TheCrimsonQuill

The Escape

The creature, whatever has been had escaped her and the fury instead coursed through her own blood, filling every extremity of her body. She breathed slowly to contain the malcontent.

"I'm not sure. Hills and rocks look very similar around here." she admitted with a strain in her tone. Before she was done calming, Rook had started up again for another go. Jenna shrugged and went along after her. The liveliness of her brought its own benefits, especially to curb the boredom of the endless hours of barely-trodden paths.

Jenna looked upon Rook wearing that impenetrable hope again and sighed again, waiting for the another square rock with bugs under it.

Jenna was right about two things. There was indeed a square rock and the centipede crawling along the side of it but this square rock was the intricately carved centerpiece of a conspicuous and perhaps ancient entrance. It was a wonder it wasn't ruins, the fallen trees in the area considered. She scanned the perimeter again, due to habit.

"And no one else heard you before? Are you sure?" She asked for what must have been the fourteenth time.

Good morning, Sunshine...

Well, it made quite an impression. Thank you for the pleasure.

Good morning, Sunshine...

@Ermine You are awe inspiring. I am very much honoured by your welcome.

@Kelewen Of course, it looks fun! Thank you for putting the request out.

A Simple Romance

I'm just looking for a feeling, vicariously, through a character. A blooming romance would be a good bit of fun if anyone would like to take a bite. I am flexible in most environments and with most styles and lengths of writing but I am a bit rusty after a year or two off of the sport.

Nothing inappropriate, I promise, not looking for that kind of thing. I'm just craving a spark.

My only requirement is that play a female, but that's not much, is it?

Hunter on the prowl (M looking for F ignore post count)

The third plot appeals to me

The Escape

Jenna had been quietly panting to herself but refused to sit down, taking instead to against a tree. A thin layer of frustration had been building up over the last few days. Surely, it was a fake by now she though while watching that darn shred of fabric. She thought of other things and breathed her muscles loose. Remember the prize, her father always said.

She looked around at the surroundings and found them to deemed them to lack interest, nowhere to find and there was a bloodlust which boiled. Her eyes scanned more and landed on the Rook's waterskin. Her mouth realised its own dryness and she reached for her own pack. her angst relaxing upon the first taste of liquid. She closed her eyes and took in the essence.

The unmistakable ruffle of foliage rustled at her feet. Her hand, as it never really left it, pulsed on the dagger at her belt. She waited for whatever rodent or otherwise scatter from safety.

Good morning, Sunshine...

Hi there,

I am The Crimson Quill, pleasure to meet you all. I'm here due to a serious craving for romance and an overdue binge on literary imagining. Also, making friends is oddly new to me and I'll be trying my hand that along the way. Thank you for your kind company.