StarfrostedFox
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Craving Creativity
STATUS: I need to stop trying to get back into role-playing right before having a baby. I should know better by now. A lot better, but afraid to start new stories because I keep unintentionally ghosting. 11 days ago
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I need to stop trying to get back into role-playing right before having a baby. I should know better by now. A lot better, but afraid to start new stories because I keep unintentionally ghosting.
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2 yrs ago
Finally recovered from postpartum depression and ready to get back to being creative! My apologies to anyone I ghosted in my time of trial. I didn't understand what I was doing.
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5 yrs ago
Yay! I’m finally a mother! And no, I’m not biased. I know my son is the cutest! 💙
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5 yrs ago
"To be blind is not miserable; not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable." ~ John Milton
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7 yrs ago
All good things come to those that wait, pray, have patience, laugh, love, and are not afraid to dance.
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Bio
Well, you seem to have stumbled across my user profile. I'm assuming you're here for a reason? Perhaps looking for details on this user StarfrostedFox? ... You can just call me Autumn! C:
I have been role-playing off and on for the last 20 or so years, which is surprising to realize, and I find it a relaxing and enjoyable hobby. After an accident that left me blind a little over 15 years ago, I couldn't role-play for quite some time, which was rather devastating. About the time that Apple invented Siri, I was able to get enough money to be able to purchase my very first iPhone. And BAM! The world of role-playing was once again open to me. It has been a long process getting used to dictating stories and I inevitably don't always catch every single mistake, But I have learned a great deal of patience and realize the value of taking things slow and working through my text when something doesn't sound completely right. It was only a couple of years ago that I came across this website and the stories I have had here have taught me a lot about myself. I love to create. Role-playing is one of the only outlets I have for the images in my head. So though I may have a tendency to go through cycles of depression and being antisocial, I always seem to come back in the end.
I love stories involving fantasy, supernatural, adventure, mystery, even romance. There probably isn't a genre out there that I wouldn't give a try before I will say that I don't like it.
My favorite style of role-playing is, hands down, one on one. It helps me feel more involved in the story, gives me a chance to be able to talk with the other person involved in a much more casual way, And more often than not results in a long lasting friend and some of my favorite adventures.
I have a tendency to write on a casual to low Advanced level throughout my stories, the minimum coming out to an average of a couple of paragraphs. I just have so much in my head that I want to get out, I have a hard time writing anything less. Another consequence however is that I can't seem to find a lot of patients with story partners that give me a really short and undetailed response every time. It's discouraging to take the time to write out several detailed paragraphs only to get a sentence in reply. If you're here thinking of asking me to do a story, please keep that in mind.
I do not tolerate swearing, extreme Gore, or sexual content in my stories. Period. Nor do I role-play same gender romantic relationships. That is just not going to happen.
If you made it to the end of this and I haven't scared you off, I think you deserve some virtual cookies. Heck, go get yourself some real cookies. Or donuts. Or pie if that is your preference. It was just me rambling away about myself after all. If you aren't scared off and you were indeed here looking to get a story started, feel free to shoot me a private message. I'm always looking to make new friends and have new adventures.
I have been role-playing off and on for the last 20 or so years, which is surprising to realize, and I find it a relaxing and enjoyable hobby. After an accident that left me blind a little over 15 years ago, I couldn't role-play for quite some time, which was rather devastating. About the time that Apple invented Siri, I was able to get enough money to be able to purchase my very first iPhone. And BAM! The world of role-playing was once again open to me. It has been a long process getting used to dictating stories and I inevitably don't always catch every single mistake, But I have learned a great deal of patience and realize the value of taking things slow and working through my text when something doesn't sound completely right. It was only a couple of years ago that I came across this website and the stories I have had here have taught me a lot about myself. I love to create. Role-playing is one of the only outlets I have for the images in my head. So though I may have a tendency to go through cycles of depression and being antisocial, I always seem to come back in the end.
I love stories involving fantasy, supernatural, adventure, mystery, even romance. There probably isn't a genre out there that I wouldn't give a try before I will say that I don't like it.
My favorite style of role-playing is, hands down, one on one. It helps me feel more involved in the story, gives me a chance to be able to talk with the other person involved in a much more casual way, And more often than not results in a long lasting friend and some of my favorite adventures.
I have a tendency to write on a casual to low Advanced level throughout my stories, the minimum coming out to an average of a couple of paragraphs. I just have so much in my head that I want to get out, I have a hard time writing anything less. Another consequence however is that I can't seem to find a lot of patients with story partners that give me a really short and undetailed response every time. It's discouraging to take the time to write out several detailed paragraphs only to get a sentence in reply. If you're here thinking of asking me to do a story, please keep that in mind.
