- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- Online Availability
- Almost every day
- Writing Levels
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Fantasy, medieval fantasy, vampires and other supernatural creatures, magical, yaoi, mature, romance, horror. I also have a thing for darker themes. More than everything I love varied roleplays, with comedy, drama, action and dark things all thrown in.
Delilah closed her eyes shut when she heard Marilyn's quivering voice. The poor girl looked and acted so sweet, despite her hidden intentions it had been actually hard for Delilah to be mean to her. Without her ghost's aid on making her seem terrifying, she doubted she would have been able to stand up for herself.
The group of Marilyn's new friends showed their concern for her when she was back in her seat. They all had seen how close to lashing out Delilah had been. Hopefully Marilyn wasn't cursed now.
During the rest of the class, between what had happened and how boring History was for her, Delilah could hardly concentrate. She stormed out of the classroom as soon as the lesson was finished. As she went out of the door, she almost rammed into a boy from a higher class. She muttered a rushed apology and went on her way.
The boy looked back at her wondering what was her problem, and then waited for Marilyn's group of friends to come out. The boy was wearing a large necklace with some strange symbol, a symbol Marilyn could recognize in her new friends' backpacks, necklaces, binders... They belonged to some kind of group apparently. "You okay?" The boy asked before he even asked for Marilyn's name. He was a huge empath, and could feel both Marilyn's and Delilah's lingering distress on her.
The group of Marilyn's new friends showed their concern for her when she was back in her seat. They all had seen how close to lashing out Delilah had been. Hopefully Marilyn wasn't cursed now.
During the rest of the class, between what had happened and how boring History was for her, Delilah could hardly concentrate. She stormed out of the classroom as soon as the lesson was finished. As she went out of the door, she almost rammed into a boy from a higher class. She muttered a rushed apology and went on her way.
The boy looked back at her wondering what was her problem, and then waited for Marilyn's group of friends to come out. The boy was wearing a large necklace with some strange symbol, a symbol Marilyn could recognize in her new friends' backpacks, necklaces, binders... They belonged to some kind of group apparently. "You okay?" The boy asked before he even asked for Marilyn's name. He was a huge empath, and could feel both Marilyn's and Delilah's lingering distress on her.