- 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.
He began explaining, and though she didn't understand, his conviction and his hug convinced her to at least listen to him. Exycoran? Taelrikon? Both sounded made-up to her.
However, he did succeed in calming her. The keening stopped, and the trembling slowly eased as Rare buried her face against the man. Still nervous, but not terrified as she had been.
She still smelled the wreckage clearly. She heard the loud explosions and bangs and felt the overpowering sensation she couldn't put a name to, and even with her wrecked vision, light shot out and she could only bury her face further to try to block it out as she struggled with her fear.
Her defenses slipped, offering a brief image of a girl taken from her loving father as little more than a toddler by a stranger in the night.
Her defenses returned.
However, he did succeed in calming her. The keening stopped, and the trembling slowly eased as Rare buried her face against the man. Still nervous, but not terrified as she had been.
She still smelled the wreckage clearly. She heard the loud explosions and bangs and felt the overpowering sensation she couldn't put a name to, and even with her wrecked vision, light shot out and she could only bury her face further to try to block it out as she struggled with her fear.
Her defenses slipped, offering a brief image of a girl taken from her loving father as little more than a toddler by a stranger in the night.
Her defenses returned.