- 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.
The girl took a few unsteady steps forward, then looked around as she felt something wrap around her. After a moment, she felt herself cradled, and Rare settled Miles' arms without protest and closed her eyes. Every part of her felt heavy, felt ready to sleep, but she forced her eyes to remain open, though she kept her face turned toward Miles, forehead rested against him as the girl did her best to avoid clanking her horns against the soldier.
The man shivered as he placed her onto a seat, and she sank into a soft cushion. The vehicle rumbled, and she felt her head tumble forward as the hand on her shoulder offered her comfort while she could not see clearly. Brown eyes drifted shut, only to open as she felt the stop. Her head lifted and looked around, but her eyes still saw only blurs of light and dark as she followed him out on arrival, accepting his assistance without question.
He came to a stop. Rare looked toward him, though her gaze didn't quite center on him. Her dilated pupils didn't quite center as they sought something to connect with. For a brief moment, her pupils constricted visibly as her vision cleared just enough so she could look at him directly.
He said they were to part ways, and her expression fell. Miles' reassurances elicited a nod before she finally lifted her right hand to her lips, then let it drop towards him: not unlike blowing a kiss. She forced a smile, despite her fear, in an attempt to reassure him that she would be alright, though she could smell his worry.
A moment passed, and then she stepped toward him suddenly and wrapped her arms around his waist before she pulled back and turned from him to look around, to find where she needed to go, but if there were signs, she couldn't read them, and even when she squinted, her vision remained dark and blurry.
The man shivered as he placed her onto a seat, and she sank into a soft cushion. The vehicle rumbled, and she felt her head tumble forward as the hand on her shoulder offered her comfort while she could not see clearly. Brown eyes drifted shut, only to open as she felt the stop. Her head lifted and looked around, but her eyes still saw only blurs of light and dark as she followed him out on arrival, accepting his assistance without question.
He came to a stop. Rare looked toward him, though her gaze didn't quite center on him. Her dilated pupils didn't quite center as they sought something to connect with. For a brief moment, her pupils constricted visibly as her vision cleared just enough so she could look at him directly.
He said they were to part ways, and her expression fell. Miles' reassurances elicited a nod before she finally lifted her right hand to her lips, then let it drop towards him: not unlike blowing a kiss. She forced a smile, despite her fear, in an attempt to reassure him that she would be alright, though she could smell his worry.
A moment passed, and then she stepped toward him suddenly and wrapped her arms around his waist before she pulled back and turned from him to look around, to find where she needed to go, but if there were signs, she couldn't read them, and even when she squinted, her vision remained dark and blurry.