Whoa! I am
extremely interested.
Did you know that it's actually pretty hard to find someone who won't back down from threads with posts regularly breaking fifteen paragraphs? That being so, I'm still kind of amazed that this thread hasn't elicited a thermonuclear
explosion of interest, this site being what it is. Well, you got one good-looking one. Lrrr looks like he could be a fantastic partner. But still... just
one? Seriously? This must be remedied.
Now there are two. :)
A little about me. I broke into the roleplaying scene on another site in early 2012, and had a grand old time for about nine months or so. I came over to this site in December 2012 and started a little group and a few 1-on-1 plays until January 2013. A freak time travel accident blew me one year ahead to January 2014, and now here I am.
I like
long responses in roleplay. Once I really get into something, I've sometimes gotten up to 1500, 2000, 2500 words in one reply (about forty paragraphs, if you prefer that metric). That's fairly rare, but it's so great when it happens. You know the feeling? When you're completely immersed in your writing and it just keeps going and going and
going until you finally wrap it up, scroll up, think "Whoa!" and put it into a word counter and immediately feel a little twinge of pride? Or is that just me?
As for the type of play, a surprising number of the ones you suggested appealed to me. You're really good at this. But of all those, two in particular stuck out: of the settings, "Robot x Maker", and of the plots, "The Wolf and I." Particularly the latter. Whenever I'm interested in a plot like this, I usually take the time to write out a snippet of what my writing might be in the actual thread. Two reasons: so I can figure out if I'm
actually interested, and so you can see what it'll be like if we do get on it.
Turns out I am actually interested. Here's what I got.
Panic.
It wasn't a feeling he knew well. Sure, he'd felt its equivalent a few times before: in high school, freshman year, when he hadn't made his first tryout for the football team, and in his first year of college when he'd come within a whisker of losing his scholarship due to low grades. Those had been panic-worthy occasions, definitely. Not getting to play a sport that had passed from hobby to lifestyle for him in middle school? Not getting to stay in a college program where he got to feel like a real champion, and be a real champion on top of it? Terrifying prospects, even to someone like him.
And yet both incidents seemed to pale before what faced him now: an image reflected back from the full-length mirror in the small apartment. He had four legs and a tail. A thick grey coat of fur. A long muzzle hiding sharp canine teeth. It backed up what his altered senses had been telling him: either he had completely lost his mind, or he was a wolf.
If someone had asked him yesterday if he could think of any situation that would freak him out of his mind, he would probably have answered no, and he would probably have meant it too. His toughness wasn't just a show; he could generally take what life threw at him, and toss it right back in life's face if he didn't like it. But this? No. No, this wasn't life, this was some sick fantasy-world thing. This couldn't possibly be happening. Dream? Hallucination? Madness? One of those, but there was no way this had actually happened to him.
Perhaps if he had been in a more clear and composed state of mind to begin with, he would have noticed just how agitated his thoughts were becoming. He would have realized how unnaturally fearful and increasingly aggressive he was feeling. But he was in no state for self-analysis. Unlike the transformation of his body, the delayed transformation of his mind was all set to go entirely unnoticed.
Fear. Anger. Terror. Fury. They pounded in his head like hail on a tin roof. He had to get out of here. He had to get out of here now.
That's extremely abridged, but you get the idea. That took about four minutes to write. My inspiration for this one is through the roof.
But before I go any further, a warning: I've never actually done any sexually explicit roleplay. I'm all set to satisfy on the 50% story, but I can make no promises on the 50% smut except that I'll give it the best effort I possibly can. (I've
read plenty of smut, so I'm not a total newbie there. Just never written any.)
So, you interested?
EDIT. I forgot to mention this, but you might have picked it up when reading the sample above: I don't know what style of werewolf you want to go with, so I just made something up. Do you have a preference on what "rules" we should use?
