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I've been writing for over ten years. I won't bore you with fluff, I'll just lay out who I am as a writer and what I'm looking for in a partner.
People often say quality over quantity, but I'm quite greedy, so why not both? I go for quantity and quality. I write 3-10 paragraphs per post depending on the scene. I go heavy on detail, I love character development, and definitely moving the plot forward. I will only write with people who have a similar writing style to myself, I don't intend to start countless stories. I am looking for one solid partner to write with and thats all, so if we don't seem to work well together it's a no go. I respect people that give me the same effort I give them, so if you're unable to write multiple paragraphs with heavy detail don't contact me. I don't want to put pressure on anyone to write out of their comfort zone, so if you're not experienced writing in this way we probably won't work out. Also, I will move the story forward but I won't carry it, it's our story once we start, not mine alone. So let's get creative.
I work full time in a very taxing job so I am only able to post 1-2 times a week. It's not frequent but I will be sure to make it worth the wait.
What is a story without indulging in some carnal desires? Sex is guaranteed in all the stories, even if it's a slow burn.
I write all 18+ themes, sex, drugs, violence, blood, ect... You've been warned.
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*ALSO, PLEASE SEND ME A WRITING SAMPLE. I HAVE GET TOO MANY RESPONSES FROM PEOPLE WHO WRITE ONE LINERS AND UNFORTUNATELY THAT IS NOT WHAT I'M LOOKING FOR.*
Okay! The moment you've been waiting for, the actual story idea. I have one specific idea in mind that is fantasy/action/adventure based. If it sounds like your type of story then message me and we can plot more together.
Inspired by The Witcher - We won't be fallowing the plot of The Witcher or anything super specific to that story, it is inspired by it's world/setting and a few details. Characters will be different and so will the main plot. Though, there will be similar themes like Elder blood. If you don't know the Witcher then no worries, I'm not a die hard fan, this was just inspired while I was watching the show. We won't be fallowing it's plot.
The world is a dark and dangerous place, filled with monsters and creatures that kill without hesitation. Towns are terrorized and travellers often go missing. Though life can be peaceful at times and people try not to live in fear, these creatures are always a presence in the world. A threat that can strike at any time. There is one creature that fights for mortals though, a creature that used to be mortal itself. The Huntsmen. A simple name for a clan of not-so simple creatures. Men that, as children, drank a concoction of elven blood and herbs that sent them down a painful path of becoming a Hunter. Tucked away in the mountains in an old keep, Huntsmen are created and trained to go out and be monster hunters for hire. Easily identified by their bright golden eyes, people both fear and respect the Hunters, though others have less favourable opinions of them. They aren't mortal anymore, and as such, there is a certain fear of them despite them hunting monsters. Despite those fears though, the Hunters continue to travel and fight. With heightened senses, mild magical abilities, and increased strength on top of their rigorous training... they are killing machines. One other obvious characteristic of them is, they are all Male.
Enrilth is the name of the Hunter keep. Over a dozen years ago, in the depths of winter, a Hunter returned with a child. A young girl. Despite how young she was, they could sense magic from the girl unlike that of elves and mages. Her powers were immense, despite her age. After long deliberation, the leaders of the Huntsmen decided to let her stay and train her like one of their own, thinking it would be safer to keep her with them. As a child they couldn't decide if she would become a threat or not, so her powers were sealed away. Her life would be far from simple. Raised among mutant boys, she never fit in. Constantly feeling the need to prove herself and struggling to keep up with the boys her age, she would fight. Tough love was a tame term used for how the children of the Huntsmen were raised, and she was no exception. She was never given the concoction to become a hunter, and many assumed it was because she was a female, but in reality it was because she already possessed such great power. There was no telling what the mix would do to her. That power was never revealed to her or the boys though, instead it was sealed away with fear of what it might become.
All the boys gave her a tough time, but one specifically went out of his way to egg her on. Taking every chance to insult her and pick a fight. The two never got along, they always seemed to be at each other's throats, challenging each other and throwing insults. Now, as young adults, they still don't get along. Though, it's grown into more of a rivalry. Despite their treatment of each other there is a certain level of respect they have for each other that they would never admit. Thanks to him, and her training, she has grown into a strong young woman. With thick skin, an attitude, and a quick tongue to go with it, she is no longer the easily stepped on little girl.
Despite being the same age, she has never been sent on a hunt. She has always been treated differently but as she grows into an adult, her frustrations grow as well. She is the first woman in the clan, but they refuse to title her as a Huntress. She feels like she is still being treated like a child despite all her training.
This is where our story begins.
Frustrated and fed up with the restrictions put on her, she finally disobeys. A group of hunters return from an unsuccessful hunt, claiming the creature they were tracking was impossible to find. She offers her help, her natural gift of sight, of clairvoyance, would make finding the creature simple. But again, her aid is rejected. So, she takes matters into her own hands. In the dead of the night, she leaves the keep for the first time, planning to prove herself and prove the Hunters wrong.
