- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- Weekends
- Writing Levels
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy (medieval or modern), sci-fi, steampunk, genres involving dragons
He could feel the anger though everything around him. She was upset, but there was nothing to be upset at, except for him. He almost felt bad... almost. He'd followed the lust for blood too easily. He needed her, but there was no room for an apology now. He trailed after her as she spoke, though his strides were long and slow. He was able to keep pace with her even while jogging, but he was silent. The trees still followed with the groaning of bark and trunk, but there was not even a snarl out of Kain.
He felt bad. Almost.
He hadn't done the right thing, but outside of the facility, there seemed to be defined role for right and wrong. He didn't understand. He'd been trying to defend her and sate the blood lust, but it wasn't good. He dropped his hands from his tongue, having liked the blood clean. He kept right behind her, but she emanated fury, and though he could have easily matched it, he chose not to.
They walked for some time, but Kain had nothing to say. He was enjoying the outside. There was so much and he'd forgotten what everything looked like. The fake environment back in his cell was nothing when compared to what it was based on. Real nature had a strange sense of wonder about it, and as he followed Jami, he looked around. There was little in his golden eyes to suggest anger, but there was still a sort of bitterness behind the irises from his previous situation.
But they weren't being chased, not for the moment.
Night fell upon them, and with the trees covering the sky, Kain didn't know where to go. Now there was really a reason not to lose Jami. "...Do you want to stop?" he asked.
He felt bad. Almost.
He hadn't done the right thing, but outside of the facility, there seemed to be defined role for right and wrong. He didn't understand. He'd been trying to defend her and sate the blood lust, but it wasn't good. He dropped his hands from his tongue, having liked the blood clean. He kept right behind her, but she emanated fury, and though he could have easily matched it, he chose not to.
They walked for some time, but Kain had nothing to say. He was enjoying the outside. There was so much and he'd forgotten what everything looked like. The fake environment back in his cell was nothing when compared to what it was based on. Real nature had a strange sense of wonder about it, and as he followed Jami, he looked around. There was little in his golden eyes to suggest anger, but there was still a sort of bitterness behind the irises from his previous situation.
But they weren't being chased, not for the moment.
Night fell upon them, and with the trees covering the sky, Kain didn't know where to go. Now there was really a reason not to lose Jami. "...Do you want to stop?" he asked.