hi hello I am returning to the site and have realized that I have forgotten how everything works oop
id like to get back into the site, and well, the best way for me to do that with pet sites has always been writing! thought id open some quick comms to get into the swing of things

these will be pwyw at the moment, at a maximum of 500 words, bios or short snippets! i am a creative writing major, and there are a few old examples of my writing on my profile. for a newer example, here is a snippet for a piece I did a month or two ago for one of my ocs and a rewrite for my king and queen!

lioden writing:

"Feigr, dear. Just because I can't see you doesn't mean I can't hear you."

A slight chuff of amusement rumbles from the lioness's chest as she listens to the sound of her mate's clumsy steps. There's a moment of silence, a bit of a pause, before a heavy sigh fills the air.

There's a weight that settles against her side, the cool press of a nose against her cheek before the roughness of a few swipes of tongue over her ear. She purrs just a little louder at the sound of Feigr's gruff, but gentle, voice.

"I am sorry, my love. It seems that I'm still not grasping the whole 'there is no sneaking up on you' concept. I was hoping to surprise you."

bio examples:
https://toyhou.se/11281303.twistedfoot

warrior cats examples:
https://toyhou.se/anylifeonmarzz/literatures

oc writing:

"Head up now, boy!”

The sharp whistle and even harsher chide is followed up by the crisp smack of a ruler meeting skin. Soren’s head shoots up from where he had his cheek comfortably nestled against the crook of his elbow, a sound embarrassingly similar to cut-off snore mixed in with a yelp escaping him at the sting of pain that comes with the shock. He looks up to find eyes both unimpressed and less than sympathetic staring down at him from the bridge of a sharp nose, the tight frown on pursued lips sending a prickle of shame down his back. It skitters all the way down to his tail, which twitches nervously under her inspection, the feathers at the side of his head pressing firmly back.

A moment of silence passes between them, heavy and thick. Then, those same hard eyes seem to soften as his instructor turns away, shaking her head with an even softer sigh. Soren would be lying to say that her dismissal doesn’t come with a wave of relief, even when her tired voice continues. “ I swear, with each day you prove to be less and less like your mother's son…"

“Sorry, Auntie Emme. . .” The young Calami mutters, a sheepish smile coming to his face as he rubs at the back of his head, almost as though he were nursing a wound.

For what it’s worth, he does mean it this time. Truly! It’s just that, well. . . it’s just that the lessons these days are straight-up boring! He never means to fall asleep during her classes. Or, well, he never means to stay asleep, anyway. It sorta just happens

“Sorrys come in a dime a dozen these days, Soren. It’s what you do with yours that gives them their worth.”

ill try formatting this post a bit better later oof