- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- Speed of Light
- One post per day
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Transgender
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Romance, A bit of horror, magical, and almost everything.
Don't do it, Lorelei's mind told her. This will only end in trouble. She hesitated before taking the papers out and handing them to the man. "I'd like them back afterwards, if you would be so kind." Now if he caught any glimpse of her face he would know about her for sure. The fishwoman pulled her cloak's hood tighter against her head, keeping preying eyes from seeing any part of her features. She felt near shivers as she glanced at the bounty hunter. The man reminded her too much of Him. They had the same air about them, the same fake trusting air that meant they would stab you in the back if it benefitted them. She nearly wanted to run and never come back.
Lorelei moved her thoughts to the ship, thinking about improvements and what she could do to fix up. The water pump seemed to be working fine, though she could make it so that some of the salt was separated instead of just being put back into the sea. They could sell it to traders if needed, so instead of stealing they could lay low, if the captain wanted. She knew nobody could find the Striker, not with how they were hiding it. They would have to go out of their way just to find the ship. So, they were safe at least for a few days.
Her thoughts focused back onto the bounty hunter. "I never caught your name." She said, a cool tone in her voice. Repressing emotions was something of a family trait she found as she grew up. Fear was pushed to the back of her mind as she continued. "Care to tell me?"
Lorelei moved her thoughts to the ship, thinking about improvements and what she could do to fix up. The water pump seemed to be working fine, though she could make it so that some of the salt was separated instead of just being put back into the sea. They could sell it to traders if needed, so instead of stealing they could lay low, if the captain wanted. She knew nobody could find the Striker, not with how they were hiding it. They would have to go out of their way just to find the ship. So, they were safe at least for a few days.
Her thoughts focused back onto the bounty hunter. "I never caught your name." She said, a cool tone in her voice. Repressing emotions was something of a family trait she found as she grew up. Fear was pushed to the back of her mind as she continued. "Care to tell me?"