- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- Multiple posts per week
- Online Availability
- It varies wildly.
- Writing Levels
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Nonbinary
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- I'm open to a wide range of genres. Obscenely wide. It's harder for me to list all I do like than all I don't like.
My favorite settings are fantasy combined with something else, multiverse, post-apoc, historical (mixed with something else), and futuristic. I'm not limited to those, but it's a good start.
My favorite genres include mystery, adventure, action, drama, tragedy (must be mixed with something else and kept balanced), romance (again must be mixed, and more.
I'm happy to include elements of slice-of-life and romance, but doing them on their own doesn't hold my interest indefinitely.
Blood sample. Jade's expression remained neutral, but Kindall's grip on his tiny aunt tightened as he smelled her apprehension and felt the subtle tension in her body. Still, he merely smiled and nodded, events of the previous moments with Kámír already forgotten.
Sure, he doubted Kámír could do anything to hurt a Hunter, but his aunt was a different story, and she was the one who would need protection, rather than him... Though the needles would be more problematic than an attack.
"That sounds reasonable. We are ready," Jade's voice lacked fear as she spoke in English, and she offered a small smile that displayed none of the uncertainty that Kinny smelled.
He really, really wished that any comment he made wouldn't be understood by his aunt, but Kinny couldn't warn them without undermining her in this instance, so instead he whispered to the tiny woman directly. "Auntie, you should warn them about how you are with needles."
"I can handle it, I am certain."
"Auntie," he pleaded, but a sharp glance silenced him, and he stood up straight with a heavy sigh, then adopted his usual smile. "Yeah, I guess we're ready," he agreed at a more audible volume.
Those brushes that seemed to mean little to Ári affected Warwick, though he'd never admit it aloud. They served created and built a sense of comradeship in him that led him to a sense of security that banished his usual reservations and stress, and as they finished and she vocalized her challenge, he grinned at her.
"Alright," he accepted, then rolled his shoulders and bent at his knees. He gripped the bar, then closed his eyes to imagine in his mind how dead lifters in videos did it before he put his bulk into the raise.
Too much!
The weight nearly ripped out from his grip as the force of his lift tried to send it flying.
With an animalistic yelp, the rod flew out from his fingers. "Shit!" His eyes widened, and he stared up at the rod. With a wince, it clanged against the ceiling before it headed back down. He held his arms out and caught it in the crook of his elbows with a loud SNAP, but instead of howling in pain or collapsing, he just stood there, shocked as he stared at his strangely-bent arms as the rod fell to the floor. "I think I put too much muscle into that..."
For a few moments, he gawked, then sighed. "Not enough calcium in my diet or something." With a mumble, he slipped his jacket off and shook his arms a bit before he looked toward Ári. "This... is gonna look weird. You might wanna turn away. Trust me, though, I'm alright."
As if it was punctuation to his words, his arms cracked loudly, and then jerked into proper alignment.
Warwick bit his lip and hissed through his teeth, then bent his arms a few times to test them. "Ow..."
Sure, he doubted Kámír could do anything to hurt a Hunter, but his aunt was a different story, and she was the one who would need protection, rather than him... Though the needles would be more problematic than an attack.
"That sounds reasonable. We are ready," Jade's voice lacked fear as she spoke in English, and she offered a small smile that displayed none of the uncertainty that Kinny smelled.
He really, really wished that any comment he made wouldn't be understood by his aunt, but Kinny couldn't warn them without undermining her in this instance, so instead he whispered to the tiny woman directly. "Auntie, you should warn them about how you are with needles."
"I can handle it, I am certain."
"Auntie," he pleaded, but a sharp glance silenced him, and he stood up straight with a heavy sigh, then adopted his usual smile. "Yeah, I guess we're ready," he agreed at a more audible volume.
~*~
Those brushes that seemed to mean little to Ári affected Warwick, though he'd never admit it aloud. They served created and built a sense of comradeship in him that led him to a sense of security that banished his usual reservations and stress, and as they finished and she vocalized her challenge, he grinned at her.
"Alright," he accepted, then rolled his shoulders and bent at his knees. He gripped the bar, then closed his eyes to imagine in his mind how dead lifters in videos did it before he put his bulk into the raise.
Too much!
The weight nearly ripped out from his grip as the force of his lift tried to send it flying.
With an animalistic yelp, the rod flew out from his fingers. "Shit!" His eyes widened, and he stared up at the rod. With a wince, it clanged against the ceiling before it headed back down. He held his arms out and caught it in the crook of his elbows with a loud SNAP, but instead of howling in pain or collapsing, he just stood there, shocked as he stared at his strangely-bent arms as the rod fell to the floor. "I think I put too much muscle into that..."
For a few moments, he gawked, then sighed. "Not enough calcium in my diet or something." With a mumble, he slipped his jacket off and shook his arms a bit before he looked toward Ári. "This... is gonna look weird. You might wanna turn away. Trust me, though, I'm alright."
As if it was punctuation to his words, his arms cracked loudly, and then jerked into proper alignment.
Warwick bit his lip and hissed through his teeth, then bent his arms a few times to test them. "Ow..."