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6 yrs ago
Current Speaking of replies, I can't give them if no one need them. Shoot some THICC Fantasy plots if you happen to glance here.
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6 yrs ago
Hey my sketchy presence is now going to be consistent. I have the technology and means to actually return replies and begin plotting.
8 yrs ago
hey people I'll be replying tomorrow or something. I ended up super busy today.

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I am a writer. Surprise! I enjoy walks in dolphin ribcages and the embrace of cats after a long day. My typical writing amount varies and genre wise I typically do fantasy. Thanks for existing people.

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I'm fine with that. I'll go ahead and introduce my character as already existing with the major company so he doesn't have to do the whole I'm a new person in existence thing. I'm not a fan of the exchange student drop in, if you catch the joke.
Hey I fixed the miss placed words and words which spellcheck mixed between others. It should be alot easier to read. Sorry for the massive amounts of fluff ups. @Song Book
Ha wow. I don't blame you I wrote up fast because I was putting up a set of curtains and got pissed off but still wanted to write up a reply for you so some parts are abit touch and go. God that run on sentence I've just made. @Song Book
Hopelessly he slunk against her. His head fell to her shoulder truly ignoring all senses as his scales fell to touch her skin. Alas he was more then capable of slaying her even now but eased by hearth in frost he seemed to loosen. Perfectly flexible he seemed to shift so slightly his tail would coil beside her as his breathing proceeded to become quieter and steadier. That was the moment where he became uneasy, like electricity jolting within his gut. He didn't move abruptly but his claw subconsciously scrapping on the ground showed the mental battle he was presently having. Beforehand he wasn't focused anything but warming up but now that he was resting close enough to hear Delsa's heart beat more thoughts came to mind.

Everything he ate was dead near instantly so even if he sought to harm the girl now it seemed incorrect. Obviously she wasn't edible quickly anyways due to substance running through her. In a small place in his currently anxious thoughts he would have simply accepted the moment and let it pass but he had to at least share some sense of gratitude." Thank you," he planned to say more but nothing continued put leaving his ivory edged lips to seal. His hands moving to a position in attempt to capture heat. His wrists resting against her upper chest and his claws curled over her shoulders, leaving his membrane to extend just enough to block cold licking from the mouth of the cave but keeping warmth between the two.

Without saying after he got comfortable enough he'd let himself rest with his side pressed against her hip to reduce the most specific discomfort while still keeping the cozy heat. Visible on his wings was a illusionist design of spiral coloured crisp pale purple. Their purpose really just to be pretty, sort of in the function of their camouflage. Quietly his stomach did groan but Delsa could consider not being on the menu for her act of kindness. Although there is no shame in supporting something which pitifully pleaded for the warmth of another in the crisp air. Vaguely attempting to disarm the situation's strangeness he spoke in near whisper just so she could hear.

The howl of the wind not affecting him directly his voice was smooth and varying degrees of soft depending on the note of speech." Neutral benefits could be sharing food, and you sharing this warmth when necessary." Nerves along his tail shifted as he spoke not meaning to seem threatening as he coiled it in her lap. Giving her some thought room besides that she could be killed, Reaver kept partially quiet and gave a suggestion which could balance in her favor but in his defense being lost, cold and, starting to become hungry any functional benefit he'd welcome. Now nicely he'd let her, hear that he breathed along with producing the signature hum kissed by sinister sounds.@Song Book
His claw left returning resting at his side leaving for his sight to rest on her. Every movement rough and rather jagged in comparison to the flow of his normal serpentine intimation. The look near dead as his chest slowly rose and fell wheezing with mist billowing from his lips. Now taking the full image of their landing point littered with minerals comfort ticked slightly in his head. Of course having to keep warm from a creature he wasn't entirely fond of made socializing more difficult he kept civil towards the female.

The question of his name quietly answered as in greed of heat he made a quiet move towards her." Reaver, your own?" Suddenly splitting from quiet to partially upset the male would explain uncomfortably how he felt about being cold." Could you get hotter or close, I'm freezing." Originally that literally being the case he'd shimmy towards her across the granite producing a quiet soft haunting hum. The ring of his it almost more of a deep key whistle ringing in his jaw. The idea of it to comfort her into optionally getting close. He wasn't going to force her to get any closer but sitting as if ready to leaning against her was the most subtle hint he could possibly give.

In truth he could kill her but in the inspirational darkness which made him rigged she seemed like a questionable comfort. His eyes attempting to meet hers in a prideful plea of help. She wasn't really pressured directly but he personally felt she could contribute to his health as he could have simply left her behind. Yes he did threaten her life, yes he did drop her onto the ground and, lastly temporarily destroy her wings but he didn't really expect the victim of his launch board get away to be injured but alas both of them were obviously lost and not in the immediate best shape. If she did scoot close enough to him, he would gladly flop into across her lap ignoring her female shape to stay warm.

Black scales glistening amongst the glare of coloured gems made for a soft illusion of light in dark. The mane slowly dismissing water while the look he wore almost seemed torn apart amongst stress and possible illness. The alignment of suffering barely scraping open a chance for Fae to reach Reaver in equal way without the idea of cunning demeanour. Sweetly enough he blinked slowly leaving his tail to rest against rock in his silent testimony. Between facts her chemistry probably maked evenly with his own dragon blood but it fell on her choice whether or not to use it.@Song Book
You did fine. I'll have a reply for you within the next hour as I'm currently free. No school for anyone tomorrow at least in my area. @Song Book
Don't stress it to much as I understand typing on a phone while on this site is pretty damn annoying. They should develop an app so it isn't as difficult.
The silence followed apon her steps away from him. As she was in the state to creep away from the jaws of ice he was near frozen. His head resting hard against the ground as his attempts to shield oncoming ill weather seeping in was near vain. Darkness swallowing his nocturnal vision as his eyelids closed to seal away the world. His conscious state laid mixed between awake and dwindling. Normally a sudden change of weather would have never caught him but alas it wasn't by any means normal. A pleasant warmth soon crept against him leading to a sense a desperation.

That desperation caused him to blindly uncurl clawing against the earth towards the source. His eyes still sealed as the cave echoed with the sound of metal and stone until at a good rate the ice on his skin ran in drops down his sides. The pools below him sinking into small dips in the floor as the once ungodly black once more shined in darkness. Apon his joints being unbound once more he crept closer like a serpent to mammal's heat for the purpose of resting without being harmed by winter's kisses. As the last of water dripped from his chin he was now but inches away.

Sputtering to life one green eye would slid open to see her figure. With his stomach pressing along the ground he muttered small talk subconsciously mocking fortune."Luck, dared such that the company I harmed prevent me from being harmed." The words fading as brought his self from the ground to sit on his rear. His claw slowly scrapping against the ground would raise to reach for her hand only to dragged it down forcing her to sit if she wasn't already. It was basically a primitive thanks by seeking more but he wasn't planning to openly state that yet.
It's solid in what character actions are done. Abit more description of emotion or scenery would add some more beef to it.

I'll reply now.@Song Book
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