- Posting Speed
- Speed of Light
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- Depending on my schedule I am on at various times during the week. Usually most reliable after 5, though sometimes I nap. Weekends are a free for all schedule wise.
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Romance, Modern, Modern Fantasy, Possibly Sci Fi
Criss knew they were coming. He couldn't smell them, but he had gotten used to picking up small shits in noises. His hand grasped for his bow. He didn't knock an arrow. He simply waited, backup up towards where he came. He knew they were going to try and kill him, he just had to back himself out before they could.
At the first sight of the woman, Criss seemed to relax, but only for a moment. Her hands were out palm open. Criss' grip on his bow tightened. "Lost is one word for it, but you know well this is general property. It's just marked. Now take your friend out of here, and I'll just see myself off the premise." Criss said. He didn't even know if the wolf had come alone, but they usually didn't. The pack mentality was always to travel in pairs, even though they were all commanded by the alpha. A lone wolf was a dead wolf, which is why Criss standing in front of one was such a bad idea.
Nova, on the other hand, was about halfway across the territory. She could hear howls in the distance. She just hoped this would lead to something safe, rather than a war. Nova needed to have a chat with Erik anyway, alpha to alpha. As much as she didn't want to start a war they were in charge of these people and they had to keep them in check. Besides, a friend would warn a friend when danger was closing in. Whether or not he chose to listen was up to him.
At the first sight of the woman, Criss seemed to relax, but only for a moment. Her hands were out palm open. Criss' grip on his bow tightened. "Lost is one word for it, but you know well this is general property. It's just marked. Now take your friend out of here, and I'll just see myself off the premise." Criss said. He didn't even know if the wolf had come alone, but they usually didn't. The pack mentality was always to travel in pairs, even though they were all commanded by the alpha. A lone wolf was a dead wolf, which is why Criss standing in front of one was such a bad idea.
Nova, on the other hand, was about halfway across the territory. She could hear howls in the distance. She just hoped this would lead to something safe, rather than a war. Nova needed to have a chat with Erik anyway, alpha to alpha. As much as she didn't want to start a war they were in charge of these people and they had to keep them in check. Besides, a friend would warn a friend when danger was closing in. Whether or not he chose to listen was up to him.