- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Douche
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Magical, Romance, Dystopian, Religious, Post-Apocalyptic, Zombies (but the plot has to consist of more than just mindlessly murdering the undead), Steampunk
Maeve moved on, ahead of the Nixie. She found a large lake, and dove from the branches, into the water. A rare smile graced her lips as she relished in the feel of the water on her skin. Water was a much more defensible position for a Siren than the treetops. The Nixie would find her, if she continued to search for a large body of water, but to hurry things along she sang.
Her call echoed across the water, searching for listening ears. Calling them to her. She continued to sing as she swam, contentedly in the loch.
Her call echoed across the water, searching for listening ears. Calling them to her. She continued to sing as she swam, contentedly in the loch.