I do not tolerate swearing, extreme Gore, or sexual content in my stories. Period. Nor do I role-play same gender romantic relationships. That is just not going to happen.
If you made it to the end of this and I haven't scared you off, I think you deserve some virtual cookies. Heck, go get yourself some real cookies. Or donuts. Or pie if that is your preference. It was just me rambling away about myself after all. If you aren't scared off and you were indeed here looking to get a story started, feel free to shoot me a private message. I'm always looking to make new friends and have new adventures.
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@ThatWeirdChick
I did! Very much! And I even got you a reply written out. It seems you are helping me get over my writers block at last. Thank you! *hug*
I did! Very much! And I even got you a reply written out. It seems you are helping me get over my writers block at last. Thank you! *hug*
Cinead had half expected the boar to disregard the Dragon staring it down, to come in full force and attack with even more fury, but he wasn't surprised when the creature released a squeal of terror and instead scampered off in the opposite direction, eyes wide with shock. Ember boars weren't the smartest creatures, but this one was evidently smart enough to realize a more dominant predator then it self, Recognizing his shape as one of the ancient hunters of its species. They were nearly as extinct as the dragons, but it seemed nothing could dampen the natural aversion the beasts had to his kind. Cinead snorted at the retreat, head lowering to regard the still smoldering branch that he had thrown at the creature and put one of his front paws onto it, smothering the flames. No doubt about it, he was going to have to go hunting for the creature soon. He didn't want it starting any wildfires...
"Cin...? I-Is that you?"
The soft voice stupidly caught him by surprise in his preoccupation of the inevitable hunt, every muscle in his body stiffening until he was a statue. But then, like ice melting, Cinead slowly, exaggerating each movement, folded his wings tightly against his body and turned around to face the woman behind him. Dread was his dominant emotion is he very slowly lowered himself onto his belly, folding his front legs beneath him much like a cat would, and lowered his head until it was nearly on a level with Anna. He regarded her intensely with one of his golden eyes for several seconds,, noting her fear and shock, feeling intensely chagrined at the exposure of his secret. Finally, he answered her question with a single nod of his massive head. He wanted to do more, wanted to release a growl or grumble and his chest, but he didn't want to frighten her more than she was already. Undoubtedly, it was only a matter of time before Anna ran away, screaming. No need to add fuel to the nightmare.
"Cin...? I-Is that you?"
The soft voice stupidly caught him by surprise in his preoccupation of the inevitable hunt, every muscle in his body stiffening until he was a statue. But then, like ice melting, Cinead slowly, exaggerating each movement, folded his wings tightly against his body and turned around to face the woman behind him. Dread was his dominant emotion is he very slowly lowered himself onto his belly, folding his front legs beneath him much like a cat would, and lowered his head until it was nearly on a level with Anna. He regarded her intensely with one of his golden eyes for several seconds,, noting her fear and shock, feeling intensely chagrined at the exposure of his secret. Finally, he answered her question with a single nod of his massive head. He wanted to do more, wanted to release a growl or grumble and his chest, but he didn't want to frighten her more than she was already. Undoubtedly, it was only a matter of time before Anna ran away, screaming. No need to add fuel to the nightmare.
@ThatWeirdChick
Aww! Thank you! I'm really happy you liked it! :D i'm excited to see your response to it!
Aww! Thank you! I'm really happy you liked it! :D i'm excited to see your response to it!
@ThatWeirdChick
Good. Thank you. You've become a friend I think fondly of. There was absolutely nothing wrong with you taking a chance. Like I said, I'm glad you did.
And oh, that's the most freely I've written in such a long time. It felt wonderful. But I didn't want to get too carried away and leave you behind. Ha ha! I had a blast writing my post. I hope you like it. X3
Good. Thank you. You've become a friend I think fondly of. There was absolutely nothing wrong with you taking a chance. Like I said, I'm glad you did.
And oh, that's the most freely I've written in such a long time. It felt wonderful. But I didn't want to get too carried away and leave you behind. Ha ha! I had a blast writing my post. I hope you like it. X3
The feeling of Anna's hand in his was starting to become a familiar and comfortable sensation, Cinead realized, as she had grabbed his hand and began to pull him off, away from the party. He was grateful for her ready acceptance of the idea and the gradual fading of the music. He was ready to court her formally. And the music was starting to give him a slight headache.
