- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Steampunk, Romance, Scifi, Horror, Modern, and Fantasy, although I'm always jazzed to try something new.
Vystral wasted no time in hurrying the girl inside, although it wasn't without a quick glance over the street outside. Once the door was bolted firmly between himself and the outside, he felt a weight lift from his chest. He stepped further into the abode, to allow for some breathing room between the three of them. He took a knee before the girl, and reached into her hood to turn her head from side to side. "Not while I live and breathe," He murmured quietly. "But how long that will remain a constant is anybody's guess." He glanced over the hooded head, towards his host.
"I need to apologize for the abrupt intrusion, miss Conway." He let his eyes rake the child for injuries. "There are some secrets that you would be better off not knowing. Deniability, and the like. How is your leg, Anya? How much of the smoke did you breathe?"
Abruptly, the child took a step back, frustrated. "Vystral," She said, firmly. "I am unhurt. Stop your fawning."
With a frown for the child, the Cogman rose, crossing his arms over his chest. "Suffice it to say that there are those that would see my niece in a fresh bed of salt and soil before her time came. Where I'm going, I can't have her following me. She needs a dry roof away from prying eyes. Can I depend on yours?" He fixed Samantha with an intense sort of stare.
"I need to apologize for the abrupt intrusion, miss Conway." He let his eyes rake the child for injuries. "There are some secrets that you would be better off not knowing. Deniability, and the like. How is your leg, Anya? How much of the smoke did you breathe?"
Abruptly, the child took a step back, frustrated. "Vystral," She said, firmly. "I am unhurt. Stop your fawning."
With a frown for the child, the Cogman rose, crossing his arms over his chest. "Suffice it to say that there are those that would see my niece in a fresh bed of salt and soil before her time came. Where I'm going, I can't have her following me. She needs a dry roof away from prying eyes. Can I depend on yours?" He fixed Samantha with an intense sort of stare.