Recent content by Draven Winterling

You all have my deepest apologies but I'm afraid I'm going to have to back out of this thread. I've finally made up my mind with what I'm going to do and I've decided to leave the site to focus on something I can actually publish. I'm planning to leave as soon as I've finished up with all my...

Every Day is Exactly the Same - Nine Inch Nails

Fine with me. Any ideas?

Umm.... well, if the Winterlings won't work I've got a six year old Shifter named Whisper and then there's my Ravenclaw student Mohindra Vallumbosa and her older brother, the librarian, Epsilon Vallumbosa. Mohindra's kind of out there, Whisper's scarily mature for her age. Epsilon's relatively...

Oops, sorry. As I said, I haven't been on in a while. #-o

Anybody wanna rp with me? I've been wanting to get back on and do something for a while but I'm waiting for approval, so I've got nothing to do until then. So anyone? I've got a whole list of characters if the Winterlings don't accommodate you.

The third book by Libba Bray was The Sweet Far Thing. :lol:

A Great and Terrible Beauty by Libba Bray is an amazing book! It's one of those rare finds that once you start reading it, you can't put it down, you can't stop yelling at the characters for stupid mistakes that they don't know about, and you can't stop pining for the sequel. I loved it and the...

"See for yourself, if you don't believe me." Draven said stolidly, pulling back his coat sleeve to expose his wrist. Though he was in complete control now, his veins were still blackened with lingering traces of venom and they writhed slightly like tiny snakes beneath his skin. "Let's just say...

For a minute Draven was silent, thinking carefully. "It didn't used to be this way," He said finally, running a hand through his hair, "at least not for me." He shrugged, as if the conversation were a mere causal matter. "Ravus has always been like this. It used to disgust me but I could never...

"I wouldn't think about it too much. You'd have been better of not knowing us at all," Draven said darkly, leaning against the alley wall. "We have a nasty habit of killing those who get too close and an even worse habit of doing away with as many random people as we can in one night."

"So it would seem," Draven said stolidly, grinning with a cold impassiveness, "I have a twin. Chances are, if you've met one of us, you've met him."

Draven stared at her and shook his head, chuckling coldly under his breath. "I am not good company to have but whether you stay or go is your choice. However much my brother might think it so, the Winterlings do not own the night."

"Some would call it taking a walk," Draven said coolly, brushing past her and stepping further into the shadows. Thanks to his father, he'd never been a real big fan of eye contact and the very idea of being scrutinized was agony. So he preferred the shadows over solid light. "I suppose others...

((Draven is not a boy. He's in his late twenties.)) Draven eyed the woman who'd approached him, his steely blue eyes unusually bright in the dim lighting. Something about her seemed uncannily familiar but he wasn't in the mood to mess around with his Sight in order to figure out why. "What do...