- Invitation Status
- Not accepting invites at this time
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- 1-3 posts per week
- Online Availability
- I have Thursdays off between two jobs. I am usually available on Wednesdays and Sundays, too. I will usually respond in the evenings, if I can, on the days I work.
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Fantasy, Romance, Medieval, Futuristic, Apocalyptic, Sci-Fi, Modern, Action, Adventure, some High-Fantasy, Lord of the Rings, Pacific Rim, King Arthur, anything Game of Thrones-esque
The wind was harsh and unforgiving as it blew through the dirty and dusty town. The cracked land offered no resistance as the breeze lifted the dirt into a mini dust-storm and Gabriel shielded his mouth and eyes with his arm as it whirled around him, lifting his dirty-blond hair before moving on. Everyone around him had done the same thing without thought, shielding their faces from the harsh dust that could bring more than coughing but radiation, too. They were used to it, used to the wastelands around them and the dirt that never left anything, causing them to see the world in a constant shade of brown, rusty hues. Even the sky above seemed dull, constantly overcast and rumbling with thunder and brief flashes of lightning even during the day. The sun rarely shone through the gray canopy above.
It was a miracle anything grew as the skies rarely brought rain, to, only sandstorms and twisters. Only death and destruction.
It was a wonder anyone was alive in these conditions and though they'd all grown to dully accept the state of the world, everyone knew that each breath they took was a gift. In this desolate place it could be snatched away at any moment. The land was harsh and the people unforgiving. Everyone was struggling to survive no matter what the cost and everyone was wary of strangers.
It was for that latter reason that Gabriel kept his head down and did his best to blend, to become part of the landscape and the crowd. After twenty years, he was rather good at it now. And for someone like him, it was imperative that he not draw attention. It was a risk even coming into town to trade. The government was everywhere...
It was a miracle anything grew as the skies rarely brought rain, to, only sandstorms and twisters. Only death and destruction.
It was a wonder anyone was alive in these conditions and though they'd all grown to dully accept the state of the world, everyone knew that each breath they took was a gift. In this desolate place it could be snatched away at any moment. The land was harsh and the people unforgiving. Everyone was struggling to survive no matter what the cost and everyone was wary of strangers.
It was for that latter reason that Gabriel kept his head down and did his best to blend, to become part of the landscape and the crowd. After twenty years, he was rather good at it now. And for someone like him, it was imperative that he not draw attention. It was a risk even coming into town to trade. The government was everywhere...