-no character sheets. you should be able to flesh out a character without giving us every inane detail about their life.
-Don't godmod
-if you have multis keep track of them
-no guns. This means you, 14 year old who doesn't understand how not to godmod.
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The only thing he could see from the rocky outcropping was an ocean of green, softly swaying grass. Six feet tall and imposing, if lush, the boy shook his head. This wasn't good. Wasn't good at all, actually. Not only did he not have even the slightest iota of an idea as to where they were, he'd never seen plants like this before.
"Wren," he spoke softly, and he shook the shoulder of the girl laying a few feet away. He ran a hand through light-blonde hair, fluttered his wings slightly--large, red a color to match his eyes, feathered, all the Marked ones in Terres wound up with them eventually, even if Wren didn't have hers yet--and sighed. Ths wasn't good. She was going to be pissed. Didn't matter if it was his fault or not, she always was.
Wren let out a soft noise and blinked open her eyes. This fog was nice, because it meant for once--even if only for a few minutes--she wasn't yelling at him.
"Where are we?" she demanded, in a tone a bit too curt, and he winced inwardly.
"I don't know."
And that's all it took. A second later and she was awake, and furious. Royal purple eyes on full alert, every muscle in her tiny frame ready to pounce.
"You are such an idiot!" she snapped. "Why didn't you wake me?"
He shook his head. Here they went again.
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