- Invitation Status
- Not accepting invites at this time
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- 1-3 posts per week
- Online Availability
- I have Thursdays off between two jobs. I am usually available on Wednesdays and Sundays, too. I will usually respond in the evenings, if I can, on the days I work.
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Fantasy, Romance, Medieval, Futuristic, Apocalyptic, Sci-Fi, Modern, Action, Adventure, some High-Fantasy, Lord of the Rings, Pacific Rim, King Arthur, anything Game of Thrones-esque
"In time, yes." Keene agreed quietly as he opened the door to the Waterlily and the hybrid made his way into the cockpit, saying nothing more as he used the sensors to make sure Raxiel and Dorene were inside before shutting the door and the sky-opening above Nyteek's room, and starting the ship up. It didn't take long before they broke atmosphere and Keene sent the ship speeding away from the small planet. He didn't jump, biting back a whimper at the very thought, but he did cloak them before standing unsteadily from the chair. Blood coated the thing, some his and some not, but the black-haired male didn't even seem to notice.
His mind was in a haze as he made his way past his companions and down the corridor to the showers. He washed the blood off in a routine-like way and dressed carefully, dully assessing the wounds all over his body, healing, leaving no marks. Keene didn't look himself in the mirror, didn't dare to and he left the showers with his hair dripping, dressed loosely and without shoes. In short, he looked almost like the child-like version of himself in Tessa dream.
Just an older, hurt, numb, exhausted version.
The hybrid wasn't really aware of where the others were as he made his way to Nyteek's room. They could have been following him or in a different part of the ship entirely. He didn't know and he didn't care as the Aislon greeted him with a soft croon and Keene moved to her side, laying down and curling himself there. The creature settled her body around him, curling protectively and she nuzzled and breathed into his wet hair as Keene started to cry.
He wasn't loud, he didn't sob or wail....he just cried. The pressure in his chest had only been abated slightly by killing, the pain numbed temporarily, but it wasn't enough and now the horror and the guilt, the pain and sadness escaped in bitter, salty lines down his face, reminding him that he'd failed the people that had been killed. Keene cried and he only did so because he had faith that Nyteek would keep people away.
What he wasn't really aware of yet was that Nyteek LIKED these three new people in a way she'd never liked anyone but Keene himself. If one of them came in now, she wouldn't hinder them in the slightest.
His mind was in a haze as he made his way past his companions and down the corridor to the showers. He washed the blood off in a routine-like way and dressed carefully, dully assessing the wounds all over his body, healing, leaving no marks. Keene didn't look himself in the mirror, didn't dare to and he left the showers with his hair dripping, dressed loosely and without shoes. In short, he looked almost like the child-like version of himself in Tessa dream.
Just an older, hurt, numb, exhausted version.
The hybrid wasn't really aware of where the others were as he made his way to Nyteek's room. They could have been following him or in a different part of the ship entirely. He didn't know and he didn't care as the Aislon greeted him with a soft croon and Keene moved to her side, laying down and curling himself there. The creature settled her body around him, curling protectively and she nuzzled and breathed into his wet hair as Keene started to cry.
He wasn't loud, he didn't sob or wail....he just cried. The pressure in his chest had only been abated slightly by killing, the pain numbed temporarily, but it wasn't enough and now the horror and the guilt, the pain and sadness escaped in bitter, salty lines down his face, reminding him that he'd failed the people that had been killed. Keene cried and he only did so because he had faith that Nyteek would keep people away.
What he wasn't really aware of yet was that Nyteek LIKED these three new people in a way she'd never liked anyone but Keene himself. If one of them came in now, she wouldn't hinder them in the slightest.