WeepingWisteria

Suddenly, one of Santa’s bats turned against its brethren. Wait. Was it one of Santa’s bats? No, no, it wasn’t. The bat in question popped into Lorde, Mountain Dew Baja ...

“What are you doing?” Estella Fay put on gloves she had found in her drawer. “And how have you never hears of us? My governess said everything we do is ...

“Alis. You know, the descendants of angels. You’re in London, by the way. I can’t tell you the street name.” Estella Fay sat down on the bed, reaching into her ...

Estella Fay shook her wings, rustling the feathers and making some metallic sound. “Do you not know about the Alis?” She laughed to herself, tugging on the ends of her ...

"Thank you." She went over to a windowsill and started tracing over the piece of her map. Her lines were smooth, despite her holding the piece of charcoal in a ...

Artemis caught the flyer with ease, straightening it out. "Charmed." She shook Tithorea's hand. "Could someone hand me a pen? I don't tend to carry one on me." She checked ...

Artemis held it out to him. “Hunter.”

Artemis ignored her. “I’m Artemis. You all are...?”

You don't remember what happened. All you know is that you don't belong here, wherever here is. Strange machines of metal hurtle past you, making you dizzier than you already ...

She scrambled out of bed, twisting the knob on her gas lamp. “How did you get here? Why are you in my room?” Her wings caught the light, the yellow ...

Name and pronouns: Artemis Taylor she/her Race (human, elf, dwarf, etc.): Wolf Igni Occupation (i.e., physician, ranger, bard, etc.): Hunter Age: 20 Personality: Friendly, observant, mildly feral. App

Estella Fay groaned. It had been another night of tossing and turning and no rest. “Artemis? You back already?” She sat up, squinting in the dark.