- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- Writing Levels
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Supernatural, Fantasy, Romance, Realistic, Modern Fantasy, Post Apocalypse, Tragedy
He smiled hearing the nickname she had got for him. It did suit him, after all. Evan couldn't remember what he had on his second period, so he checked the paper on his pocket as they walked out of the auditorium. "I have mythology after it as well... Spyro" told her with another nice smile. That wasn't a nickname he'd keep for her, but he was just teasing her back. The people hiding from sunlight caught his attention, and he believed it was probably really annoying to be one of them. He couldn't even imagine how it would be to not ever feel the sun against his skin again. Anyway, he didn't say anything about that and just kept walking. He felt quite good for some reason, and he knew that, if he had one, his tail would be shaking from one side to another.