- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- Speed of Light
- One post per day
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Transgender
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Romance, A bit of horror, magical, and almost everything.
Vance hung on Rain's every word as Sylvia watched her teammate. As Reyna finished up, Sylvia gave her a smile, laughing as she insisted it was hers and Lev's turn. "Hey, can't blame the guy for wanting to relax." She noted as Lev worked on his hair. Just seeing how the hair almost instantly frizzed up made the girl wonder how he was taking care of his precious hair. Was he even conditioning it? If it got that frizzy that quickly something was up. Sylvia tore her thoughts away from Lev's hair and toward the actual questions. "Right, story, well I guess I'm a little similar to Reyna's in a way." The silverette adjusted herself, turning right side up for the more serious discussion. "I mean, my mom's a huntress, my dad's a hunter, it kinda makes sense. Though, that changed when I lost my legs." She unconsciously moved to rub at the stumps, feeling the scars around the ports. "Mom and Dad were all convinced that I couldn't be a huntress. So, I was determined to prove them wrong. I built these babies," Sylvia leaned back to pat the prosthetics, smiling at them, "And proved that at the very least I could walk around and do most normal things with them. After that I did your regular old things. Went to the exam. Passed. Got accepted. No cool stories like you two." She shrugged, leaning back in her chair as she looked over at Lev. "Looks like it's your turn."
Before Lev could speak, Vance quickly pounced back on their leader. "You didn't tell us why you wanted to become a huntress though!" He crossed his arm as he gave the silverette a stern look. "You can't ask us to tell then forget yourself! Aren't you supposed to set an example?" He harrumphed, his ears swiveling back in irritation.
Sylvia blinked as Vance caught on to her trying to weasel out of the question. "I thought I answered it though. It's in the family." She shrugged, only to get a glare from the wolf boy that sent her laughing. "All right, all right, I'll tell you. It's a little embarrassing though." She settled her arms behind her head, staring up at the ceiling. "See, there was this story that my mom always used to tell me when I would go to bed. It was always about this amazing huntress. She'd save the day, defeat the monster, and bring peace wherever she went. The secret though was that the huntress only had one arm. Even with such a disadvantage she could do all these amazing things." Sylvia closed her eyes, seeing the fiery blonde hair her mother would describe and the fierce fights between the huntress and grimm. "I wanted to be just like that huntress. Losing my legs only strengthened that feeling. After all, if she could fight with one arm, I could fight with no legs." She finished, opening her eyes and sighing. Looking back at her group, Sylvia felt an irritating pressure build in her chest. "So, Lev time for your story." It amazed the girl how little questions her group asked her, how little pity they showed her. Most would have already demanded details about how she lost her legs. Others gave her that stupid look as if she was just a poor little thing, a forever broken doll. Maybe it was because they had seen her fight. Maybe they just weren't inquisitive people. Whatever the reason, Sylvia appreciated it, though she anticipated questions in the future.
Stone still in his spot, Vance listened with wide eyes and attentive ears. He had a million and two questions he wanted to ask Sylvia-and Rain and Lev and-but those should wait. He couldn't interrupt the flow of the stories now. So Vance bit his lip and looked expectantly at Lev, practically wiggling as he tried desperately to wait until the end of their stories to ask questions, to spark conversations again.
Before Lev could speak, Vance quickly pounced back on their leader. "You didn't tell us why you wanted to become a huntress though!" He crossed his arm as he gave the silverette a stern look. "You can't ask us to tell then forget yourself! Aren't you supposed to set an example?" He harrumphed, his ears swiveling back in irritation.
Sylvia blinked as Vance caught on to her trying to weasel out of the question. "I thought I answered it though. It's in the family." She shrugged, only to get a glare from the wolf boy that sent her laughing. "All right, all right, I'll tell you. It's a little embarrassing though." She settled her arms behind her head, staring up at the ceiling. "See, there was this story that my mom always used to tell me when I would go to bed. It was always about this amazing huntress. She'd save the day, defeat the monster, and bring peace wherever she went. The secret though was that the huntress only had one arm. Even with such a disadvantage she could do all these amazing things." Sylvia closed her eyes, seeing the fiery blonde hair her mother would describe and the fierce fights between the huntress and grimm. "I wanted to be just like that huntress. Losing my legs only strengthened that feeling. After all, if she could fight with one arm, I could fight with no legs." She finished, opening her eyes and sighing. Looking back at her group, Sylvia felt an irritating pressure build in her chest. "So, Lev time for your story." It amazed the girl how little questions her group asked her, how little pity they showed her. Most would have already demanded details about how she lost her legs. Others gave her that stupid look as if she was just a poor little thing, a forever broken doll. Maybe it was because they had seen her fight. Maybe they just weren't inquisitive people. Whatever the reason, Sylvia appreciated it, though she anticipated questions in the future.
Stone still in his spot, Vance listened with wide eyes and attentive ears. He had a million and two questions he wanted to ask Sylvia-and Rain and Lev and-but those should wait. He couldn't interrupt the flow of the stories now. So Vance bit his lip and looked expectantly at Lev, practically wiggling as he tried desperately to wait until the end of their stories to ask questions, to spark conversations again.