- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- Multiple posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- On fairly regularly, every day. I'll notice a PM almost immediately. Replies come randomly.
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- No Preferences
- 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.
The figure of a woman stood alone in a dark space.
Laying in the blanket of darkness, a seemingly infinite number of stars gathered together, forming streams and swirling nebulas that drifted, layer upon layer, through the darkness.
The woman's bare feet were firmly planted on the same inky nothingness that made up the space. Without any point of reference to compare to, and with the silvery currents of stars that moved constantly through the void, it was possible that the woman might be hurtling through space, falling into the darkness. However, somehow the woman seemed still, and perfectly in control.
It was clear at a glance that she belonged in this space, or perhaps this space belonged with her. After all, her entire body was gracefully cloaked in stardust, which swirled around her figure in the same dense, lazy rivers that filled the atmosphere. Platinum silver hair cascaded over her shoulders in glistening waves, a perfect match for her pale skin and brilliant blue eyes.
Those blue eyes were currently staring into the distance, intense and focused as though they were peering past the curtain of star-studded darkness and into whatever lay beyond. The faint wrinkle that marred her otherwise smooth brow gave indication to the effort and concentration she was putting into her task. Other than the slow movement of the stars in the sky and those upon her dress, everything was still.
And then suddenly, without any warning, a burst of movement coursed through the still space. Her hand flashed out, instantly closing into a fist. It seemed impossible that her hand could have grabbed anything from the empty space in front of her, but when she drew her hand backwards, faint traces of light could be seen glimmering from between her fingers.
The woman withdrew her hand, before carefully uncurling her fingers. A small, brightly burning white star rested in the palm of her hand, quivering slightly. For a moment, a trace of a playful smile spread across her lips, before she crouched down. With great care, she placed the star into the emptiness near her feet, before she stood once again, stepping back. And then everything was still again.
There was no way to know how long the woman watched the trembling little star, but gradually it began to change. It grew from it's small size, before pieces of it began to stretch outwards. Those pieces gradually began to form into the shape of arms and legs, which further refined to create hands and feet, fingers and toes. Under the burn of white fire, a face gradually began to take shape.
Only when the star had fully transformed into the figure of a man did the starlight begin to fade. It revealed a pale-skinned young man with messy black hair. Perhaps out of consideration for him, he was clothed in a simple white shirt and pants. However, like the woman who still watched him, his feet were bare
The woman continued to wait with seemingly infinite patience for the man that had appeared from the starlight to wake. It couldn't have been an easy process, dying so violently, and then abruptly finding his soul snatched from its own dimension and brought here before her. She'd acted with all possible care, he was important to her after all, but it would still take time for his soul to orient itself after such a drastic change.
And so the woman waited, a faint smile still occasionally flickering its way across her lips.
Laying in the blanket of darkness, a seemingly infinite number of stars gathered together, forming streams and swirling nebulas that drifted, layer upon layer, through the darkness.
The woman's bare feet were firmly planted on the same inky nothingness that made up the space. Without any point of reference to compare to, and with the silvery currents of stars that moved constantly through the void, it was possible that the woman might be hurtling through space, falling into the darkness. However, somehow the woman seemed still, and perfectly in control.
It was clear at a glance that she belonged in this space, or perhaps this space belonged with her. After all, her entire body was gracefully cloaked in stardust, which swirled around her figure in the same dense, lazy rivers that filled the atmosphere. Platinum silver hair cascaded over her shoulders in glistening waves, a perfect match for her pale skin and brilliant blue eyes.
Those blue eyes were currently staring into the distance, intense and focused as though they were peering past the curtain of star-studded darkness and into whatever lay beyond. The faint wrinkle that marred her otherwise smooth brow gave indication to the effort and concentration she was putting into her task. Other than the slow movement of the stars in the sky and those upon her dress, everything was still.
And then suddenly, without any warning, a burst of movement coursed through the still space. Her hand flashed out, instantly closing into a fist. It seemed impossible that her hand could have grabbed anything from the empty space in front of her, but when she drew her hand backwards, faint traces of light could be seen glimmering from between her fingers.
The woman withdrew her hand, before carefully uncurling her fingers. A small, brightly burning white star rested in the palm of her hand, quivering slightly. For a moment, a trace of a playful smile spread across her lips, before she crouched down. With great care, she placed the star into the emptiness near her feet, before she stood once again, stepping back. And then everything was still again.
There was no way to know how long the woman watched the trembling little star, but gradually it began to change. It grew from it's small size, before pieces of it began to stretch outwards. Those pieces gradually began to form into the shape of arms and legs, which further refined to create hands and feet, fingers and toes. Under the burn of white fire, a face gradually began to take shape.
Only when the star had fully transformed into the figure of a man did the starlight begin to fade. It revealed a pale-skinned young man with messy black hair. Perhaps out of consideration for him, he was clothed in a simple white shirt and pants. However, like the woman who still watched him, his feet were bare
The woman continued to wait with seemingly infinite patience for the man that had appeared from the starlight to wake. It couldn't have been an easy process, dying so violently, and then abruptly finding his soul snatched from its own dimension and brought here before her. She'd acted with all possible care, he was important to her after all, but it would still take time for his soul to orient itself after such a drastic change.
And so the woman waited, a faint smile still occasionally flickering its way across her lips.