- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Genres
- Fantasy, Action, Adventure, Horror, Scifi, Modern
Scottie gave Darcia a half-hearted smile as he lied through his teeth.
"Ah, it's alright, no offense taken."
It was good to hear the female hadn't meant it the way Scottie had taken it, or at least that's what she claimed, but the words had stung nonetheless. However, it was no use starting to act like a teenage girl on hormones, taking everything to heart. The male harpy would probably forget the words in a few days anyway and besides, he didn't want to make Darcia upset as well.
The male harpy had figured the female was a hybrid of some sort but he couldn't figure out what her other half was. Though it couldn't have been orc or something else with notable physical characteristics. Scottie didn't want to seem rude by asking about things that were in no way his business but he was curious.
"Um, if you're a hybrid, then what-"
"All right boys and girls. It's time. Untie the sails! Pull in the plank! Unhitch The Serpent! We leave within the hour!"
Scottie couldn't finish his question before he was interrupted by the captain announcing their departure. The ship would set sail and he would be trapped in it in the middle of the ocean in no time. No land anywhere, just water everywhere. Lots of water. The reality came crashing down on the harpy and he felt a small panic settle itself in his gut. He didn't want to chicken out but he might just do that.
Squeezing his eyes shut tight, the young male concentrated on his breathing. In and out. In and out again. Shifting his feet slightly, taking a bit wider stance, the harpy rooted his claws on the deck, feeling the wood below him. He had a sturdy ship, The Serpent, between him and the H2O. Besides, the sky, his territory, would still be there no matter where he went, it always was.
"Ah, it's alright, no offense taken."
It was good to hear the female hadn't meant it the way Scottie had taken it, or at least that's what she claimed, but the words had stung nonetheless. However, it was no use starting to act like a teenage girl on hormones, taking everything to heart. The male harpy would probably forget the words in a few days anyway and besides, he didn't want to make Darcia upset as well.
The male harpy had figured the female was a hybrid of some sort but he couldn't figure out what her other half was. Though it couldn't have been orc or something else with notable physical characteristics. Scottie didn't want to seem rude by asking about things that were in no way his business but he was curious.
"Um, if you're a hybrid, then what-"
"All right boys and girls. It's time. Untie the sails! Pull in the plank! Unhitch The Serpent! We leave within the hour!"
Scottie couldn't finish his question before he was interrupted by the captain announcing their departure. The ship would set sail and he would be trapped in it in the middle of the ocean in no time. No land anywhere, just water everywhere. Lots of water. The reality came crashing down on the harpy and he felt a small panic settle itself in his gut. He didn't want to chicken out but he might just do that.
Squeezing his eyes shut tight, the young male concentrated on his breathing. In and out. In and out again. Shifting his feet slightly, taking a bit wider stance, the harpy rooted his claws on the deck, feeling the wood below him. He had a sturdy ship, The Serpent, between him and the H2O. Besides, the sky, his territory, would still be there no matter where he went, it always was.