Fennec

Boredom strikes!

Honestly, for once I just want to do a roleplay with werewolves. Nothing ultra fancy. Something laid back, a bit of romance with possibly a hot werewolf guy and a human lady. Just a roleplay where we don't have to break our brains laboring over every reply.

This would be quite Casual. I've got a plot, so you can message me for details. I'm capable of posting multiple times a day, and I ask that you post at least once each day. If you have to skip a day or two, I totally understand. Just let me know.

Also, no need for formalities with me. I want someone I can brainstorm with furiously, crack jokes with, and just generally have fun roleplaying with.

The name's Ellie, friends. Wear it out as you please.

Cancel my appointments, I've been sold into slavery.

Ever since her performance at the ball, the way the servants reacted to her commands had changed. So when she asked for a hot bath, they responded immediately, as if forgetting that she were lower in the hierarchy than even themselves. Ten minutes later, she was filling the stone bowl in the floor with warm water and shucking off her clothes. She went through her daily routine, scrubbing off the dead skin and sweat, cleaning her hair with the soaps she'd bought and then combing it out, before she drained and refilled the tub so she could soak away the aches and pains of the day.

Her mind was calm. She worried for Aulfr, but ultimately she realized he would succeed and take his rightful place upon the throne. Even if she had to make it happen. She could not live as a slave much longer. Even if Aulfr didn't often point out his hold on her, she felt it. Every time she had to return to their chambers, sleep in his bed, have no personal space of her own. Every time he ordered her to kill this jarl, intimidate that one. It wore on her, and she wanted that invisible leash gone.

She spent a long time in the bath, until the water grew too chilly and her hair had mostly dried. She finally dragged herself out and pulled on the outfit she'd prepared, a pair of trousers and one of Aulfr's tunics. She braided back her damp hair and padded out of the bathroom, tired enough that she didn't notice the khopesh in Aulfr's hands until she'd flopped down on the bed. She raised an eyebrow.

"Your father uses a sword or an axe, does he not? Perhaps you should practice with someone capable of doing the same. Otherwise you won't be prepared for that fight. Or would you like to fight me using your normal weapons while I use the khopesh? That way, you can get a feel for how your father might defend himself against you."

Hi! Looking for a super spectacular buddy to roleplay with!

I'm Ellie, Lizzi, or Fennec. Whatever floats your boat. And I'm in the mood for some tear-jerking, gory, romantic roleplaying!

I'm capable of posting multiple times a day, but sometimes I do get a bit stuck, so don't get all growly on me. ;-;

I'm a low-casual to casual roleplayer, but once I get into the swing of things I'm close to high-casual.
I love the fantasy, medieval fantasy, sci-fi, and post-apocalyptic genres. (Mostly medieval fantasy.)

I've got a few used-up old plots, but I'm totally cool with brainstorming and checking out some new stuff.

Message me if you're interested, buds.

Cancel my appointments, I've been sold into slavery.

Aleksandra listened, her heart growing heavier in her chest. She had tried not to worry about him, but it was an impossible feeling to rid herself of. And she knew it would only grow worse over the next two days. This was going to distract her. But for the next two days, she reasoned, if she let herself feel it she could put it away during the feast. It wasn't good to keep things in for too long.

So as his hands slid from her shoulders, she caught them and slowly, not meeting his gaze, twined her fingers through his. She could worry over him and give him her strength for these few days. She could be all his support if he needed it.

"I'll be your castle walls, Aulfr. No one will get past me, should they even dare to try." There was a new look in her eye, a tone to her voice that she'd never used with him before. A sort of crazed determination that she usually reserved only for hunts, when she was out for blood. "And by all your gods and the Saints above, I'll see you sitting at the head of the table at the next 'feast', even if the heads of your enemies are lying at your feet when the time comes."

She raised his hands to her lips and pressed a firm kiss to his fingers, then let go. And then she went to take a bath.

Sort of, kind of, new-ish again?

@Tyler Night I may have gotten my math wrong. It's quite late. I'm freshly eighteen. That sounds strange. xD
As for D&D, I've only been doing that for two months. Roleplaying on forums is the many-year commitment.

Sort of, kind of, new-ish again?

