- Invitation Status
- Not accepting invites at this time
- Posting Speed
- 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
"Good grief, woman, you never let me pay."
Warren's compliant was only halfhearted, more amused than anything as he let Cleo have her way. He shook his head in mock exasperation as they left the ice cream store, though, and then focused his attention back to his frozen chocolate treat. He'd not had chocolate in nearly six months and the werewolf had to stifle a moan of delight, the pure happiness lighting up his gray eyes much like Cleo's brown with pure bliss. Ice cream truly was the best thing in the world.
Well, maybe following meat.
Warren had to admit that given the choice between ice cream and a freshly killed deer...he wasn't sure which one would win. As a 'human' he craved meat and as a wolf he needed it. The combination was a powerful drive.
Just as powerful as the instinct that told him NOT to answer his phone when it rang. Warren growled, the sound possibly a bit more wolfish than he intended as he fished the device from his pocket and looked at the screen. His gray eyes narrowed in dislike before he shut the ringer off and replaced the phone back in his jeans, glancing at Cleo as he did with a small, forced smile. "Just work. I'll call them back."
Just his babysitters keeping tabs on him, unhappy that he'd delayed getting to his target. Warren didn't much care at the moment. The last thing he wanted to do was follow another snotty, rich teenage girl around and 'replace' her if she managed to get into trouble anyway - like when she snuck off, because all teenagers were that stupid. At least every single one he'd guarded had been. No, he'd much rather be here, with Cleo, for just a few hours before he disappeared again and she didn't hear from him for months. The agency could give him that...even if he'd not technically asked.
"So, do you have some place you have to be? Or are we going back to your place?" The blond grinned. "I'm afraid mine is a motel at the moment."
Warren's compliant was only halfhearted, more amused than anything as he let Cleo have her way. He shook his head in mock exasperation as they left the ice cream store, though, and then focused his attention back to his frozen chocolate treat. He'd not had chocolate in nearly six months and the werewolf had to stifle a moan of delight, the pure happiness lighting up his gray eyes much like Cleo's brown with pure bliss. Ice cream truly was the best thing in the world.
Well, maybe following meat.
Warren had to admit that given the choice between ice cream and a freshly killed deer...he wasn't sure which one would win. As a 'human' he craved meat and as a wolf he needed it. The combination was a powerful drive.
Just as powerful as the instinct that told him NOT to answer his phone when it rang. Warren growled, the sound possibly a bit more wolfish than he intended as he fished the device from his pocket and looked at the screen. His gray eyes narrowed in dislike before he shut the ringer off and replaced the phone back in his jeans, glancing at Cleo as he did with a small, forced smile. "Just work. I'll call them back."
Just his babysitters keeping tabs on him, unhappy that he'd delayed getting to his target. Warren didn't much care at the moment. The last thing he wanted to do was follow another snotty, rich teenage girl around and 'replace' her if she managed to get into trouble anyway - like when she snuck off, because all teenagers were that stupid. At least every single one he'd guarded had been. No, he'd much rather be here, with Cleo, for just a few hours before he disappeared again and she didn't hear from him for months. The agency could give him that...even if he'd not technically asked.
"So, do you have some place you have to be? Or are we going back to your place?" The blond grinned. "I'm afraid mine is a motel at the moment."