The base idea is, he is sent out after her to bring her back. They end up tracking and taking care of the creature together, but this is the catalyst that sets off a chain of events. It changes both their lives and also unleashes a new kind of chaos into the world. There is a lot more I want to add to this but I don't want to ramble and spoil anything. Message me if you're interested and we can plot. I have lots to say about this story!
**Also, please send a writing sample with your intro and we can get to know each other a bit as people/partners as well. I will attach my own writing sample below that is also an intro for this story.
Cheers
Welcome
I've been writing for over ten years. I won't bore you with fluff, I'll just lay out who I am as a writer and what I'm looking for in a partner.
People often say quality over quantity, but I'm quite greedy, so why not both? I go for quantity and quality. I write 3-10 paragraphs per post depending on the scene. I go heavy on detail, I love character development, and definitely moving the plot forward. I will only write with people who have a similar writing style to myself, I don't intend to start countless stories. I am looking for one solid partner to write with and thats all, so if we don't seem to work well together it's a no go. I respect people that give me the same effort I give them, so if you're unable to write multiple paragraphs with heavy detail don't contact me. I don't want to put pressure on anyone to write out of their comfort zone, so if you're not experienced writing in this way we probably won't work out. Also, I will move the story forward but I won't carry it, it's our story once we start, not mine alone. So let's get creative.
I work full time in a very taxing job so I am only able to post 1-2 times a week. It's not frequent but I will be sure to make it worth the wait.
What is a story without indulging in some carnal desires? Sex is guaranteed in all the stories, even if it's a slow burn.
I write all 18+ themes, sex, drugs, violence, blood, ect... You've been warned.
________________________
*ALSO, PLEASE SEND ME A WRITING SAMPLE. I HAVE GET TOO MANY RESPONSES FROM PEOPLE WHO WRITE ONE LINERS AND UNFORTUNATELY THAT IS NOT WHAT I'M LOOKING FOR.*
Okay! The moment you've been waiting for, the actual story idea. I have one specific idea in mind that is fantasy/action/adventure based. If it sounds like your type of story then message me and we can plot more together.
Inspired by The Witcher - We won't be fallowing the plot of The Witcher or anything super specific to that story, it is inspired by it's world/setting and a few details. Characters will be different and so will the main plot. Though, there will be similar themes like Elder blood. If you don't know the Witcher then no worries, I'm not a die hard fan, this was just inspired while I was watching the show. We won't be fallowing it's plot.
The world is a dark and dangerous place, filled with monsters and creatures that kill without hesitation. Towns are terrorized and travellers often go missing. Though life can be peaceful at times and people try not to live in fear, these creatures are always a presence in the world. A threat that can strike at any time. There is one creature that fights for mortals though, a creature that used to be mortal itself. The Huntsmen. A simple name for a clan of not-so simple creatures. Men that, as children, drank a concoction of elven blood and herbs that sent them down a painful path of becoming a Hunter. Tucked away in the mountains in an old keep, Huntsmen are created and trained to go out and be monster hunters for hire. Easily identified by their bright golden eyes, people both fear and respect the Hunters, though others have less favourable opinions of them. They aren't mortal anymore, and as such, there is a certain fear of them despite them hunting monsters. Despite those fears though, the Hunters continue to travel and fight. With heightened senses, mild magical abilities, and increased strength on top of their rigorous training... they are killing machines. One other obvious characteristic of them is, they are all Male.
Enrilth is the name of the Hunter keep. Over a dozen years ago, in the depths of winter, a Hunter returned with a child. A young girl. Despite how young she was, they could sense magic from the girl unlike that of elves and mages. Her powers were immense, despite her age. After long deliberation, the leaders of the Huntsmen decided to let her stay and train her like one of their own, thinking it would be safer to keep her with them. As a child they couldn't decide if she would become a threat or not, so her powers were sealed away. Her life would be far from simple. Raised among mutant boys, she never fit in. Constantly feeling the need to prove herself and struggling to keep up with the boys her age, she would fight. Tough love was a tame term used for how the children of the Huntsmen were raised, and she was no exception. She was never given the concoction to become a hunter, and many assumed it was because she was a female, but in reality it was because she already possessed such great power. There was no telling what the mix would do to her. That power was never revealed to her or the boys though, instead it was sealed away with fear of what it might become.
All the boys gave her a tough time, but one specifically went out of his way to egg her on. Taking every chance to insult her and pick a fight. The two never got along, they always seemed to be at each other's throats, challenging each other and throwing insults. Now, as young adults, they still don't get along. Though, it's grown into more of a rivalry. Despite their treatment of each other there is a certain level of respect they have for each other that they would never admit. Thanks to him, and her training, she has grown into a strong young woman. With thick skin, an attitude, and a quick tongue to go with it, she is no longer the easily stepped on little girl.
Despite being the same age, she has never been sent on a hunt. She has always been treated differently but as she grows into an adult, her frustrations grow as well. She is the first woman in the clan, but they refuse to title her as a Huntress. She feels like she is still being treated like a child despite all her training.
This is where our story begins.
