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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 smiled and shook his head at her. He wouldn't be put off by her manner or surprise. "And you did not have to defend me to those people, or get yourself hurt. But I'm glad you helped me," Andrew countered. "Thank you."
The townspeople murmured, some agreeing and nodding their heads, others not as sure and watching with relief as Angel left town.

When the familiar footfalls sounded behind him, Andrew stoped to wait. He half turned and smiled at Angel. His smile faded at the sight of blood on her arm and he was walking back to her the next moment. He tore another strip of cloth from his shirt that had been used to bind several of their injuries in the past days.

"Here, let's get that taken care of before you get lightheaded. You alright?" He asked ready to catch her if the woman went pale. He moved to tie the cloth securely around her arm and walk beside her back to the castle.
The man stammered something, loosing his resolve at Angel's approach. Someone behind him grabbed his shoulder and pulled his arm so he stepped back. The tension of a fight releasing as he dropped his knife on the ground in front of Angel. He didn't like this situation at all, was afraid of both of them now, but there was little he could do since she had a mind to stop him.

"I'm going home." Andrew said turning to leave again and walking the road up to his castle. He didn't need to stay here and cause more problems for Angel to protect him from. He listened for anyone coming with him. He had to admit, listening for Angel's footsteps.
I meant fair question lol
Andrew was surprised by the sudden movent and could only watch in horror as the knife moved forward Angel.

The knife, though missing its original target, was still swift. The villager tried to move his hand to one side, but not enough to entirely miss Angel due to his own movements.
Fallout question i think it was this one :D

"This man did not have fur, but the creature i found did! It would appear there was a case of mistaken identity! This man was simply under a curse while the real monster roamed about, letting him take the blame! Now quiet yourselves before you cause yourselves more stress! please."
"I don't want them to be paranoid or afraid of me, I want them to trust..." Andrew's reply was cut short.

That one particular villager had decided to take advantage of the situation and take the risk. He rushed forward raising his arm to stab his knife into Andrew.
The villager was beyond trusting Angel. He stared her down and did not drop his weapon.

Andrew came and stood by Angel's side. "He has no reason to trust me. I was a monster. I couldn't stop myself from killing everything I touched. Until she saved me. She killed the forest creature. She risked her own life to save me, and saved me in more ways than one. I'm human, the curse is broken. And I lived, because of her."

Andrew reached out a hand to Angel's, to show the village he was harmless. He also pushed gently to hint that he thought she should lower her sword. "You don't have to protect me forever you know." He whispered loud enough for her ears only.
A knife glinted in the sunlight as one of the villagers pulled it from his pocket. It was safer to be sure, to be rid of Andrew too. On hunting trips he had seen Andrew drain an animal of life. Andrew could not be allowed to live, though he may have convinced Angel otherwise. The villager aimed his knife at Andrews back.
Awe!!!!!! I love Angel's response
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