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Hello Hello!!

I'm here on weekends to put aside adulting and get a little more story in my life.

Adventure, well developed characters, stories that can take years to write, with lots of back and forth between us, that is how I role-play. I fall into the casual category when it comes to post length.

No Smut.

I also exclude frequent foul language, horrific gore, and mature romantic content.

I firmly believe that stuff is unnecessary. Let's keep the fight scenes PG-13 at worst. I write no worse than I read, my favorite books being Lord of the Rings, Pride and Prejudice, and Sherlock Holmes.

I'm always in the mood for not modern. I love steampunk, medieval curses, fantasy adventures or a nice spaceship.

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Andrew sprang to his feet pacing the rug. "I'm not going to hurt any more people! I didn't even kill you, and I have had ample opportunity. I just saved your life woman! What is your name anyway? You're not from the town, why are you even here?"
The chain held her ankle to a pillar next to the couch. Andrew leaned forward in his chair looking at her earnestly. "I fought off a small pack of wolves to keep you alive. Do you really need to kill me so badly? Can't we just agree never to see each other again?"
The first two shriveled bodies fell from his grasp onto the driveway. He made it three steps closer to the woman before he had both fists full again. The animals pawed at him, claws tearing at his legs and side. He screamed and one of the wolves escaped from his grip. It was not so eager to approach him again, it lay down snarling, saving it's energy.

He worked his way closer and closer to the human taking out one wolf after another. At last it was the one snarling wolf staring down Andrew who stood between it and it's prey. Andrew charged but the wolf leapt tearing into his shoulder. Andrew hugged it to him burying both hands into it's coat and it quickly fell lifeless at his feet.

Andrew pulled the gloves over his fingers. He had more energy than he'd had in days. It was a good thing too because he needed to move the human inside. Unlocking the front door he took a coat from the closet and wrapped it around her. Andrew lifted her up in his arms and carried her inside to the parlor sofa. Where had he carried that chain off to?
Will she wake up at some point so I know where to break the action? or should I just write him taking them all out?
Andrew heard growling from just behind the kitchen door. What was after his chickens now? But the loyal dog was not looking at anything inside the coop, but around the front corner of the building. More growls and snarls came from that direction. Andrew walked to the edge of the building and saw the pack gathering around his hunter. She hadn't moved yet.

If they killed her, he wouldn't have to. It was none of his business!

He found himself pulling his gloves off and stuffing them into his pocket. He didn't want people to die, even her. Hey, maybe she'd leave him alone if he saved her life!

He rounded the corner just as the wolves began attacking the woman. Andrew screamed at them trying to draw their attention before they began to feed. He pushed himself into a run. He shouted all the more. A wolf turned on him and he grabbed it's thick coat, holding on as tight as he could. It's barking became a howl of anguish. Two hands would have drained the poor creature more quickly but Andrew needed the left hand free to grab the next wolf that attacked.
Andrew peered out from behind his elbow. She was unconscious again. He lay there on his back, stairing at the sky above just breathing.

"Why won't you have me alone?" He asked at last.

He answered for her in a higher pitch "None of your business, forest beast."

"Well if that's how you feel about it, I'll just go back in my castle now, and you can stay out here with all the other forest animals."

He slowly rose from the ground, taking his gloves with him into the building. He made rounds to check every door and window was locked. It took him quite a bit of time to get to all of them. He walked slowly keeping pressure on his wound from the first fight. He ended up in the kitchen to clean his wound and try to bandage it.
The sight of his gloves registered just before the collision. Andrew wasn't sure if he was breaking her fall, or if her fall was breaking him. He instinctively turned his head and covered his face with one arm. The other arm reached toward the ground to try and soften their fall. It knocked the wind out of him and he gasped for air too stunned to be aware of anything but the pain.
Andrew's eyes grew wide in horror at the sight of her. Another weapon aimed at him didn't really surprise him. It was the reckless determination with which she came at him herself.
Andrew held his breath, there was no response. He checked the dining room, no sign of her. He slowly searched the main level. It was the Hawks outside that drew his attention. He stepped outside to see what was panicking the birds. Please be the hunter, he thought. Then he would know where she was at least.
A chill ran down his spine as Andrew entered the parlor only to see the couch vacant. He shouldn't have left! Now where was she?

He hurried to the couch. Ropes broken, these couldn't be used to tie her again. The chain was his best option at the moment. He turned to grab his gloves and go looking...but stopped short. Where were the gloved. He went down on one knee to look under the coffee table, under the couch and chairs. They were completely gone!

"What have you done?" He shouted, hoping she was close enough to hear.
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