I fell off the map for a short time. I got sucked into a black hole filled with twenty-sided die and Critical Role and other such things. .-.

But I miss writing so much! I just thought this would be a good way to get back on the wagon. So hi there!

I'm Ellie, Lizzi, or Fennec. Whatever you're comfortable with. I read books like a fiend, I love Dungeons & Dragons, and I've been roleplaying since fifth grade. (That's almost ten years! Holy crap.)

Cancel my appointments, I've been sold into slavery.

Aleksandra, still soaked in sweat from her most recent training session- with Thorik, the cheeky fighter who'd won a kiss from her during their first spar- didn't even realize that Aulfr was in their room as she started plodding past, headed for the bath chamber. She almost jumped in fright when she heard his voice behind her, and already had a dagger out, even if it was somewhat halfhearted. She was exhausted and she recognized his voice immediately. She sighed and sheathed her weapon, turning fully to listen to him.

She blinked in surprise as he delivered the news. So it was finally happening. After two months of murdering and scraping and suffering through the ridiculous 'feasts', Aulfr was making a move for the throne. Well, good. She was tired of dodging assassins left and right. Now she knew how annoying her kind could be.

Her girls weren't anywhere near ready for fighting, but their acting was coming along nicely. If anyone tried to do something dodgy, the girls would find some way to cause a scene and make some distractions. And Aleksandra could now fend off four of Aulfr's specially trained fighters for nearly ten minutes at this point, so anyone trying to get past her would have quite a bad day. And so would the servant made to clean up her mess afterwards.

"I don't mean to pass judgment on your skills. I know you're an expert warrior, but what happens if the fight starts to turn? Your father won't hesitate to kill you, and I..." She paused, cast her gaze to the floor, and swallowed her pride. "I don't think I could bear to lose you should this end badly." She crossed her arms over her chest and met his gaze, her expression set in stone. "What should I do if the battle shifts too far in the Oberjarl's favor?"

Cancel my appointments, I've been sold into slavery.

A little over two weeks passed. Aleksandra slowly distanced herself from Aulfr, fearful that growing any closer to him would weaken her resolve. She needed to be as strong as possible when the time came to face her brothers. Not only that, but she couldn't let herself be distracted by Aulfr any more than she already was. Such a preoccupied mind could get her killed out in the city if she let her guard down.

She didn't pull away from him completely. But she rarely adopted her playful attitude, or teased him. She kissed him only briefly, and only every so often. In the mornings, she would untangle herself from him long before he woke and train with the men in the courtyard and run drills with her maid assassins.

Aulfr seemed to grow distant from her as well, almost distracted. A tension was building in the air, something that promised to burst soon, and it felt like it wouldn't be a very quiet ordeal. He was planning something big. She just ignored it, knowing he'd tell her what it was soon enough. So she kept to her training. A few hunts in the city came and went, as did the death of another rival jarl who had openly admitted to having sent an assassin to Aulfr. And the assassination attempts were growing in number. One every other day at least. It seemed to her that the Oberjarl was growing desperate.

Cancel my appointments, I've been sold into slavery.

Aleksandra was fuming inside. She was weak, she was arrogant, and she could have been killed had that been a true fight. She just knew this would eat away at her for days. Maybe even weeks. She was sure of this as she took her seat on the floor in front of Aulfr. She had to wait a minute, then two, as she calmed herself enough to answer.

"I was cocky. I know how I excel at hand-to-hand combat and I haven't truly fought anyone for awhile. Not anyone that can challenge me. I grew overconfident in my own abilities and decided I didn't have to try with your soldiers. I was a moron, and I was just trying to tease you. I'm weak." She grit her teeth and took in a deep breath. "Truly, I shouldn't let myself... fraternize anymore. I'm slipping. My infatuation with you is making me lose my edge."

She stood up and ran a hand through her hair, giving her head a shake. "I apologize, Aulfr. I failed you today. I vow not to do it again." She gave him a firm nod and left quickly, disappearing into a side-passage to be alone for awhile. She needed some time to think.

//So it's the worst post ever but I'll get back up to speed soon.

Zambeenies. [CLOSED]

@Vash He does seem a bit out of place, but that works. If it's bothering you, we could always help you out somehow.