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- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- 1-3 posts per week
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- 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
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- Advanced
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- 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
Summer hadn't followed Targas into the room. No, she'd stayed standing where she was, almost afraid to move. Her body felt like a live wire, ready to snap at a moment's notice and she could feel bile rising up in her throat. It only a took a moment for her body to let her know it was NOT happy and Summer went to her hands and knees quickly, expelling the contents of her stomach, bile and food and blood exiting and splashing on to the floor. She could feel it then, the virus from the Tracker she'd attacked trying to spread through her system and Summer's vision went hazy, unfocused.
She sat back on her heels, feeling the world spin and tilt around her and when she opened her eyes it was to see Targas eating...the Tracker. Some part of her wanted to tell him to stop, horrified, but more of her was fine with the sight for reasons she could not fathom at the moment and when he was done, she smiled faintly at him. It wasn't in approval, but she wasn't thoroughly disgusted or judging either.
Not when she'd been ready to truly kill their own teammates.
The woman closed her eyes again, seeing flashes of red, symbols before her mind's eye and a high-pitched, constant noise started to sound in her ears. It was annoying at first, but as it escalated, it brought pain and Summer whimpered, holding her head, willing it to stop. It didn't and the whimper morphed into a cry as she curled in on herself until her forehead touched her knees.
Her body was fighting the virus, but that was not where the noise or the pain came from and Summer started to see flashes of something she didn't understand. Creatures she'd never encountered before but somehow she felt she knew. Pale and vampiric, hairless, walking on all fours as often as they did two legs. One of them turned then and looked at her, seemed to truly see her and Summer felt her world fade to black.
The pain faded along with her consciousness.
She sat back on her heels, feeling the world spin and tilt around her and when she opened her eyes it was to see Targas eating...the Tracker. Some part of her wanted to tell him to stop, horrified, but more of her was fine with the sight for reasons she could not fathom at the moment and when he was done, she smiled faintly at him. It wasn't in approval, but she wasn't thoroughly disgusted or judging either.
Not when she'd been ready to truly kill their own teammates.
The woman closed her eyes again, seeing flashes of red, symbols before her mind's eye and a high-pitched, constant noise started to sound in her ears. It was annoying at first, but as it escalated, it brought pain and Summer whimpered, holding her head, willing it to stop. It didn't and the whimper morphed into a cry as she curled in on herself until her forehead touched her knees.
Her body was fighting the virus, but that was not where the noise or the pain came from and Summer started to see flashes of something she didn't understand. Creatures she'd never encountered before but somehow she felt she knew. Pale and vampiric, hairless, walking on all fours as often as they did two legs. One of them turned then and looked at her, seemed to truly see her and Summer felt her world fade to black.
The pain faded along with her consciousness.