Walking at a comfortable speed, taking in lungfuls of The sweet woodsy air, Cinead simply let himself enjoy the moment. He took mental notes on everything around him as he relaxed with the walk. The feeling of Anna's skin against the palm of his hand, The feeling of electricity at the contact, the whisper of leaves rustling in a light breeze, the smell of dirt and growing things, the distant squeal of a boar... This last sound brought him up Short, something elusive tugging at the edge of his thoughts and starting to make him uneasy. But he couldn't quite put his finger on why. If anything, the sound of a wild pig should make him hungry, not nervous. The odd contradicting sensation disturbed his relaxation, making the muscles in his shoulders begin to stiffen. He struggled to shake it off, but to no avail.
It wasn't until Anna had dropped his hand as they reached a meadow and jogged away from him towards the center of the lush grass speckled with wildflowers that Cinead was finally able to pin down the elusive uneasiness, Remembered why the strange double tenored scream of the boar had his senses on high alert. At that instant, the moment where she fell back playfully into the grass, the wind shifted. He smelled Anna, Forest, blood, and ashes. And he knew without a doubt what was stalking The woods this night. An ember boar. As soon as he reached this realize Asian, the creature itself came bursting into the clearing, barreling down on Anna with flames spouting from both nostrils, eyes glowing like embers, it's massive black shape flickering and glowing randomly in shifting patterns that gave the impression of burning coal.
"NO!" Cinead practically roared, fearing the worst. But Anna somehow managed to roll out of the way just in time, scrambling away from the shrieking beast and over to a nearby tree, pressing her back up against it. Her cry for his help sliced through him, igniting a fire within him. As the boar turned it's burning eyes in her direction, pawed at the ground with one of its front hooves and lowered its head to aim gore stained tusks at the small woman, Cin finally did roar. He reached out to one of the trees close at hand, ripping a thick limb from the trunk with an you're splitting crack, Bringing his hand up and over his body and throwing the branch like a spear. Unlike an actual weapon, the wood didn't pierce the boar's hide, Not completely, and instead opened a shallow gash along the beast's side before tumbling to the ground engulfed in fire.. but the projectile had served the purpose he had wanted it to, distracting the ember boar from Anna. The massive pig swung its head around and shrieked at Cinead, flames flickering from its open mouth and nostrils as it began charging in his direction.
Human strength was not going to be enough to take down this monster. Not even in Hanst human strength. Cinead inevitably came to this conclusion as he dug a partially covered Stone from the ground and launched it at the boar, the rock as effective as a pebble against an oncoming bus. He realized it, but he wasn't happy about it. But there was no other way to save Anna... and she could not die.
Before the boar hadd covered more than half the distance between Cinead and Anna, Cin had hurtled forward at surprising speed, leaping into the air as if he were planning on landing onto the monster's head and tackling it to the ground. But halfway through his leap, a shimmer of golden light momentarily flickered around his body before his shape exploded outward, his clothing shredding in the process. One second, it had been a tall, seemingly insignificant human jumping headlong at a furious fire spitting boar, and in the next Instant, a massive sinewy white and red dragon was slamming huge taloned paws into The oncoming beast, throwing it backwards several yards back into the clearing where it fell heavily on to one side with a crash. Cinead put himself between the boar and Anna, arching his long neck and parting his maw in a menacing hiss that showed off two rows of gleaming white fangs.
In comparison with the boar, which was roughly double the size of a horse, Cinead averaged Moore on the size of a small house, with massive Batlike wings that gave the illusion of doubling his size when they were fully extended. As it was now, they were still Half furled against his body, ready to snap out at a moments notice. Even in the darkness, it was evident that the majority of his body was covered with bright white scales, but the colors darkened into a rich Crimson along the edges of those on his face, tail, and paws. Each of his wings looked as if he had dragged them through paint of a similar hue, The color haphazardly bleeding down onto the backs of the leathery appendages. Four clawed paws supported his long lithe frame, Extended by a sinewy neck and tail. On his triangular head, two almost delicate looking white horns extended, a gentle curve to their shape. His golden yellow eyes were focused intently on the boar struggling back to its feet, slitted catlike pupils dilating slightly in the dim light and the rush of adrenaline.
Walking at a comfortable speed, taking in lungfuls of The sweet woodsy air, Cinead simply let himself enjoy the moment. He took mental notes on everything around him as he relaxed with the walk. The feeling of Anna's skin against the palm of his hand, The feeling of electricity at the contact, the whisper of leaves rustling in a light breeze, the smell of dirt and growing things, the distant squeal of a boar... This last sound brought him up Short, something elusive tugging at the edge of his thoughts and starting to make him uneasy. But he couldn't quite put his finger on why. If anything, the sound of a wild pig should make him hungry, not nervous. The odd contradicting sensation disturbed his relaxation, making the muscles in his shoulders begin to stiffen. He struggled to shake it off, but to no avail.
