- Invitation Status
- Look for groups
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- Varies
- Writing Levels
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Nonbinary
- Transgender
- Genres
- Fantasy, Modern Fantasy, Horror, Light Romance, Sci-Fi Fantasy, Fandoms (Star Wars, Harry Potter, Marvel/DC)
Jezebel considered it. Yes, she actually considered it. Life in the forest was rough, the scars on her arms and legs were proof of that. And she was constantly vulnerable with almost no means of escape. Sure, she had plenty of room to run. But no one could outrun the Warden. No one.
With a sigh and a cross of her arms, she relented. "Fine," she said, not sparing even a slight happy tone for the woman, "but if one thing goes wrong, I'm gone. I'm not going to let you get yourself killed." She looked at them both. "My name is Jezebel, by the way." Her gaze flicked over to Zain.
"Are you coming or not?"
With a sigh and a cross of her arms, she relented. "Fine," she said, not sparing even a slight happy tone for the woman, "but if one thing goes wrong, I'm gone. I'm not going to let you get yourself killed." She looked at them both. "My name is Jezebel, by the way." Her gaze flicked over to Zain.
"Are you coming or not?"