- 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.
Kinny laughed and, getting a quick grasp, he lunged back and poked at his side before he darted away. "Tag! You're it!" he called, forgetting for a moment the language barrier.
Jade watched Éjjel, then began to mimic him slowly. This felt more right than she'd felt in ages, and she snapped her arms down suddenly, shooting herself up with a pleased chirp before she slowed by spreading her arms and pushing her legs forward, spread open before she spun, pulled her limbs to herself, then dove, caught herself above the ground by spreading her limbs, then grinned wide at Éjjel.
"I have not flown this well ever before!" she exclaimed.
He heard the shift in her breathing and looked back. His heavy breathing was hard to miss.
"Keep your wits ready," he managed to tell her clumsily in her native language. His eyes lacked focus, and his defensive posture swayed. "You should stay... behind me."
He wasn't doing well. He wasn't doing well, and like this he couldn't protect the scared woman.
Instinct said to break out, get her free, and then keep her hidden from her own people. Reality said that he could scarcely hold himself up.
Jade watched Éjjel, then began to mimic him slowly. This felt more right than she'd felt in ages, and she snapped her arms down suddenly, shooting herself up with a pleased chirp before she slowed by spreading her arms and pushing her legs forward, spread open before she spun, pulled her limbs to herself, then dove, caught herself above the ground by spreading her limbs, then grinned wide at Éjjel.
"I have not flown this well ever before!" she exclaimed.
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He heard the shift in her breathing and looked back. His heavy breathing was hard to miss.
"Keep your wits ready," he managed to tell her clumsily in her native language. His eyes lacked focus, and his defensive posture swayed. "You should stay... behind me."
He wasn't doing well. He wasn't doing well, and like this he couldn't protect the scared woman.
Instinct said to break out, get her free, and then keep her hidden from her own people. Reality said that he could scarcely hold himself up.