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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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"Back! Get back!" Andrew shouted at the bird. He turned to face Angel waving his free arm above her head swatting at the bird.
After she'd had the chance to take in the whole scene Andrew brought her along as he dragged one of the wolves around the house to the burn pile.

"See these branches are bone dry too. He tapped one with his foot and it snapped in half. Any living thing I touch bare skinned ends up like this. It doesn't need any other kindling to burn, a single match will light it all." He explained before risking a question "Does it really smell that terrible?"
"I saved your life, remember? I'm not going to waste perfectly good food poisoning you."

Andrew finished off his steaming bowl and then picked up the other. It had cooled on the table to a perfect temperature for scarfing down one spoonful after another. Stacking the dishes on a tray he pulled the key to her bonds from his pocket. He nelt down beside her leaving only the chains around her wrists.

"Now, shall we go see those wolves?" He asked pulling her arms trying to get her on her feet.
Andrew returned with two bowls of porridge and raised his eyebrow at her new location. He set one of the bowls and a spoon down on the coffee table in front of the couch. He took up his usual place in his favorite chair facing the window.

"Are you still planning to starve to death? I need to know, because it puts a definite time limit on how long I have to plead my case before you're gone."
When he checked in on her Andrew found the words rather comforting. No one could fake sleep talking that well. Also, she was still in chains. Maybe he would wake up in the morning. Still, he locked every door he could between them.

In the morning he poked his head into the parlor just to make sure she was still there. He was on the way to make breakfast for himself, and perhaps just a little bit extra.
Andrew noticed a sound and glanced her way before looking back at the window. What was he going to do with a prisoner anyway?

He stood up, stopped in front of the sofa he shoved his hands in his pockets examining the peice of jewelry from where he was. He didn't care. She probably cared. And just to make sure she knew how little he cared about her or any of her things he left it there. He walked out of the room to take care of what he did care about. Cleaning and bandaging himself up, again.

It would also give her time to get out of the chains, if she could. Andrew wanted to know she was secure, and that he was safe, before he ever thought about sleeping tonight.
"Well if it had been me, I would have burned the bodies anyway!" No one should have to see a dehydrated person. He was a monster. He grimaced and settled back into a chair glaring at the window.
Now it was his turn to narrow his eyes. He hadn't actually paid any attention to the smells, it wasn't as if they were pleasant.

Andrew went to the window and unlocked it, sticking his head out and taking a deep breath. The wolves were all on the front drive. This window opened into the pleasant side garden, the burn pile off in the distance. He didn't notice anything from here. But maybe he wouldn't notice it.

Pulling himself back inside and closing out the darkness he turned back to the woman.
"Well, do you want to go give the bodies a good smell tonight,or can it wait till morning? You'll have to go in handcuffs either way."
Andrew rubbed the back of his neck.
"I uh, let's say the way I kill has a very distinctive look. You can see the wolves in the morning before I burn the carcasses. It will be very obvious that no people have been dying that way."
"Angel?"

Angel of Death maybe, but he kept that to himself.

"What do you mean you're helping them? I haven't hurt anyone in weeks! I just want to be able to stop in for supplies and leave in peace. There should be no problems."
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