- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- Online Availability
- Whenever I'm not working. Work schedule depends on the week and season. More active at night.
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Scifi, Modern, Magical, Romance, Supernatural, Fandom, Modern Fantasy, Dystopian, Some Anime's, Mature
((OOC: Sorry I took so long to reply, I've been busy.))
Usually, hunting wouldn't be so difficult. Katchow would be able to shoot several rats, and maybe even a bird, on any given day. Except for today, and she had the rain to thank for than. Damned downpour, she thought bitterly, throwing the rats over her shoulder. Kat had only been out for about an hour, getting dinner for everyone. She often did this, because the group had to eat, and she was a pretty good shot. She had just finished stringing all of her catchings- four rats- together, and was going back to meet up with her group. She imagined that because of the rain, they'd probably be exactly where she had left them.
So, imagine her surprise when she returned, only to find Aim and a stranger standing around. "Who is he?" She asked Aim, nodding her head towards the stranger. Her fingers gripped the bow in her hands harder, and her other hand twitched to get an arrow out of her sheath, which was slung across her body. Katchow was always skeptical around strangers, because you really couldn't trust anyone in a world like this. Her eyes shifted around their small area that they had all been earlier, asking yet another question. "And where is everybody else?"
Usually, hunting wouldn't be so difficult. Katchow would be able to shoot several rats, and maybe even a bird, on any given day. Except for today, and she had the rain to thank for than. Damned downpour, she thought bitterly, throwing the rats over her shoulder. Kat had only been out for about an hour, getting dinner for everyone. She often did this, because the group had to eat, and she was a pretty good shot. She had just finished stringing all of her catchings- four rats- together, and was going back to meet up with her group. She imagined that because of the rain, they'd probably be exactly where she had left them.
So, imagine her surprise when she returned, only to find Aim and a stranger standing around. "Who is he?" She asked Aim, nodding her head towards the stranger. Her fingers gripped the bow in her hands harder, and her other hand twitched to get an arrow out of her sheath, which was slung across her body. Katchow was always skeptical around strangers, because you really couldn't trust anyone in a world like this. Her eyes shifted around their small area that they had all been earlier, asking yet another question. "And where is everybody else?"