- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy ANYTHING, magical/medieval fantasy, modern fantasy, future fantasy, high fantasy (mages and magic) sci-fi, horror, Flowing Romance (no love at first sight and nothing fluffy), vampires, werewolves, space odyssey, epic quest, adventure, combat, action, HUMOR <3, Anthro, World of Warcraft. Non-Human races.
Esha could tell from her crouched defensive position that this dwarf simply oozed smarmy, cocky, confidence. He walked like he owned the world and everything was to bow to his short fat feet. He was especially pleased tonight. Having purchased a new high value fighter. Not only sexually appealing, for half cat, but one with a rare deadly ability to shape change. He was seeing piles of coins, boozes and loose women as he looked at Esha. He saw the money she'd bring him, if she could stay alive. "Ya don't look worse fer wear after gnawing on that night terror. That's why I put ya with Tarsus. Knew he'd medicate ya so ya wouldn't die on me."
He paced the cage looking her over properly though experience taught him to be far enough away that he was out of her reach. "And ya've not killed him either… Ya not a mindless beast." He nodded with pride as that was what he thought. "Well since ya play so nice together she'll be your new partner. I've been wanting to get into team matches but I didn't have someone worth pairing with you, Tarry boy." He said in an obnoxious tone to Tarsus, giving him his own pet name. "So you'll be trainin' with her till your next fight."
Those words meant that they'd not be fighting again this night. Although this didn't give a time frame on when they'd be leaving. Esha remembered the original advice Tarsus gave and had she listened she'd not have painful bleeding lashes in her skin. So she merely curled her lips back to snarl and hiss at the dwarf. Something he seemed to tolerate for now. She wanted to throw the bottle but that wouldn't get her anywhere.
He paced the cage looking her over properly though experience taught him to be far enough away that he was out of her reach. "And ya've not killed him either… Ya not a mindless beast." He nodded with pride as that was what he thought. "Well since ya play so nice together she'll be your new partner. I've been wanting to get into team matches but I didn't have someone worth pairing with you, Tarry boy." He said in an obnoxious tone to Tarsus, giving him his own pet name. "So you'll be trainin' with her till your next fight."
Those words meant that they'd not be fighting again this night. Although this didn't give a time frame on when they'd be leaving. Esha remembered the original advice Tarsus gave and had she listened she'd not have painful bleeding lashes in her skin. So she merely curled her lips back to snarl and hiss at the dwarf. Something he seemed to tolerate for now. She wanted to throw the bottle but that wouldn't get her anywhere.