- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Fantasy (high, low and anything in between), modern, medieval, anything that'll keep me at the edge of my seat. Romance is absolutely necessary. And fluff. Just a lil bit.
The Wisterian Capital was where people came to see magic. It didn't matter who you were, what you did, or where you came from, but the moment you crossed those grand city gates, you could be anything you wanted to be. The Capital was where people came to experience The Land of Promise, City of Gold and Opportunity, where anything and everything was possible.
Wisteria lived and breathed just like its citizens. It flourished marketplaces with merchants stacked on top each other selling delicates from the Far East and contraptions from the Far West. It birthed idea, innovation, invention, philosophy and artistry all in the same day, seeping through the rest of the kingdom like lifeblood. And, of course, it housed the three obstinate clans of the north, east and west, all locked in a complex grid of power and influence, vying for the upper hand.
It wasn't anywhere near perfect—corruption has sank its teeth deep into the heart of the city, and the harsh lines between the rich and poor were glaring. Poverty was an unkind reality to many. It wasn't perfect, indeed, but to June, it was home. The headquarters of the Earth Clan was situated directly south of the Capital, just deep enough into the forest and rugged terrain that it was inconspicuous to most citizens.
The entire healing department was located in back of the base and heavily guarded, as they were the most valuable department in the clan. This was also where the short-tempered girl was supposed to be. Instead, June had wandered to the greenhouse to look at the new shipments of flowers, as she had grown tired of dealing with the egregious amount of paperwork that came with her title.
Of course, with her luck, the moment she stepped in to speak to one of the gardeners, an unbearable smoke filled the building, burning their lungs and sending them into fits of coughing and sputtering. The sentry lining the walls of the building were in a panic, scrambling to collect themselves. The chaos inside only grew as the source of the infiltration was identified.
They were under attack.
June was ushered out the back first, followed by the rest of the gardeners, while the greenhouse guards exited through the front, ready for battle. They were still recovering from the blasts, hacking and hustling as they braced themselves, assuming position as per the Commander's orders. Attacks came quick. The enemy wasted no time in taking advantage of the situation.
"What the hell?" June hacked into her sleeves, drawing up part of her clothing to cover her nose and mouth. Whoever it was, her first priority was to round up all of the gardeners and send them underground to spread news of the attack. They wouldn't be able to hold their own in battle, so she quickly grabbed everyone she could and helped up anyone who had passed out from the fumes.
Wisteria lived and breathed just like its citizens. It flourished marketplaces with merchants stacked on top each other selling delicates from the Far East and contraptions from the Far West. It birthed idea, innovation, invention, philosophy and artistry all in the same day, seeping through the rest of the kingdom like lifeblood. And, of course, it housed the three obstinate clans of the north, east and west, all locked in a complex grid of power and influence, vying for the upper hand.
It wasn't anywhere near perfect—corruption has sank its teeth deep into the heart of the city, and the harsh lines between the rich and poor were glaring. Poverty was an unkind reality to many. It wasn't perfect, indeed, but to June, it was home. The headquarters of the Earth Clan was situated directly south of the Capital, just deep enough into the forest and rugged terrain that it was inconspicuous to most citizens.
The entire healing department was located in back of the base and heavily guarded, as they were the most valuable department in the clan. This was also where the short-tempered girl was supposed to be. Instead, June had wandered to the greenhouse to look at the new shipments of flowers, as she had grown tired of dealing with the egregious amount of paperwork that came with her title.
Of course, with her luck, the moment she stepped in to speak to one of the gardeners, an unbearable smoke filled the building, burning their lungs and sending them into fits of coughing and sputtering. The sentry lining the walls of the building were in a panic, scrambling to collect themselves. The chaos inside only grew as the source of the infiltration was identified.
They were under attack.
June was ushered out the back first, followed by the rest of the gardeners, while the greenhouse guards exited through the front, ready for battle. They were still recovering from the blasts, hacking and hustling as they braced themselves, assuming position as per the Commander's orders. Attacks came quick. The enemy wasted no time in taking advantage of the situation.
"What the hell?" June hacked into her sleeves, drawing up part of her clothing to cover her nose and mouth. Whoever it was, her first priority was to round up all of the gardeners and send them underground to spread news of the attack. They wouldn't be able to hold their own in battle, so she quickly grabbed everyone she could and helped up anyone who had passed out from the fumes.