The elf called for winter to bless the sword in their grip. A simple elvish word that held such a weight spilled from their lips, and from the last syllable the hilt of their sword grew cold, their weapon kissed in winter's freezing grasp. The elf winced a bit, feeling the cold reach through the gloves, keeping their eyes on the enemy, a charging horned beast of fire and rock.

The elf had tracked this strange horror through marshes and forests, always leaving burning and ruin in its wake, called by some unlucky necromancer who played with the laws of their world. Cornered and provoked in a forgotten forest gorge, it ran towards the elf with such speed. 'Shit... the cold is starting to burn,' the elf gripped the hilt of the sword tighter and only had a moment to react, large claw like fingers almost tore the mage in two. Still, the power behind it was enough to slice the skin across the cheek of the elf from just the pressure of the swipe.

The elf ran forward, sword held fast as they swiped up. A large gust of wind and ice escaped from the sword in an upward arch, hitting the beast's head. In an instant frost was starting to set in from the site of the impact, if the elf could hit it one more time on the head it would be easy to break. The elf struck the valley's floor with the sword and an eruption of thorn-ice sprouted from the running water under the elf's feet. The beast's breath was hot with fire as it tried to fight back, feeling pain in its paws as the ice pierced and shattered all around it. It was over in that moment, when it tried to fight back against the thorn-ice. The elf had jumped off some of the thorn-ice, slamming the edge of the blade down on the beast, a rush of wind ripped through the blade as it connected with the rocky flesh of the creature. The force of a winter's blizzard slammed against the elf and the beast as ice crept through the body, bitten and burned by the frost-kiss.

The elf felt their body slam into some broken patches of thorn-ice. Their sword thrown by the water's edge nearby, hissing and crackling as the boon of ice receded. The elf groaned softly, trying to pick themselves up before hearing something crack and reverberate through their body. The beast's head split and fell onto the forest gorge floor; it was like the crack of a very large whip. And then there was a stillness, a strange kind of quiet emptiness along the valley. The elf sighed softly and brushed themselves off, feeling the waters melt the ice as the magic faded away. The took off the gloves to look at their hands, blistered with a bluish purple color that was on their fingertips.

The elf could hear the imaginary scolding's of their master, they put too much strength and magic into those swings.

Magic, if given the chance, could consume a whole kingdom if someone with the gift wasn't careful. There were stories of villages that sometimes disappeared, survivors would have broken minds that seemingly could not be fixed; horrors so unspeakable that scattered their very essence and left them as husks. Not many 'mages' survived through once King Heri decreed 'The Mage Cull'. It was to keep ordinary people safe from magic, they were battles of sword and magic and those who suffered were innocent.

Nowadays, long after King Heri passed, there were rumors of a call to revival of that gift, of magic. Still, humans are flawed and expeditions would be sent out to fix these mistakes. Elves seemed to be the preferred sort to deal with such things, perhaps because of their human appearance having such calming benefits. Of course there was magic meant to disguise true forms from human eyes, which worked well. Of course one would be able to tell if they had the gift....

Granted living such a long life had its drawbacks, which is probably why this elf never took lovers or anything of the sort, but still traveling alone on the road going from payments to missions, made for such longings.

Trekking through the gorge on foot, and wandering up through the wet stream banks eventually the elf found a common road and an all too familiar knapsack of theirs. They and had thrown it to the side in haste when the monster was nearby. A rookie mistake, but still if all the stuff in the knapsack had been ruined then it would make getting back to civilization a little difficult. Rather than use a way-finding spell, the elf decided to rummage through the leather sack to find a map. It was beautifully made in some parts, and crudely drawn in others, it had been a gift a long time ago. It now looked like an abomination of random parchments that seemed to almost never end as the elf scanned the map, finding their place on the paper they looked at the nearest town.

'Selhet' a name that long ago meant 'Great Huts', it used to be an old commerce area where various guilds from all over the world gathered and traded; what fond memories the elf had of the old world. Now it was nothing more than a relic, old stone pillars and ruins were left over from the large lofty buildings of the old world guilds, cottages and human businesses flourished under the history of the Guilds of Selhet.

"Well... time to go and write to the guilds in Quesher, I wonder if they're gonna send someone to look this over..." without a partner to bear as witness, the elf would have to wait for a Guild representative to make sure the beast was indeed dead. That was the only problem the elf had working alone, payment was slower.

In either case, the elf grabbed the knapsack and hoisted it over their shoulder. Hands ached, and their back was a little sore but the walk to Selhet wasn't terribly far. With a quick murmur of words and concentrated hand gestures, a faint silvery aura shrouded the gorge that they had fought in. To the untrained eye everything would look the same, of course the large beast cadaver would looked like a large felled tree of some kind. Hopefully no hunters would come that way, the stench would be a give away.