It wasn't until Anna had dropped his hand as they reached a meadow and jogged away from him towards the center of the lush grass speckled with wildflowers that Cinead was finally able to pin down the elusive uneasiness, Remembered why the strange double tenored scream of the boar had his senses on high alert. At that instant, the moment where she fell back playfully into the grass, the wind shifted. He smelled Anna, Forest, blood, and ashes. And he knew without a doubt what was stalking The woods this night. An ember boar. As soon as he reached this realize Asian, the creature itself came bursting into the clearing, barreling down on Anna with flames spouting from both nostrils, eyes glowing like embers, it's massive black shape flickering and glowing randomly in shifting patterns that gave the impression of burning coal.
"NO!" Cinead practically roared, fearing the worst. But Anna somehow managed to roll out of the way just in time, scrambling away from the shrieking beast and over to a nearby tree, pressing her back up against it. Her cry for his help sliced through him, igniting a fire within him. As the boar turned it's burning eyes in her direction, pawed at the ground with one of its front hooves and lowered its head to aim gore stained tusks at the small woman, Cin finally did roar. He reached out to one of the trees close at hand, ripping a thick limb from the trunk with an you're splitting crack, Bringing his hand up and over his body and throwing the branch like a spear. Unlike an actual weapon, the wood didn't pierce the boar's hide, Not completely, and instead opened a shallow gash along the beast's side before tumbling to the ground engulfed in fire.. but the projectile had served the purpose he had wanted it to, distracting the ember boar from Anna. The massive pig swung its head around and shrieked at Cinead, flames flickering from its open mouth and nostrils as it began charging in his direction.
Human strength was not going to be enough to take down this monster. Not even in Hanst human strength. Cinead inevitably came to this conclusion as he dug a partially covered Stone from the ground and launched it at the boar, the rock as effective as a pebble against an oncoming bus. He realized it, but he wasn't happy about it. But there was no other way to save Anna... and she could not die.
Before the boar hadd covered more than half the distance between Cinead and Anna, Cin had hurtled forward at surprising speed, leaping into the air as if he were planning on landing onto the monster's head and tackling it to the ground. But halfway through his leap, a shimmer of golden light momentarily flickered around his body before his shape exploded outward, his clothing shredding in the process. One second, it had been a tall, seemingly insignificant human jumping headlong at a furious fire spitting boar, and in the next Instant, a massive sinewy white and red dragon was slamming huge taloned paws into The oncoming beast, throwing it backwards several yards back into the clearing where it fell heavily on to one side with a crash. Cinead put himself between the boar and Anna, arching his long neck and parting his maw in a menacing hiss that showed off two rows of gleaming white fangs.
In comparison with the boar, which was roughly double the size of a horse, Cinead averaged Moore on the size of a small house, with massive Batlike wings that gave the illusion of doubling his size when they were fully extended. As it was now, they were still Half furled against his body, ready to snap out at a moments notice. Even in the darkness, it was evident that the majority of his body was covered with bright white scales, but the colors darkened into a rich Crimson along the edges of those on his face, tail, and paws. Each of his wings looked as if he had dragged them through paint of a similar hue, The color haphazardly bleeding down onto the backs of the leathery appendages. Four clawed paws supported his long lithe frame, Extended by a sinewy neck and tail. On his triangular head, two almost delicate looking white horns extended, a gentle curve to their shape. His golden yellow eyes were focused intently on the boar struggling back to its feet, slitted catlike pupils dilating slightly in the dim light and the rush of adrenaline.
@ThatWeirdChick
Me too! XD Haha!
And you are very welcome. Thank you for asking me to continue. That honestly made me very happy. Thanks for being so patient.
Me too! XD Haha!
And you are very welcome. Thank you for asking me to continue. That honestly made me very happy. Thanks for being so patient.
@ThatWeirdChick
Maybe just a little. Ha ha! But it doesn't bother me. It shows me that you're excited about it too! And it helps me work out a slightly longer post to fit in some of the details I don't want to leave out. I had been planning on having Cinead catch the scent of the boar and start stripping down in front of Anna. Ha ha! That's OK though. ;)
Maybe just a little. Ha ha! But it doesn't bother me. It shows me that you're excited about it too! And it helps me work out a slightly longer post to fit in some of the details I don't want to leave out. I had been planning on having Cinead catch the scent of the boar and start stripping down in front of Anna. Ha ha! That's OK though. ;)
@ThatWeirdChick
Well... It wasn't terrible, but it also wasn't one of my better posts. I can live with it. :)
Well... It wasn't terrible, but it also wasn't one of my better posts. I can live with it. :)
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