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- Multiple posts per week
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- Genres
- High fantasy is my personal favorite, followed closely by modern fantasy and post-apocalyptic, but I can happily play in any genre if the plot is good enough.
It wanted him to close his eyes? All of the strange uneasiness about the nature of these creatures came flooding back into his mind. Perhaps he had not been as inaccurate as he thought when he speculated that the creature was simply leading him home for the slaughter. He watched it warily as it moved away from him and towards a different section of the room, but it soon turned to stare at him. For a couple of seconds they stood at an uneasy stalemate, before Aram, for all appearances, closed his eyes. He waited to see if it was going to go for a weapon, but instead the creature only began to shed its outfit. Quickly realizing that this must be a culture where the body was sacred, and not supposed to be fully seen by any but those who owned it, Aram fully closed his eyes. He would not have thought that these people would have such specific customs, considering their general lack of civility.
He kept his eyes closed until he heard the sound of a door opening and closing. Speculating that the creature had left the room it partially opened its eyes again, just enough to get a foggy sense of the room. If it was still in there, hopefully it would understand his desire to open his eyes was only for his own protection, and not for any desire to break its customs. But the creature was not in the room, so Aram opened his eyes the rest of the way. His blood bonds were growing stronger once more, but he desperately needed to replenish his energy with some sort of food. Hopefully that was what the creature had been signaling earlier, and not that it was going to be necessary for him to sacrifice flesh to remain in their nesting space. He would do it, so long as they fed him something other than his own skin immediately afterwords.
The creature returned, surrounded by a smell that was recognizable through all the universe, cooked flesh. It appeared he was not going to be expected to donate anything to these creatures, for which he could not help but feel a modicum of relief. Purposefully having to wound himself was never fun. He once more sat up carefully, before studying the food. It certainly looked odd, and there was going to be no way for him to tell whether or not it was eatable until he actually put it into his body. Then again he had once survived for over a month off of the leaves of the ethep while hiding from some of the Arak, and while he had been at full health in the time there was no creature in the universe that could eat those leaves without suffering some sort of negative side effects. Surely if this creature considered it eatable he would be able to find some sort of nutritional value from it.
He reached out a hand towards the plate, trying to grab a handful of the rather sticky looking food.
He kept his eyes closed until he heard the sound of a door opening and closing. Speculating that the creature had left the room it partially opened its eyes again, just enough to get a foggy sense of the room. If it was still in there, hopefully it would understand his desire to open his eyes was only for his own protection, and not for any desire to break its customs. But the creature was not in the room, so Aram opened his eyes the rest of the way. His blood bonds were growing stronger once more, but he desperately needed to replenish his energy with some sort of food. Hopefully that was what the creature had been signaling earlier, and not that it was going to be necessary for him to sacrifice flesh to remain in their nesting space. He would do it, so long as they fed him something other than his own skin immediately afterwords.
The creature returned, surrounded by a smell that was recognizable through all the universe, cooked flesh. It appeared he was not going to be expected to donate anything to these creatures, for which he could not help but feel a modicum of relief. Purposefully having to wound himself was never fun. He once more sat up carefully, before studying the food. It certainly looked odd, and there was going to be no way for him to tell whether or not it was eatable until he actually put it into his body. Then again he had once survived for over a month off of the leaves of the ethep while hiding from some of the Arak, and while he had been at full health in the time there was no creature in the universe that could eat those leaves without suffering some sort of negative side effects. Surely if this creature considered it eatable he would be able to find some sort of nutritional value from it.
He reached out a hand towards the plate, trying to grab a handful of the rather sticky looking food.