To sit and wait for the inspector to make their presence known inside the 'Hutty Inn'. Of course not to literally sit and wait, the elf had other business to attend to. A hot bath was in order for all the hard work, it had been taxing and their muscles ached, not to mention their fingers still felt the effects of the ice magics they had used; stiff and burnt with that dreadful bite of ice.

Sam sighed for a moment, finally making it back into the inn that they were staying in. Before writing to the guilds in Quesher the elf of course needed a bath and some relief from all that tension, not to mention the feeling in their fingers.

"Aye Mester Sam, how did it go?" the inn keeper asked, seeing the dark hair elf covered in what looked to be mud and something similar to blood around their leather armor.

"It went well, but a bath is in order, sir..." Sam felt something akin to being tired.

"You've earned it of course," the innkeeper called out watching the small petite looking elf walk down the hallway.

Sam wandered down the hall, stopping first at their room and dropping their cloak, knapsack and weapons. Stripping the armor felt wonderful, it was a miracle Sam was still standing at this point considering all the travel that they had gone through for this last hunt. The elf pulled off their gloves and looked at their hands for a moment, they were tender to the touch. A nice hot bath was terribly in need. With that Sam grabbed a dark colored towel of some kind that they had draped over a wooden chair near their bed and walked out, down the hallway to an area outside.

This part of the area was known for its natural springs, and with it some kind of healing ability (most humans considered it to be a fairy tale) and Sam was eager to test it out. The elf peeled their clothes off, leaving little to the imagination as their feminine curves made themselves known to no one but themselves. Underneath all the bulky and baggy clothing was a gorgeous female body, their muscle soft against their lithe features, their breasts were modest in size but perky. The chill of the air making the elf's dark brown nipples stand at attention and the faint goosebumps that covered their brown skin all over for a moment. Sam grabbed their dirty clothes and moved to a spot down the springs where it was covered by natural rocks, careful not to slip along the smooth rock pathway.

It took a bit but Sam finally sank into the hot emerald waters of the spring, and the elf couldn't help but let out a little groan. The heat was soothing on their hands finally shaking off the cold from the magics. The smell of flowers and herbs tickled the elf's nose, it was pleasant and almost enough to make Sam homesick. They leaned back against the carved rock lip of the spring and felt themselves relax, their body felt so light and warm and an all too familiar heat pooled around the elf's core, sending a tingle of arousal between their legs to a sensitive little bud that was hidden by soft curls of black hair. Sam's clit was begging for some attention now that the job was done. Sam had time now at least to relax and enjoy themselves.

And there's where you come in dear reader! There is like a 1 week time skip when your character comes in. Does everything go smoothly? Maybe something completely different happens, your character is a bounty hunter posing as a Guild representative because the mastermind behind the necromancer wants the elf dead or alive. Or maybe the mastermind is the one to finally get their hands dirty and get rid of the elf, but first gain their trust... and romance and smut happens.
Or perhaps you're a random person in search of the elf's services for some reason.

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what am I looking for?

I'd like for someone to play the love interest/one night stand for my elf spellsword, Sam (their real name is a long one). I'm looking for a partner for Sam! I would prefer werewolves/anthros for this, but dhampirs and other fantasy races are fine too. I'm okay with your character looking human, so long as they have like a monster form too. Only wolves or lions though! I kind of blame Blaidd from Elden Ring honestly, him and his little cute face lol. I am flexible with other monsters though!! Like vampires or demons, dragonborn (like dnd). But I do love wolf characters.

I'm a fan of slow burn romances, or like the whole enemy to lovers kind of thing with a bit of angst sprinkled into it.

Character I am playing as

They are a wood elf hailing from a long forgotten tribe, only known attributes from folklore are the elves silvery hair and brown skin. Sam uses glamour magic to hide their silvery hair, opting to have it be black and down to their shoulders. They have one green eye with flecks of hazel, and their right eye seems to be a pale grey almost white color; a scar left behind from magical corruption. Normally Sam wears a pointed sorcerer's hat that covers the eyes because of how large the brim is and because they are short! They stand at around 5'2. Their clothing is a mixture of leather and metal, a cape of fur that sometimes turns into feathers (if rumors are to be believed), and leather boots that look like that of old fable magicians.

Sam is non-binary and I'm not going to waiver on it. For Wood Elves in this idea, they don't have a concept of gender. Sam is though born a woman, so while they acknowledge that it isn't something that defines them in that sense.

other important things

I only roleplay on reddit and multi-paragraphs are alright! We all have our good and bad days.

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. Please provide a description of your character. 3rd person only! I am open to having this on discord too, but reddit for right now is okay.

Likes

sloppy kisses, tongue kisses, ridiculous amounts of cum, getting knotted, beast, romance, smut, affection, holding hands, bites on the neck, light amounts of forcefulness, oral (giving and receiving), size difference, clothed sex, incubi, , vampires, anthro, werewolf, monster men, angst

Maybes: exhibition/risky places

Dislikes:

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