- 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
"Home." Meave said. "Don't fall too far behind, the sentries will shoot first and apologize later."
She leaped off to the side and caught a thick rope. Pulling herself up, over the railings she smiled, a soft, closed lip smile as she gazed upon her home; her community. The precious few children that lived there ran up and grabbed her pack, squealing with happiness and they hurried back, to the commons.
The commons were a gigantic circular area. It was impossible to get lost in the trees, because every path led back to the center. Community was important, and the commons enable them to be as tight knit as possible.
Maeve waved the nearest sentry to her. "The Nixie is a healer, treat her with respect." She said a tone that commanded respect, and obedience.
She leaped off to the side and caught a thick rope. Pulling herself up, over the railings she smiled, a soft, closed lip smile as she gazed upon her home; her community. The precious few children that lived there ran up and grabbed her pack, squealing with happiness and they hurried back, to the commons.
The commons were a gigantic circular area. It was impossible to get lost in the trees, because every path led back to the center. Community was important, and the commons enable them to be as tight knit as possible.
Maeve waved the nearest sentry to her. "The Nixie is a healer, treat her with respect." She said a tone that commanded respect, and obedience.