Art & Commissions To Do
The Original Character Project
Slowly working on them
- Asante-sana's commission
- Sketcherz Sketch commission (will be fully colored due to how long it took me to get to it)
Open; Slow Progress in responding
Empires Before Clans To Do
- Admin & Moderator Stuff
- Get all characters updated
- Work on relationship memes
- Slowly begin reworking all memes in the group
- give Air a separate map for RP reasons
At Winter's End To Do
- Work on new applications
Conflict of Interest
- Finish journals
- Create memes
- Create needed materials
- Finish character concept
Avita's watching you
TRD: A Single Rose
Niall never got seriously injured. It was quite a big statement – true but bold. As an Elite Hunter, others get an assumption that you’re invincible. That not even the toughest of opponents could land a claw on you. Even Niall himself had started to believe he may be blessed. It goes to show that you never stop learning.
He had managed to fight off the Defectors and let them run away after giving the big one a nasty wound to think about, but he had sustained injuries that bled out and matted his flank. Some of his armour had broken and was hanging uselessly off his body. He made a mental note to go get it fixed by the blacksmiths as he came to the city gates.
Taking a leisurely stroll outside of the city was now dangerous – even for Elite Bounty Hunters.
To avoid any chaos, Niall took the back streets up to the Bounty Hunter compound. It was longer this way around, but much less congested. His side hurt from the large gash and he winced, trying to tough it out. He wou
TRD - i hope we stay, thick as thieves I’m pretty melodramatic by nature, and I know this. I’m aware. I’ve been told. By my brother and my best friend, and countless others, and it might be my most defining character trait. I like to think of it as contemplative, though. I’m not melodramatic because I’m trying to be a downer. I’m just thinking, and thinking makes you realize a lot of shitty things in the world, and then when you start thinking about just how shitty those shitty things are, you’re left with one pretty melodramatic kid.
A few weeks ago, I would have never referred to myself as a ‘kid’. But after a lot of shitty things went down, I’m not so sure about myself anymore. Kids are oblivious and confused and don’t know a whole lot. Adults are smart and confident and strong and persistent. Before I was even a year old, I’d considered myself an adult, simply because of how
EBC: Denial Zamirra decided that she hated this thing called war. As she looked at Avita in the nursery, she couldn’t help but feel a tremor of fear course through her. The old leader of the Air Empire had stepped down after learning of the death of her mate, Valon. She wasn’t the same anymore, she always looked so sad…
And the little lion cub couldn’t help but think of her parents. She hadn’t seen them in so long… what if they were dead like Valon? She looked at Avita. She had listened as the mother explained to her cubs that their father would never come back… What if Zami’s parents never came back?
She couldn’t take sitting in the nursery anymore, so she left it, her ears and head low. She wandered aimlessly around the camp, holding back her pain. She knew Lefki w