- 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.
As the light filled the room, he could see the old woman working furiously at untying a boy in a chair. The boy's eyes were wide and unblinking, but the heaving in his chest showed he was still alive. As he felt the ropes loosen, he jerked and looked around, head moving rapidly. At the sight of Tolliver, he began to scream and struggle.
The other men began to pull Tolliver, trying to get him out of sight of the child as they looked at the man suspiciously.
Only after he was pulled away did the child stop screaming. Quiet sobbing replaced the ear-splitting terror, and as the woman tried to reassure the child, one of the big guys looked over Tolliver appraisingly. "Ruvan soldiers, or...?" He looked at the other.
"Maybe." He raised an eyebrow at Tolliver. "Got spare clothes?"
The other men began to pull Tolliver, trying to get him out of sight of the child as they looked at the man suspiciously.
Only after he was pulled away did the child stop screaming. Quiet sobbing replaced the ear-splitting terror, and as the woman tried to reassure the child, one of the big guys looked over Tolliver appraisingly. "Ruvan soldiers, or...?" He looked at the other.
"Maybe." He raised an eyebrow at Tolliver. "Got spare clothes?"