- Posting Speed
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- One post per week
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Futanari
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, romance, yaoi/yuri, vampires (non-twilight vampires preferred) though right now I'm VERY interested in finding a romance fantasy
He'd just wanted to change. it had been two weeks since he had stretched his claws, his wings, among other normal things for himself. He'd been so busy creating schedules and teaching classes that every time he'd been about to do something, things got in the way. He was finally going to do it.
He didn't care if his office door was unlocked. He didn't care he was in the middle of the freaking university. He needed to change or risk insane during a class or tutoring session. Closing his dark eyes he stretched his arms, twisting in his seat to pull the muscles and make them loose. Then he rose, his chair rolling back out of the way as he began to twist again, but this time in a less physical motion and more physiological way.
Arms shortened and grew black feathers. His decently trimmed chest blended with his black shirt which then became feathers. Last he hopped up on the desk, landing when his head popped into the shape of a raven's head and his legs were taloned claws that could easily rip pray apart.
"Ah, much better," he said, not having heard the door open at all. Mr. Rodnie Lassler was caught, even if he didn't know it himself just then.