MxF Finder's Seeking High Fantasy, Medieval, Long-term Partners

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You are hunting for a partner! Listed below are what I offer and what I require, the necessary information in bold for easy skimming.
Any plot ideas I have will be added and edited in the post below for easy reading and sorting. Below that will be a writing sample!

***⟴⟴⟴ I am not here to scratch an itch. I'm here for stories. If intimate scenes only happen once every 50 pages, I am happy. I will not be listing my kinks and I will not read yours. I will write anything that works in context to the stories we write and the character involved in them. Lets create something beautiful together.

⟴ I prefer to ride under the mature content banner. I enjoy violence, intimacy, trauma, etc.

⟴ Casual to low advanced role playing is my general give. If you give shorter posts I will likely shrink mine to match. I give what I get. But one liners make my heart hurt.

⟴ Tropes I enjoy are the slow burn romance, rivals/enemies to lovers, and sunshine & grumpy.

⟴ No canon characters unless used as background characters. Original Characters only. On the same line, I will not write any characters premade by you as a partner.

⟴ I prefer medieval fantasy settings. I am horrible at space role plays and modern bores me.

⟴ As far as fandoms go, I enjoy Skyrim / Elder Scrolls, Throne of Glass, Three Dark Crowns, and Conan (though I'm not versed in the lore, I do play).

⟴ I don't enjoy writing with OP Mary Sues. Be realistic.

⟴ Please no anthros. Wings, maybe fangs, at most. There is a phobia involved.

I will almost always jump into an Elder Scrolls related rp. It is my bread and butter. I really enjoy the setting.

Be warned;
The wind has long died and my vessel of creativity is in idle waters. I am trying to get it moving again, but there is an uphill battle in finding the urge to take a step. That does not mean I will not greet potential partners and discuss ideas, or just idle chat about favoured books and television series. I love writing. It was once the way I kept my mind aloft and happy. Now, perhaps, I just need the right partner.

 

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Writing Sample​

These were not her lands.

Carefully maneuvering her foot, Cyneht stepped over a gnarled root and into the soft soil beyond. Peering around the thick, vine covered tree to which it belonged. A corpse lay there, burnt on most of its body, clothing still smoking.

Her lands were barren and struggling. Abandoned a millennia ago and left to rot. Nothing compared to these lands. So many trees, so much green. Animals traveled in herds and packs. Birds in flocks.
Not here, of course. Here, where the battle had broken out not long ago, the birds had fled and the animals were still as death in their dens and holes, hoping to go unnoticed.

But they were ignored. They were not the target.

Movement caught her eye to her right, and Cyneht raised her arms. Too big to be a deer. Her fingertips tingled as she summoned lightning magic, sweeping her arm and her power outward to shake the trees and brush. Nothing moved. Pursing her lips, the sorceress started in the general direction, her hands ready to cast. Her deep, wine-red hair was cut short and tightly braided against her scalp so not one hair escaped and got in her face.

This was why she was here. Far from where she was born, far from her home. The soil was too weak to grow anything that would provide shade. The enemy was rarely seen there. When Cyneht's skill with magic was discovered, she'd been recruited. Given little choice but to leave her home and fight.
Not that she was forced, but to stay there and accept that she would never have another chance- there was no choice.

Her sister had followed. Mostly because she and their parents firmly believed Cyneht would fail on her own. Not because of training, but because they knew Cyneht would focus so intently on her sorcery and magic that she'd forget to purchase food. Forget to wash her clothes. So her sister had come along to take care of her.
Then Karden had fallen in love. Married a baker's son. Had children.
While she had hesitated when they insisted she move in with them, Cyneht had fallen in love their two boys. And having a baker for a brother-in-law was really not so terrible.
Then their parents had followed, and it was .... almost nice. Almost home.

But Cyneht would always prefer the sunrises from the barren wastes.

More movement caught her eye, and again, she sent her lightning tendrils in a sweeping loop. A hare bolted to her left, but to her right;
Dark elf. Her nostril's flared, and she hurried after. A large one, by the looks of him. Some hulking brute used to pull apart homes or tear her kin apart limb by limb. Monsters, all of them. Savage little carnivores. Snakes of the shadows.
Lips curled, Cyneht moved around a tree in a steady jog, hand raised, her palm tingling with a powerful spell to paralyze. She'd catch him, make him look at her while she slowly killed him. She wanted to see the panic in his eyes.

She heard shouting; not in her own language. Their disgusting language. Cyneht adjusted her position and rushed after the sound, seeking to take down as many of her enemy as she could.
It hardly mattered their their numbers may be greater. One against two, four, seven. Her magic was great. Her fire burned strong. She could decimate them.

As she passed a tree in her chase, something to her left caught her eye; a shadow. The brute! As she turned her head, Cyneht raised her hand, ready to hurl her paralytic spell.
But as her arm was raised, Cyneht paused. It wasn't a hulking brute. It was two drow. One on his feet, the other draped across his shoulders, barely alive.
Sorlas. Cyneht gaped. The dying drow looked no older than her eldest nephew. Ashen and frightened. The one holding him looked just as afraid.
Her blue-green eyes took them in. At the moment, they were not two vicious monsters trying to hunt her. She was the monster hunting them. Her nephew, no, the boy-elf who reminded her so much of her nephew, needed help.

These were not her lands.

Cyneht lowered her arm and quickly jerked her head to the side, telling them to run.