so horrible?! It's not like I can trust any of you!"
Okay, maybe not the best way to handle things, but....oh well.
Her comment was lost on Nik as he stood abruptly from the table and practically flew outside after Lyra. He wanted to be boiling with rage, but all he could feel with an intense irritation and frustration with the stubborn, know-it-all, seemingly coldhearted elf he'd been forced to marry. He came upon her in the stables and without waiting for her to even turn - if she would acknowledge him at all - started speaking.
"What is your problem?! You don't even know me and yet you're so convinced I am nothing but crap on the bottom of your boot! You've done nothing but make assumptions since the day we met and I'm more than sick of it! I'm not a damn stonehearted, prissy, can't-even-think-unless-I have-a-sword-in-my-hand-elf! Stop expecting me to be one! I'm not! I never will be and goddess knows you've given me absolutely no reason to want to be one!" He'd started to yell outright by the end of it, but Nik didn't care as his pale eyes blazed with anger he could now feel perfectly fine.
"Why is kindness and family and love and compassion so disdained by your species, by my species!? What is WRONG with all of you!? I don't NEED someone to 'hold my hand', you self-righteous b***ch! But even you spend time with your brother and your mother! Why is my desire to know one effing person in this god-forsaken city has my back so horrible?! It's not like I can trust any of you!"
Okay, maybe not the best way to handle things, but....oh well.