Multiple Settings Looking for a Partner! - FxF, FxM, FxNB - Fantasy, Modern, Medieval, etc

[DirtyBirdyAK]

Hello!~
First, a little about me.
I go by Birdy and I'm 27 with she/her pronouns. I'm military and I spend a lot of time outdoors.
My hobbies range from multi-day backpacking to perma-culture gardening, and of course writing.
It's been a long time since I've gotten to RP with anyone consistently and I've been dying.
Feel free to take a peek, and shoot me a message if you have any ideas or questions!

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  Age Restrictions:
  I will not write with anyone under 18 for the safety of all involved. My preferred themes are often mature. Viewer discretion is advised.
  Posting Frequency:
  I work full time and travel pretty frequently, which can complicate my posting schedule, but as long as the creative juices are flowing I can post at least a couple times a week.
  Literacy:
  I catagorize myself as semi-lit. Posts range anywhere from two to ten paragraphs depending on what I've been given. I generally adjust to match my partner. I enjoy writing my characters experiences and internal dealings.
  Gender Preferences:
  I almost exclusively write females, and I am open to any pairing.
  OoC:
  Out of character chatting makes the world go round. Discord is the preferred mode of OoC, and you're more likely to get a quick reply from me there. I'm looking for someone to gush with about our characters, to plot and world build and so on.
  
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  Genres
  Fantasy
  Sci-Fi
  Modern w/ or w/o Fantasy Elements
  Mythological/God Shenanigans
  Historical or Medieval
  Romance/Angst
  Post-Apocalyptic
  Mob/Gang Life
  Enemies to Lovers
  Fandoms and Inspiration
  J.R.R. Tolkien
  Horizon Zero Dawn
  Mass Effect
  Plague Tales
  Dragon Age
  The Locked Tomb (Gideon the Ninth)
  The Sandman
  American Gods
  The Grave of Empires (Seven Blades in Black)
  The Priory of the Orange Tree
  The Witcher
  Peaky Blinders
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  Here's a small blurb, but you can find more here.
  
  THE RANGER
  
  Air never stopped moving, the only element lacking a resting state. The marksman closed her only good eye and inhaled, feeling the push and pull of the world through the air drawn into her lungs. On her clouded exhale her eye opened in time with the steady draw of her bow, her arm drawing back against the heavy tension with which the wood was strung. Starting high, she settled, her body easing into a natural stance while her eye tracked her target. Her chest was empty now - her body a framework for the weapon in her hands. The muscles of her back and shoulders began to protest, but she gave no outward sign of the discomfort.
  
  She waited. She didn’t breathe as she followed the creature, the sounds of birds carrying on overhead as it shuffled through the undergrowth. Her sights were so natural that when the moment came, she barely recognized it. Her fingers released the bowstring with a snap, the arrow there one moment then simply not. A short scream leapt into the air before all was quiet once more. The hunter stood still, pausing before allowing herself to draw breath again, the chill morning air biting at her face. Content her target had been felled, she let the massive bow hang in a loose grip at her side as she moved on between the trees.
  
  The creature she had ended lay on its side, roughly a meter in length, an arrow shaft standing straight from the soft flesh where foreleg met body. It was female, larger than its male counterparts; it’d pay better too. The thing stank of moldering earth, peat moss, and heavy animal musk but she didn’t balk. Instead she retrieved her arrow with a smooth and familiar movement, wiping the heart’s blood from the head and inspecting it before returning it to her quiver. “You’ll do just fine,” she hushed as she bent to take the thing by its forelegs, hoisting it onto her shoulder.
  
  A dun colored gelding awaited her over a rise, contentedly grazing on what little live grass remained beneath fallen leaves despite the burden of the dozen or so carcasses already tied to the saddle. The last joined its brethren and the hunter threw a sheet of waxed canvas to cover them, though a haphazard cloven foot or bill could be seen beneath its edge.
  
  -
  
  She’d been gone since before dawn, leaving the city woman sleeping beneath her furs while she’d set off to earn a little pocket change. Alitheia hadn’t gone far from she and her companion’s camp; she hadn’t had to. They were only a half day’s travel from Horizon City, making it the best opportunity to cash in on a few pest bounties.
  
  Leading her horse down a narrow trail, the sounds of quiet cursing and the strike of a flint drifted down to her. The marksman paused, tilting her head. “- gods damn it all to the seven hells!” The woman sighed, shaking her head.
  
  “Come, Ludo. We’ve a city dweller to save from the cold.”
  
