- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- Quite often
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Dark Fantasy, Fantasy, Zombie, slice-of-life survival, Post Apocalyptic, Cyberpunk, Sci-fi, High Fantasy, Modern, medieval
Razuul bursts out laugh as she storms from her room, and flips over the couch, hiding behind it, with just his head poking out. "Come get me! I was kidding when I said that stuff burns, as an Angel I would drink it all the time. I can't ingest it at the rate I used to, but I can stand it hitting my skin." He makes quick jerky movements like he is going to make a run for it, trying to trick her.