"Incinerate! I-Incinerate!" the elf strained under the weight of the body that pushed back.

A claw lashed out, striking the cheek of the elf, drawing blood that dripped down their face. Another knocked back the sword as it moved to strike. The elf felt the heat of the metal against their gloves, the swords was set ablaze by their spell and could not find an outlet. 'Shit...' the elf let out a frustrated cry as they launched their body again, amidst the crowd of the undead that inched ever closer.

"Admit defeat elf!" the necromancer wheezed, still with enough fight left in them.

The elf stood their ground, letting the vile necromancer dig its clawed hands into their shoulder, breaking through the leather padding. It was enough for an opening! Their sword striking flesh, burying itself into the necromancer's side and all at once a terrible heat emanated from the necromancer. The sword burned bright, a high pitched screamed as flames erupted from the wound.

The elf pushed themselves back, eyes wide and bright as the flames engulfed the body. The necromaner's body burned bright with a pure blue flame before turning to ash, the sword landed with a metallic ringing all through out the decayed audience room of a castle. The undead turned into piles of deceased remains, the strange and sour smell of decay starting to fill the air.

Yotzali the elf stayed there motionless, panting softly, their hands still burning from their magic. They gulped a bit and picked themselves up, their precious blue cloak in tatters, their armor and clothes singed and well worn out. Blood dripped freely from the wounds on their shoulder and the one that was across their back.

The mission was done, time to head back. The only proof they needed was the amulet that was amongst the ashes, still warm to the touch.

Bloodied and bruised, but still able to walk, Yotzali made the way back to the village with their sword and knapsack in tow. For just a moment Yotzali could enjoy the piece, even in the sorry state of this once forgotten castle. Still night was coming and Yotzali needed a place to rest that wasn't in the woods.

A warm meal, and a bath was something the elf craved. To talk to someone for the night and put this hunt to rest. To forget the horrors that the necromancer wrought on the innocent... The elf wouldn't be forgetting something like that any time soon. Yet they longed to put it behind them.

Nor could she, it wasn't the first necromancer she had eliminated and it wouldn't be the last. But that was neither here nor there. Yotzali needed a place to rest and dress their wounds. their first step was to undue the bindings around their chest, too long with those wrappings would make breathing difficult after a while. They gasped for a breath, feeling the sting of a wound near the bottom right side of the curve of their breast. Luckily it was only a scratch mark, but the blood had dried over and under the bandages around the soft skin of their chest. They leaned over for a moment, coughing a bit, their throat felt irritated from the intense heat of the 'incinerate' spell. Spells like that had a draw back on whatever user, magic like that was forbidden in most circumstances, unless a life was at stake.

And yet the curious elf, this traveling spellsword was found passed out on the main road some time later on. Calling out weakly for help in their mother tongue and in common...

That's where you come in. Are you a wandering merchant? A wandering swordsman? Maybe someone that's bumped into their adventure time and time again. Maybe someone found Sam and took them to the nearest healer.

what am I looking for?

I'd like for someone to play the love interest for my elf spellsword, Yotzali (their real name is a long one). I'm looking for a partner for Yotzali! I would prefer werewolves or anthro wolf people. I love wolf and cat characters. I do like slow burns though, but I'm fine with this being a oneshot/one night stand, but I tend to respond a little slow.

Character I am playing as

Yotzali, or Zali for short, is a wood elf hailing from a long forgotten tribe, only known attributes from folklore are the elves silvery hair and brown skin. Yotzali has two toned hair, both silver and black that does down past their shoulders. They have one green eye with flecks of hazel, and their right eye seems to be a pale blue with a scar; a scar left behind from magical corruption. They stand at around 5'3. Their clothing is a mixture of leather and metal, a cape of fur and leather boots that look like that of old fable magicians. She has hips and a cute ass, C cup breasts that they bind sometimes, and a little bit of hair down there that matches. Sensitive brown nipples and even more so the tips of their ears are very sensitive to touch. They have a weakness for apple pie.

Yotzali is non-binary but doesn't mind being a called a goody boy or girl, regardless of it all they are physically a woman.

other important things

I only roleplay on reddit and multi-paragraphs are alright! You have to enjoy world-building!! I love world building for these kinds of things and I'd like to have your input too since it's going to be a place our characters will be inhabiting! Also I hope you're okay with OOC stuff, sometimes I just feel like chatting and asking how you're doing.

Let me know if you have any ideas to incorporate into this roleplay. I'm not sure if I'll be making this a long term thing, considering I have some medical stuff going on. Please provide a description of your character.

Likes

sloppy kisses, tongue kisses, ridiculous amounts of cum, getting knotted, beast, romance, smut, affection, holding hands, saying I love you, bites on the neck, light amounts of forcefulness, oral (giving and receiving), size difference, clothed sex, lesbian, futa, succubus, incubi, multiple cocks, vampires, anthro, werewolf, creampies

Maybes: exhibition/risky places

Dislikes:

pain, gore, vore, feet, bathroom things, blood, centaur, minotaur, anal