Cathy

“Gavin Thunderfoot. Halt.”

The mankind hesitated, as if considering obedience, then continued his rapid flight. Malvat temporarily lost sight of him as he wove around corners, but the sound of his thoughts let Malvat track him down.

Cursing the size of his dragon-form, Malvat paused his movement and cautiously tested the sturdiness of a wal…[Read more]

(Sorry for the absence guys)

Þorunn regarded Chantara thoughtfully as a string of curses left her mouth, curses Þorunn’s father might spout were he in one of his ale-addled black moods.  When the girl slipped back into her imitation of a weak young girl, whimpering at the sight of her bloodied fingers, the shieldmaiden couldn’t help but snort in…[Read more]

Hey everyone, sorry for the prolonged absence; there was a semi traumatic incident a few days ago and then my schedule has been booked since.

Jericho healed the wounds on Brendin’s face as quickly as she could without doing a hasty job of it.  She needed to follow the others after Alessio had run off, but she couldn’t leave Brendin here alone…[Read more]

I’m not what you think. Alessio whispered, and Nithel breathed a moment.

What does he believe I see? Nithel squeezed Alessio a bit tighter, holding him as he pondered. Then Nithel lifted his chin, and looked at Alessio. Sadness in his eyes, but also firmness, “Eaziziun Wahid,” very softly, “even if you had murdered someone, I would not leave y…[Read more]

Hello All! @joelle-stone @skylarynn @this-is-not-an-alien @crazywriter

How are you doing?

“St-stop stop,” Alessio stuttered. Squeezing himself in a tighter ball.

Nithel felt tears tracing down his cheeks. “My friend.” How he wanted to embrace the youth. To cry on him. To tell him he was loved and why. But Nithel didn’t want to get burned.

“Thus says the Lord who created…” He ghosted the words “who created you…”

Nith…[Read more]

@this-is-not-an-alien

I’d love to join!! Thanks you SO much for the invite!

This week and the beginning of next is a tad bit busy, but I should have plenty of time after that. Plus, it doesn’t take that long to type up a post 😉 *begins sorting through characters and trying to figure out which one to use*

@this-is-not-an-alien

Thanks for the tag but I can’t even keep up with the story I’m on now and I’m going to be starting work and getting even more busy so I’ll have to bail out. Sry

@this-is-not-an-alien Thanks for the invite! I love roleplaying, but these days I find structured RP is a way more efficient use of my time. Maybe I’ll start one of those up.

@this-is-not-an-alien

Hi! I’m actually already doing a Character Castle (sort of…) and two collaborative stories, plus working on my WIP, so I don’t think I’ll be able to join. Sorry!

~Kylie

Chantara

I slipped into the room. It looked much like the last one, only smaller and quieter, without the tables and the pawns. I was glad they were out of the way.

The goose was settled in the middle of the room, looking as smug as I’d ever seen an animal. I hesitated. How should I go about this? The first step was to get closer and try to…[Read more]

@this-is-not-an-alien hey thanks for the tag, I’m a little bit confused concerning these castles. For now I’ll just sit and watch, maybe join in later. 😉

Nithel let out the smallest growl, glancing back to Jericho and Brendan. But he was darting after Alessio. We can’t get separated. No. Please. 

He ran, trying to grab Alessio at first. But then sparks started to flicker around the youth, and Nithel was hesitant. They darted through a door, down a hall. More flames. He couldn’t lose him. He had…[Read more]

Nithel’s chest ached as he stared at Brendin, then looked to Alessio.

Alessio backed away, almost seeming to hide. He swallowed hard, staring at Brendin with fear in his eyes.

“Alessio.” Nithel turned, staring at his friend’s eyes. Nithel didn’t want to step away from Brendin and Jericho, just in case he could help. But he didn’t want Alessio to…[Read more]

@rose-colored-fancy

Wow, thank you!

Everything you said makes perfect sense and it all lines up with his role in my story. I will definitely be using your suggestions. Thanks again!

@this-is-not-an-alien

Thank you for your opinion! That definitely gives me something to consider. I really don’t want to go in and change everything about him…[Read more]

@this-is-not-an-alien

Her persona; I wonder if she chooses that one because it’s convenient or because some part of her wants to be saved and for once be the damsel in the distress for someone to care enough about to help. Maybe she’s projecting her victimhood onto her ‘helpless’ persona.

Ooh, cool! I think it’s probably both, though I hadn’t…[Read more]

Where am I? What is this place?

The thought floated through Malvat’s head, spoken in a strong voice. A newcomer? Did all mankind enjoy hiding in the shadows instead of presenting themselves as soon as they arrived?

Malvat turned towards the thought, narrowing his eyes at a pile of books and scrolls on the floor, no longer concealed by the…[Read more]

Nithel was running. He had side-stepped Jericho, her fallen book, and Alessio, Brendin had screamed.

Nithel skidded before the white curtain, pausing for less than a second. He had gone in. Nithel looked over his shoulder toward Alessio and Jericho, then ripped back the curtain and went in.

The mirror had already reformed itself.

“Brendin.”…[Read more]