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A cloaked figure watched the glow of the sparks as metal was hit with a hammer, ringing out as it was being skillfully molded by the large wolf looking man. He was too absorbed in his work to see the petite cloaked figure, but it didn't mean he couldn't smell them. The smell of pine and jasmine filled the blacksmith's nose for a moment, stopping him in his tracks as he looked up. A customer, early in the morning. His eyes pierced right through the person standing in the doorway of the large barn like doors.

"Good morning..." the figure said, walking up carefully to the black smith as he still held on to his hammer. Dressed in a cloak that looked like it had seen travel, with silver embroidery, a large brim hat tilted to the side and leather armor with fur. The blacksmith breathed in a bit and relaxed, noticed something like a green fabric held close to their chest.

" 'Mornin', Witch," the blacksmith's voice wasn't what the petite figure expected.

"What a keen nose you have," this witch started to laugh, removing their brim hat, and setting it on the counter and letting their wavy locks of black hair fall down to their shoulders. "I'm sure the hat gave it away though."

"Magic has a smell," the blacksmith grinned, setting his hammer down and wiping his hands on his leather apron.

"Ah, I don't want to interrupt your work," the witch began, stopping when the wolfman shook his head.

"Don't worry about it..." the wolfman stared at the petite figure, slightly boyish but almost feminine, the voice blended into one. Elf ears sticking out of their hair. Whoever they were, they were small compared to him.

"You can call me Sam," they said, unwrapping something at the counter, it was covered in a dark green piece of fabric. "My sword broke, and I was told that you're the only man out here that can fix it." One green eye and one greyish eye stared at him for a moment, before looking back at the shattered blade, the only thing intact was the hilt.

The blacksmith wondered about the grey eye, not many folks had something of that nature unless old age, or a blindness of some kind. But they smelled of magic, perhaps it was magic related? He hadn't had a mage or witch wander his place in what felt like ages. Spellswords were a rare sight indeed.

"Aye, magical items are a bit of a specialty, and a rarity."

"I'll pay you handsomely," there was a playful smile tugging on Sam's lips. It made the wolfman blush a bit, he knew that the elf was joking, all he did was laugh.

"I can have it done in about 3 days time. Poor thing has taken a beating..."

Sam's hand was tenderly touching one of the shattered piece of the blade, the faint elvish inscription etched into it brought back an old memory. The blacksmith couldn't help but walk over and gently reach out for a piece, it had been a long time since he had seen anything like this. His large hand skimmed the top of Sam's hand and he jerked away, apologizing, but Sam was lost in thought. Closer now the blacksmith could see the soft lips of their mouth, the little blush staining their brown skin, and the scent of pine and jasmine. He breathed in deep and sighed, standing so close to Sam was intoxicating for the smell alone. No wonder wood elves were sometimes called 'tempters' in wolf tongue. His eyes wandered down, the petite figure hidden under the cloak, dressed in a mixture of leather and fur armor, with dark pants and a white V neck shirt, Sam was wearing bandages to bind their breasts.

"Would you mind if I watched the process?" Sam finally spoke up, breaking the spell that their body had on the wolfman.

"Actually you can help me for the first one. We're going to have to find some crystals, it'll be easier with an extra set of good eyes. Meet me back here before sunrise."

"Sure!"

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 or anthros. I kind of blame Blaidd from Elden Ring honestly, him and his little cute face lol.

I'm a fan of slow burn romances.

Character I am playing as

Sam is the short form of their Elven name. 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 fur, 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. They've got perky B-cup breasts with cute dark sensitive nipples, a cute perky butt, and a toned waist with hips as wise as their shoulders. They have a couple of scars here and there.

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. Maybe discord.

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, anthro, werewolf, monster men, angst

Maybes: exhibition/risky places

Dislikes:

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