- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- Weekends
- Writing Levels
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy (medieval or modern), sci-fi, steampunk, genres involving dragons
For the first time since he arrived, Saraph's face hardened into one of angry sorrow. "It is not pity I feel for myself. It is the knowledge that I cannot return home. Even if I discovered here who had done this to me, there is a storm that blocks entry to our home. Only our leader can temporarily remove the barrier, and that is rare. I would not have the strength to fly through the storm and live to tell my people how I was wronged."
With one fluid motion, Saraph stood and came to rest in front of her window. Dark eyes gazed down at the people walking by, the cars chasing one another in the streets, the air cloudy with transparent pollution. "I do not see how I can do anything when I do not have the ability to get the information I need."
With one fluid motion, Saraph stood and came to rest in front of her window. Dark eyes gazed down at the people walking by, the cars chasing one another in the streets, the air cloudy with transparent pollution. "I do not see how I can do anything when I do not have the ability to get the information I need."