- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- Multiple posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- On fairly regularly, every day. I'll notice a PM almost immediately. Replies come randomly.
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- No Preferences
- Genres
- High fantasy is my personal favorite, followed closely by modern fantasy and post-apocalyptic, but I can happily play in any genre if the plot is good enough.
Through a haze of grey, misty fog, a lone silhouette sat on the edge of a bank, feet dipping in to a swirling, grey river. The figure rested comfortably at the edge of the bank, leaning back onto both hands. Occasionally, one foot or the other would bounce slightly, lifting pale toes out of the water, before they dropped back in. The figure stared vacantly out across the water, eyes occasionally darting restlessly from one side to the other. However, other than those occasional, small motions, there was no other movement in this realm of infinite, pale grey.
However, a moment later, the stillness was broken as the figure at the bank leaned forwards, pulling feet up into a crouched position, before leaning over the river. One long finger dropped into the grey water, and a ripple of golden light appeared where skin met water. As the finger moved upstream, the golden light drew out into a ribbon, waving slightly with the motion of the water. A faint smile played across the face of the lone person, before a sharp, sucking, popping noise suddenly ran out across the river.
Blue-grey eyes going wide, the figure's finger was instantly withdrawn from the water, as though something had bitten its soft skin. The golden light that had waved lazily through the water was also gone without a trace. Frowning, the lone figure's hands dipped into the river, pulling out little more than a mouthful of water in cupped palms. Staring intently into the puddle, look of concentration barely wavering, one thumb finally moved out, touching the surface of the water and creating tiny ripples on the formerly glassy-smooth liquid.
Apparently satisfied, the figure released the water, allowing it to splash back into the grey river, before once more leaning back into a lounging position. Slowly, almost delicately, blue-grey eyes fluttered closed.
In the middle of the forest, a ten year old girl was bent almost double, hands carefully closed around the base of a small, blue flower. With a look of concentration plastered across her face, she tugged delicately at the flower. It snapped loose from the stem a second later, and a drop of faintly glowing liquid, the same shade of blue as the flower, dripped out, falling to the ground silently before being absorbed into the soil.
"Ah, no!" she shrieked, short-cropped brown hair flying in a halo around her head as she shook her head wildly back and forth, back and forth. She looked down at her hands, nose wrinkled into a stink-face.
"Stupid hands," she muttered, before finally letting out a huff of air and marching away from the now flowerless plant. Luckily for her, however, there were easily ten other sets of the little blue flower scattered around the clearing in the middle of the forest, and she set about carefully tugging the next one. This time, the bulb disconnected from the stem cleanly, causing the flower to start to shimmer faintly with a gentle light. Smiling to herself, the brown-haired girl deposited the flower into a small basket, which contained two other lightly glowing flowers.
By the time the sun reached its zenith, the girl's basket was almost completely filled with glowing blue flowers. Humming tunelessly to herself, the girl picked up her basket, covered it with a clean cloth, and then began to race through the woods, a small bounce occasionally creeping its way into her step.
It didn't take long for the girl to arrive at the edge of the forest, where simple, wood and stone houses had been built in a loose gathering. Darting through the streets, she eventually arrived in front of a house, before knocking on the door. "Hello!" she greeted cheerfully when the door finally opened. "Mama and I are new to the village, and she told me to bring these as gifts!" One small hand fished out a blue flower, before presenting it with a beaming smile.
The glow still hadn't faded from the flower despite how long it had been separated from the stem. In big cities, these flowers were often sold as cheap alchemy ingredients, but many villagers, unaware of their value, simply considered them pleasant decorations when picked cleanly.
"My name is Finley!"
However, a moment later, the stillness was broken as the figure at the bank leaned forwards, pulling feet up into a crouched position, before leaning over the river. One long finger dropped into the grey water, and a ripple of golden light appeared where skin met water. As the finger moved upstream, the golden light drew out into a ribbon, waving slightly with the motion of the water. A faint smile played across the face of the lone person, before a sharp, sucking, popping noise suddenly ran out across the river.
Blue-grey eyes going wide, the figure's finger was instantly withdrawn from the water, as though something had bitten its soft skin. The golden light that had waved lazily through the water was also gone without a trace. Frowning, the lone figure's hands dipped into the river, pulling out little more than a mouthful of water in cupped palms. Staring intently into the puddle, look of concentration barely wavering, one thumb finally moved out, touching the surface of the water and creating tiny ripples on the formerly glassy-smooth liquid.
Apparently satisfied, the figure released the water, allowing it to splash back into the grey river, before once more leaning back into a lounging position. Slowly, almost delicately, blue-grey eyes fluttered closed.
In the middle of the forest, a ten year old girl was bent almost double, hands carefully closed around the base of a small, blue flower. With a look of concentration plastered across her face, she tugged delicately at the flower. It snapped loose from the stem a second later, and a drop of faintly glowing liquid, the same shade of blue as the flower, dripped out, falling to the ground silently before being absorbed into the soil.
"Ah, no!" she shrieked, short-cropped brown hair flying in a halo around her head as she shook her head wildly back and forth, back and forth. She looked down at her hands, nose wrinkled into a stink-face.
"Stupid hands," she muttered, before finally letting out a huff of air and marching away from the now flowerless plant. Luckily for her, however, there were easily ten other sets of the little blue flower scattered around the clearing in the middle of the forest, and she set about carefully tugging the next one. This time, the bulb disconnected from the stem cleanly, causing the flower to start to shimmer faintly with a gentle light. Smiling to herself, the brown-haired girl deposited the flower into a small basket, which contained two other lightly glowing flowers.
By the time the sun reached its zenith, the girl's basket was almost completely filled with glowing blue flowers. Humming tunelessly to herself, the girl picked up her basket, covered it with a clean cloth, and then began to race through the woods, a small bounce occasionally creeping its way into her step.
It didn't take long for the girl to arrive at the edge of the forest, where simple, wood and stone houses had been built in a loose gathering. Darting through the streets, she eventually arrived in front of a house, before knocking on the door. "Hello!" she greeted cheerfully when the door finally opened. "Mama and I are new to the village, and she told me to bring these as gifts!" One small hand fished out a blue flower, before presenting it with a beaming smile.
The glow still hadn't faded from the flower despite how long it had been separated from the stem. In big cities, these flowers were often sold as cheap alchemy ingredients, but many villagers, unaware of their value, simply considered them pleasant decorations when picked cleanly.
"My name is Finley!"