  As she came up over the crest of the hill into the small clearing she found exactly what she’d expected; the young woman huddled around the remnants of the small fire Alitheia had lit the night prior. “I’d offer my assistance, but I suggest we find the road soon.” As she spoke her gaze followed the horizon, the sun climbing in the chill autumn sky. With a tilt of her head to the black Gwathreni steed, a horse more expensive than all the coin Alitheia had seen outside the walls of Romana, she added, “Your horse will warm you well enough.”
  
  Leaving her own horse to amble behind her, she turned to set about her things, reattaching them to what little space poor Ludo had left, though he seemed largely unphased. Catching the expression on the human’s face, her nose wrinkled at the mass of bodies beneath the canvas, Alitheia hummed.
  
  “They’re called griglings. They destroy farmland and forests alike, and the Horizon City guard will pay good enough coin to buy new fletching,” she explained evenly, fingers brushing the feathers of the arrows hanging at her left hip. Usually she made her own, but such work was best saved for higher quality arrows.
  
  With her longbow strung across her back, a short blade at her right hip and her quiver at her left, the fae woman looked every inch the ranger she was becoming. She’d been hired, on a whim it seemed, to escort the woman, Kara, to Horizon City. She hadn’t needed a reason. The coin offered was more than enough to provide the wealthy brunette some inkling of security. Alitheia hadn’t pried, but she’d been seeking to leave Alexandria quickly, and it didn’t seem like it was about reaching the southward city. The hunter had sensed her urgency - the need to escape - but she’d said nothing on the matter.
  
  “If we leave now, we’ll have be within city walls well before sundown.”
  
  Her charge scrambled to secure her camp and mount her horse. Alitheia took some small satisfaction in Kara’s discomfort, turning to lead her mount. Though she held his reins the dun didn’t need her guidance. He followed close to her shoulder, nose reaching to brush her cloak occasionally. The fingers of her left hand hooked over the bowstring that crossed her chest, the position both a readied stance and a familiar comfort. The bow at her back felt warm though it was no trick of her mind.
  
  The hunter walked ahead, her steed and her charge behind, the other woman’s horse several hands taller. When Kara had arrived at their agreed upon meeting point, a spot off the road just outside Alexandria’s southern gate, Alitheia had let out a breath of relief. The world held a great many options for bestial travel ranging from great birds to wild cats and smaller antlered creatures and everything in between, the first of which Alie was largely uncomfortable with. Though the steed was unusual in its pedigree, at least she would be joining the marksman on a horse, not some unreadable empty-eyed fowl.
  
  The days they’d spent on the road together had been largely uneventful both women seemingly content with long stretches of silence. Kara took direction well enough, leaving Alitheia quietly thankful for a contract willing to submit to her experience. Their relatively short journey was drawing to a close, wisps of smoke from the city streaking the cold horizon. The trees were thinning to give way to swathes of farmland, the road they were on joining the wider highway.
  
  She glanced over her shoulder, studying Kara from the corner of one storm-grey eye. She looked tired and though Alitheia’s judgement of human aging was lacking she thought Kara to be young and thus, was perhaps worn beyond her age. It wasn’t in weathered lines or anything so superficial, but more so in the darkness of her eyes and the line of her shoulders that she gained some sense of erosion. Looking ahead once more, she slowed her pace slightly, allowing the Gwathreni stallion to close distance.
  
  “I never asked; what lies in the city of roads for you? Headed somewhere else?”
  

 

[DirtyBirdyAK]

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I do not have the mental or emotional
capacity to deal with his loss.
But sometimes, I sit in a chair late
at night and quietly feel very bad.

When the night is at its most
quiet, I can hear death.

I am very proud of my sadness
because it means I am more alive.

- World of Tomorrow, Don Hertzfeld

 

[DirtyBirdyAK]

Bump!

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Humbling women seems to me a chief pastime of poets.
As if there can be no story unless we crawl and weep.

- Circe, Madeline Miller

 

[DirtyBirdyAK]

Bump!

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"Killing doesn’t come easy to most people,” Orka said. “Even if they tell you
it does. Oh, the ones that brag about it, like Guðvarr, they can kill easy enough,
if someone is holding their enemy down for them. But in a fight…” She
shrugged. “When it comes to it, most people care more about staying alive. They
hesitate.”

“And you don’t?” Mord asked.

“Killing’s always come easy to me,” Orka said. She sniffed. “Not something
I’m proud of, but there it is. And I don’t hesitate."

- The Shadow of the Gods, John Gwynne