- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- Multiple posts per week
- Online Availability
- It varies wildly.
- Writing Levels
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Nonbinary
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- I'm open to a wide range of genres. Obscenely wide. It's harder for me to list all I do like than all I don't like.
My favorite settings are fantasy combined with something else, multiverse, post-apoc, historical (mixed with something else), and futuristic. I'm not limited to those, but it's a good start.
My favorite genres include mystery, adventure, action, drama, tragedy (must be mixed with something else and kept balanced), romance (again must be mixed, and more.
I'm happy to include elements of slice-of-life and romance, but doing them on their own doesn't hold my interest indefinitely.
A howl ripped through Faida's thoughts, and she looked up from tailing whatever creature made it to the artifact before her. Snow began to fall, and the wind whipped, cutting through her clothes and stealing away warmth with a singular gust. "Ohhh no," she murmured, then began to jog. She had to catch up or she'd lose the trail, and she also had to find her target before he either went to hiding or died as well.
Long legs pumped forward, and she breathed into her mittens as she sped her pace, eyes darting about as she hoped the other thief didn't take a sudden turn.
Within five minutes, the scenery was blowing specks of white in a field of grey. Faida continued forward, though her legs felt numb and heavy and her arms, held tight about her chest, couldn't hold the cold away from her sore nipples.
Cold was one of the worst torments!
Ten more minutes of walking, refusing to stop, and her foot landed on... That wasn't a rock. It was covered in snow, but it had give to it. Faida stopped with her foot rested and looked down, vision blurred by the lack of visual stimulus, and she gaped as she spotted brown. A light shake to the brown thing revealed not a weirdly-shaped log beneath the snow, but a person! A scaled and very lizardy person, but screw it. Even as her nose finally picked up his presence, she ignored the dripping and freezing red that fell from one nostril and onto her cute sweater.
The girl bent and pulled the lizard over her shoulders. He was... heavy. Big and heavy, and still had some heat to him. She could hear his pulse.
Sense of direction blocked by the swirling snow, she kept going.
Between one step and the next, the wind and snow stopped, and Faida blinked, mouth agape, at a familiar cave.
She'd spent the previous night here.
A helpless laugh escaped at the unreal good fortune that brought her and the lizardsickle to her previous camp sight. She dropped him carefully to the floor and pulled whole logs from a pocket in her jacket. Some tinder and kindling came next, and she arranged it. This place had good ventilation, though she'd not paid much attention before: before, she could just walk outside. Now though... Now she had to hope wherever the smoke went before, it went again. She dragged a match on the cave floor and lit the kindling in a few places, then blew gently until the tinder began to catch before she looked across the fire to her 'guest'.
He'd warm as the fire built in strength. She hoped his core temperature hadn't dropped, or he'd be dead by morning.
Still, one last thing before she could sit: she had to block the narrow entrance. For that, she began to pack snow tight. It was already there in mass quantities, and packing it into ice was fairly simple. As a bonus, stomping around as she did warmed her until a wall of white, near-solid ice covered the entrance. She turned from it and leaned her back against it, and heard a 'fump'.
Cold air brushed the backs of her knees. She lifted away, then sighed at the hole. She filled it as much as she could with what fell inward, but eventually just shoved her back against it and rested her arms and head on her knees to keep the cold out. Her jacket—praise the tailor—resisted the worst of the cold. The cave grew warmer.
Faida's eyes slid shut as her body felt the painful sting of warmth after so long without it, though her back remained chilled. She sagged, and her head fell to one side as her nose continued to drip, pooling in the folds of her leather jacket's sleeves and then spilling down onto her jeans, her boots, or the floor as she shivered. Her last thoughts before sleep took her away were fairly strange: 'This reminds me of a scene from something...'
Long legs pumped forward, and she breathed into her mittens as she sped her pace, eyes darting about as she hoped the other thief didn't take a sudden turn.
Within five minutes, the scenery was blowing specks of white in a field of grey. Faida continued forward, though her legs felt numb and heavy and her arms, held tight about her chest, couldn't hold the cold away from her sore nipples.
Cold was one of the worst torments!
Ten more minutes of walking, refusing to stop, and her foot landed on... That wasn't a rock. It was covered in snow, but it had give to it. Faida stopped with her foot rested and looked down, vision blurred by the lack of visual stimulus, and she gaped as she spotted brown. A light shake to the brown thing revealed not a weirdly-shaped log beneath the snow, but a person! A scaled and very lizardy person, but screw it. Even as her nose finally picked up his presence, she ignored the dripping and freezing red that fell from one nostril and onto her cute sweater.
The girl bent and pulled the lizard over her shoulders. He was... heavy. Big and heavy, and still had some heat to him. She could hear his pulse.
Sense of direction blocked by the swirling snow, she kept going.
Between one step and the next, the wind and snow stopped, and Faida blinked, mouth agape, at a familiar cave.
She'd spent the previous night here.
A helpless laugh escaped at the unreal good fortune that brought her and the lizardsickle to her previous camp sight. She dropped him carefully to the floor and pulled whole logs from a pocket in her jacket. Some tinder and kindling came next, and she arranged it. This place had good ventilation, though she'd not paid much attention before: before, she could just walk outside. Now though... Now she had to hope wherever the smoke went before, it went again. She dragged a match on the cave floor and lit the kindling in a few places, then blew gently until the tinder began to catch before she looked across the fire to her 'guest'.
He'd warm as the fire built in strength. She hoped his core temperature hadn't dropped, or he'd be dead by morning.
Still, one last thing before she could sit: she had to block the narrow entrance. For that, she began to pack snow tight. It was already there in mass quantities, and packing it into ice was fairly simple. As a bonus, stomping around as she did warmed her until a wall of white, near-solid ice covered the entrance. She turned from it and leaned her back against it, and heard a 'fump'.
Cold air brushed the backs of her knees. She lifted away, then sighed at the hole. She filled it as much as she could with what fell inward, but eventually just shoved her back against it and rested her arms and head on her knees to keep the cold out. Her jacket—praise the tailor—resisted the worst of the cold. The cave grew warmer.
Faida's eyes slid shut as her body felt the painful sting of warmth after so long without it, though her back remained chilled. She sagged, and her head fell to one side as her nose continued to drip, pooling in the folds of her leather jacket's sleeves and then spilling down onto her jeans, her boots, or the floor as she shivered. Her last thoughts before sleep took her away were fairly strange: 'This reminds me of a scene from something...'