- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Online Availability
- Midday during school year, whenever on breaks
- Writing Levels
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Scifi, Fantasy, Modern, Romance, Magical, Slice of Life, Pretty much anything
Azula's fake smile turned into a grimace as the official and Kamichi strolled down to the gate on the southern end of the premises. The official left with no more commotion and simply smirked at the pacifist walking him out as the gate shut behind him. Meanwhile, Azula fell to the ground and now braced herself on her elbows in the downy grass choked with dandelions. Heat resided in her chest as her frustration bore frightening fruit. Her fist balled, tearing out numerous blades, and her teeth grind together. She slowly begins to crawl back to the twisted tree before clawing at the bark. The previously peaceful air of the garden was now demolished by the malice exhumed by the disgruntled royal.
"Why?" she whispered to herself, tears threatening to stain her words. "Why me? Why am I the dishonored one now?" She whimpered before placing her forehead on the rough bark
"Why?" she whispered to herself, tears threatening to stain her words. "Why me? Why am I the dishonored one now?" She whimpered before placing her forehead on the rough bark