Hey, I pmed you.
[quote author=Takamisaki link=action=profile;u=133121 date=1372227451]I can do advanced, semi-advanced, or illiterate though how much I write depends on how much you write.
I was wondering if you'd be interested in a: forbidden romance with cats or wolves
I was thinking we could each play a male and female. I was thinking also that maybe we could each play a dominant character, if that's okay with you.
Advanced
The Russian girl sat cross-legged outside her apartment. Her name was Misha Vera Savichev, she was almost sixteen years of age. She was born in Leningrad, Russia at around 5 in the morning, it was August 12th of 1926. Misha had a great passion for animals but was forced to result to caring for the animals in Leningrad seeing as her mother was allergic to animals. Misha held a leather leash in her left hand and some scraps in her right hand. Her eyes were a bright blue, her cheeks were pinched pink from the cold and her face was bordered by long, dark locks. They were braided carefully by her mother who currently worked at a factory eleven hours a day. Misha looked to the Samoyed in front of her. Its fur was as white as snow. The Samoyed belonged to her neighbor, Oskar, a man in his 80's who could no longer walk the dog.
Her blue eyes stared adoringly at the dog as it sat perfectly. "Lie down," she commanded, the white lapdog laid down obediently and gently took the treat. "Good!" She said smiling brightly. Her smile faded as she heard a low drone, it was steady but was getting progressively louder. Her heart began hammering in her chest, "The Germans," she murmured softly. Misha snatched up the Samoyed just as the sound of the incoming planes doubled. The air-raid sirens began to scream its warning. The dark haired girl raced up the stairs of her apartment; she reached her apartment, dropped the dog and raced to help her mom cover the windows.
"Misha, Rita, get in the closet!" She heard her mom say, she shot a confused look at her mother wondering why Rita was there. Rita was the Russian lady who lived above her apartment, she was old and was referred to as 'Granny' or 'Mamaw'. Misha picked the white dog up once more before rushing into the closet with Rita and her mother close behind her. She dropped to the floor as the other two sat in wooden chairs. Just as we closed the closet door, she heard her mother and Rita whispering an old Russian Orthodox prayer. The bombs dropped at a rapid pace, after the first one I lost count, as quickly as the bombings started they were over. We waited in the closet for who knows how long before finally deciding it was safe to come out. "Misha, why don't you help Galina back to her apartment and see what damage the Germans have done to her apartment." Her mother said the word 'Germans' with disgust but who wouldn't? Everyone hated the Germans for what they've done to Russia.
Nodding, Misha grabbed the dog's leash before helping Rita back to her apartment which was very cluttered. Her eyes scanned the room before glancing at the roof which had a gigantic hole, well, that was probably an exaggeration but it was big. "Mamaw Rita, maybe you should come stay with us for awhile." Rita shook her head before sighing, "Well ... maybe I should. Just for a little while." Misha smiled before picking up some books that were scattered across the floor. The Russian went back downstairs where she delivered the Samoyed to Oskar to prevent her mother's allergies from getting out of hand. Russia was running low on dogs; they had either been starved to death, killed in bombings or shot dead by the Nazis. The Samoyed, Petr, was probably one of the five or ten dogs in Leningrad. The only dogs in Russia now were German Shepherds which, of course, were owned by the Germans.
Once Petr was delivered home, she dropped the books off at home before going back upstairs where she helped Rita grab the last few of books. "The books are the only things I see that would probably be worth saving." Misha nodded before glancing around the room this time actually noticing the damage that was done. Sighing, she and Rita went back down to her apartment where they ate their daily rations which was bread. Actually, bread would be an insult because it was just disgusting, tasteless sawdust.
Semi advanced to advanced
Alex rolled his eyes. "Weird child," he muttered softly as he leaned back in his chair. Focusing intently on Reid for a second before looking away. His eyes went to his sheet of paper; he slowly outlined the eyes {which were wide/anime considering that was the only kind he could draw}. He watched as the other constantly fidgeted with his pencil. It was driving him nuts because he was afraid it'd stab somebody --- or him --- in the eye or something. Hopefully, it wouldn't be in the stomach.
"Uh-huh," he said sarcastically smiling at Reid's pout. He couldn't help but chuckle at hearing Reid sneeze. It was adorable. Alex nodded slightly as he begun to lightly draw the nose and markings. As well as the tufts of fur. He, also, draw the tail not wanting to forget it. He stopped dead at the mention of his favorite sex position. "Uhm ... well ... I ... uhm ... well ... I'd say ... um ... the bottom ... I guess. I've never been in control. Ever," he said clearly uncomfortable and nervous at answering the question.
Alex rolled his eyes, "Yeah, I guess, unless your family is Christian and is homophobic. I've pretended to be straight all my life," he muttered softly running a hand through his hair as he drew a t-shirt and shorts on the fox. He cocked his head before deciding, he was satisfied with the turn out. Either way, he didn't feel like perfecting it today. He smiled happily, "Okay, that's cool. Maybe you can show me all the hot-spots or something," he said happily before looking to his sketch.
Eh, it could use a lot more work, but he was a little OCD. Though not one of those freak-OCD people that think everything has to be perfect and all that. It wasn't that he didn't like them, he just wasn't like that, his older brother is one of the freak-OCD people so, he had nothing against them. He frowned at the mention of a horror movie. "Eh .. sure, but no scaring me. I would hate to scream in the movie theater," he said. Horror movies scared the shit out of him. No joke.
Semi-Advanced
Alex got out of his blue bug car; his blue eyes looked at the college building before him. Letting out a huff, he shouldered his backpack and started towards the doors. The blacked hair male was dressed in black skinnies, a loose fitting blue t-shirt and pure black sneakers; on his head was a gray beanie. Sucking in a deep breath, he pulled open the door and walked down the hallways towards his first period class. Though, it wasn't that easy to find it as he had thought. Alex sighed asking one lingering student where history was; she directed him towards an empty hallway and to a wooden door. It was nicely polished though it had several chips missing; Alex thanked her quickly. Knocking on the door with a pale hand, he pushed open the door and entered the classroom.
There were only a few seats open so he assumed he was late. His eyes scanned the classroom a moment before he walked over to the teacher. He felt his skin heat up with embarrassment as the history teacher made him introduce himself to the classroom. "Hi, I'm Alex." He said sheepishly, the teacher frowned before telling him to take a seat. The college boy nodded and moved swiftly to a seat; once there, he sunk down low. He swallowed softly as the teacher begun class.
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