- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- Every day
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Horror, Romance, Supernatural
Letting out one hell of a startled gasp as the stranger seemed to just suddenly jolt across the rooftop to be right there in front of him, Fritz reeled back from the touch. He couldn't even explain it? Teleportation? Or maybe he was just that fast. Maybe Fritz was just slowly going insane. He wanted to be offended, to huff and throw his head back in defiance that he wasn't being stupid! Yet. Something in him was in such shock and awe that he just sat there, lips parting to his mouth slowly gaping open while the cogs turned in his head, trying his best to understand what he was hearing.
It wasn't the heart? Not in a literal sense anyway. So they ate... someone's will? "That sounds horrible," he said, gritting his teeth. Is that what happened to those poor people? Did they lose their will? Their souls? "How does it happen? How-Wait no don't answer that yet."
He backtracked, trying to regather his thoughts. If they wanted answers, it seemed they were going to have to play this guy's game. He didn't much like the idea of making him angry, or worse, turning him away. He knew things... things they needed to learn if they were going to figure this out. Head ducked low as thunder rolled, seeming to accentuate this stranger's eerie atmosphere, Fritz asked quietly, "What kind of a test is it?"
It wasn't the heart? Not in a literal sense anyway. So they ate... someone's will? "That sounds horrible," he said, gritting his teeth. Is that what happened to those poor people? Did they lose their will? Their souls? "How does it happen? How-Wait no don't answer that yet."
He backtracked, trying to regather his thoughts. If they wanted answers, it seemed they were going to have to play this guy's game. He didn't much like the idea of making him angry, or worse, turning him away. He knew things... things they needed to learn if they were going to figure this out. Head ducked low as thunder rolled, seeming to accentuate this stranger's eerie atmosphere, Fritz asked quietly, "What kind of a test is it?"