- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- Sporadic. If you want, add me lvl1337n00b on Skype to pester me.
- Writing Levels
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Sci-Fi, fantasy, post-apocalyptic. Roleplays with plenty of action, violence, and romance. I don't mind if the base is on one of those alone, but it gets boring when nothing else comes into play, know what I mean? - Also, I'll do something modern if it seems like something I'd be into, but that doesn't happen often.
From inside the tent voices rose only slightly above the coughing and groaning, their tones firm, but not aggressive as they begged someone to return to their cot and rest. Whoever it was hadn't responded, save their growl that came just before the stinging sound of flesh slapping against flesh. The voices died down shortly after that, apparently having given up on convincing their patient to stay in bed. Then a set of gauntlet clad fingers slipped out and gripped the tent's opening flap, beginning to pull back the veil.
Out came Colette, hair a mess and face flushed red. "You're still here", the young Orlesian woman noted as she soon caught sight of her allies, briefly allowing her eyelids to curtain her aqua orbs as she heaved a soft sigh of relief. She hadn't been left behind, and it would seem Morven had yet to take Vale's life. Now that her head was a little clearer, she began to wonder if maybe she'd been too hasty in her assumption. "Ser Morven, I..", she spoke softly as her eyes reopened and sought out his own, "I beg your forgiveness, I behaved much as a child before. I had thought your intent to kill Vale because of your profession. I jumped to the wrong conclusion.. Correct?" Her eyes held contact with his, looking to them hopefully.
Out came Colette, hair a mess and face flushed red. "You're still here", the young Orlesian woman noted as she soon caught sight of her allies, briefly allowing her eyelids to curtain her aqua orbs as she heaved a soft sigh of relief. She hadn't been left behind, and it would seem Morven had yet to take Vale's life. Now that her head was a little clearer, she began to wonder if maybe she'd been too hasty in her assumption. "Ser Morven, I..", she spoke softly as her eyes reopened and sought out his own, "I beg your forgiveness, I behaved much as a child before. I had thought your intent to kill Vale because of your profession. I jumped to the wrong conclusion.. Correct?" Her eyes held contact with his, looking to them hopefully.