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.
Andrew stepped up beside her, reached to take her hand and lead her into the castle. His other hand moved to her shoulder to support her. He ignored his own aches and pains. "You'll never catch me out here, come on inside," He coaxed.
"Angel!" He reprimanded "you were supposed to eat something! How are you going to kill me like this?" He threw his hands on the air in exasperation. "This is out of spite isn't it? If you can't kill me you'll make me live with watching you slowly die, and there's nothing I can do about it. I could lock you outside! Then I wouldn't have to see you, the wolves would drag you away!"
The memory made him a more calm and serious, quietly he backed toward the castle if she wanted to get him she'd have to follow him down to the kitchen, where he could feed her.
Andrew was startled by her loss of control. He turned and threw the weapon as far as he could onto the grass where it tumbled to a stop.
He returned his attention to the woman who had been such a frightening hunter the day before. He held his hands out, palms open, ready to catch her should she fall again "Angel, what on Earth did they feed you?" Had she been poisoned?
They both had hands on the weapon but Andrew stopped pulling on it, paused in mid air. What was going on? Why wasn't she defeating him already? She seemed as furious about it as she did about being chained, but he was just confused.
"What is going on here? I suppose you're here to kill the dreadful beast, as usual, but," he paused studying her face for the answer "is something wrong? Are you sure you're alright?"
When she started moving Andrew forced himself to do the same. She had a weapon and he reached for her hand to try and pull it from her grasp. He'd stand a better chance of surviving if she was unarmed.
Gravel skittered out from under his feet as his heels dug in, but off balance he tipped back and fell. His shoulder made contact before he landed on his back. It seemed like the air had fled and he couldn't inhale hard enough to catch it. At least not for several breaths. He tried to lift his head and the sky above spun in circles. He set it back on the ground.
"Angel! There you are," Andrew reeled back away from her. He was now going to die. Wait, why wasn't he dead yet? She should have had him there... No time to wonder about it now. He dashed for the safety of the castle.
Any time he'd expect his hunter to reappear. He sighed, this was getting exhausting. He didn't want to be stuck in the castle all alone, but having someone trying to kill him was not a solution he appreciated. Nether was having a prisoner. He dusted off his hands and looked about him.
Andrew had waited until the cottage residents had come and helped Angel out of the wheelbarrow. Then he felt free to retrieve a fresh box of matches from the storage building behind the little town store. He left the payment on the shelf.
Then he hurried home. He ran through the castle checking every window, every door, making sure they were locked. He went down to the kitchen to make himself some soup and found a very burned baked potato. Thus he was outside getting rid of the thing.
Andrew pushed the wheelbarrow down the drive, through the gates and down the long road toward town. It was a bit wobbly at times but he managed to keep her upright. They passed the shortcut through the river and continued down the road to the first house on the outskirts of the town. Andrew stopped the wheelbarrow outside the cottage and whispered to Angel "Make sure they feed you." Then he pounded on the door and ran, leaving her behind in the wheelbarrow while he took cover in the trees. He should get more matches while he was here, but he watched to see what would happen with the prisoner he turned over first.
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.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Hello Hello!!<br><br>I'm here on weekends to put aside adulting and get a little more story in my life.<br><br>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.<br><br>No Smut.<br><br>I also exclude frequent foul language, horrific gore, and mature romantic content.<br><br>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. <br><br>I'm always in the mood for not modern. I love steampunk, medieval curses, fantasy adventures or a nice spaceship.</div>