Frustrated and fed up with the restrictions put on her, she finally disobeys. A group of hunters return from an unsuccessful hunt, claiming the creature they were tracking was impossible to find. She offers her help, her natural gift of sight, of clairvoyance, would make finding the creature simple. But again, her aid is rejected. So, she takes matters into her own hands. In the dead of the night, she leaves the keep for the first time, planning to prove herself and prove the Hunters wrong.
The base idea is, he is sent out after her to bring her back. They end up tracking and taking care of the creature together, but this is the catalyst that sets off a chain of events. It changes both their lives and also unleashes a new kind of chaos into the world. There is a lot more I want to add to this but I don't want to ramble and spoil anything. Message me if you're interested and we can plot. I have lots to say about this story!
**Also, please send a writing sample with your intro and we can get to know each other a bit as people/partners as well. I will attach my own writing sample below that is also an intro for this story.
To the North of the Great Kingdoms, deep in the mountains, tucked away among the snow covered slopes, stood a large keep. Hidden in the shadows of the grand summits that surrounded it, stood Enrilth. The place where the infamous clan of Huntsmen was born and still stood strong. It was their home and training grounds. Surrounded by tall stone walls and barred wooden gates, the keep stood as an intimidating figure to any who might dare venture close. Enrilth saw few visitors though, over a days hard journey into the mountains on treacherous roads, threatened not only by the weather but wolves and creatures that dwelled within the protective hills. It was a dangerous path for those unprepared for its challenges. People rarely sought out Huntsmen though, many Huntsmen wandered the land working for coin, only returning to the keep every couple months or years, while others lived in the keep to train new Huntsmen and keep the Clan strong. Those that stayed at the keep also left for hunts of course, descending the mountains to the nearby towns to look for work and keep the monsters at bay. Huntsmen wern't easy to come across, but they always seemed to pop up wherever disaster struck, fallowing the promise of a hunt and some gold.
The sun was high in the cloud speckled sky, warming the land below. The stone keep and its grounds were covered in a layer of snow, a layer that had been dwindling for the last couple of weeks. Winter was coming to an end, but the mountains never truly surrendered all their snow. Even then, a slight dusting of snowflakes were drifting down from the scattered clouds above. A large stone wall and wooden gate blocked the front of the keep, while the keep itself backed into the mountain, carved into it in places. There was no way in or out other than through the main gate, and the mountain offered them protection from the rear. The entire structure was built of stone, the most readily available resource they had really. The keep had been built hundreds of years ago, and despite the many harsh winters, some failed attacks, and worn in stone, it still stood strong.
"Surrender before you embarrass yourself."
Among the gentle sound of the wind, other noises could be heard. Shouts echoed from the courtyard of the keep, along with the clashing of steel. A handful of about six men stood in a messy semi-circle, the subjects of their attention standing before them. "You're the one who sound be surrendering". Two men stood before them, one with blackened hair and ivory skin, vivid gold eyes focused on his opponent. Across from him stood Emeric, the warm colour of his skin contrasting against the cold surroundings. His dark hair was pushed back, slightly tousled. A grin was pulled across his lips, a dimple creasing his left cheek as he watched the man across from him with matching golden eyes. They both had their swords drawn, though no armour was worn. Sparring was a regular pass time within Enrilth, and the goal was to disarm your opponent or force them to surrender. Emeric often found himself being challenged to a spar, he was a challenging opponent so many wanted to test their skills against him. "Well? Come make me" He challenged, holding his longsword at the ready, hilt grasped in both hands. The steel weapon felt light in his hands, an extension of his arms despite how heavy it truly was. He watched as his taunt hit its mark, sending the younger hunter, Bennett, forward, lunging at him. Emeric easily countered, swiping the man's sword to the side as he shifted his stance to step past him, sending his opponent stumbling past him. Emeric turned to face him before Bennett had a chance to recover. He didn't attack though, didn't take the win as the other man's back was turned, instead he waited for him to regain his footing. "Don't have your back to an enemy, if you're countered focus on recovering and getting them back in your sight." He advised as he other man began to turn around. "We're not in training, we're supposed to be sparring. You're supposed to be trying to win?" The other man complained as he got back into his stance, sword pointed towards Emeric.
"Right, my bad." He answered, smile always present on his lips. "I'll try" He promised with a grin as the shorter man came at him once more. This time Emeric stepped into it, quickly adjusting his grip to hold the sword vertically. Their swords clashed together and Emeric pushed forward, deflecting the attack and forcing the other man's blade backwards. He parried quickly, knocking the other man off balance before delivering a blow. He struck Bennett's blade, sending it flying from the other's hands. It tumbled across the snow covered ground as Emeric brought his blade to the man's chest. The small audience they had gained had mixed reactions, some cheering while others grumbled and handed their coins over to their happier counterparts. "Damn it, how many does this make it?" "We're zero to ten" Emeric answered as he drew back his sword, returning it to the sheath on his hip. "Do you ever lose?" Bennett continued to complain as he moved to pick his sword up from the ground. "Oh yeah he does" One of the men watching answered. "Knocked em' right on his ass." Emeric rolled his eyes as he looked to the red headed man. He was shorter, stalkier, but carried obvious strength. "Shut it Lambert" It was Emeric's turn to complain as the other man went on. "Not once but twice, eh?" "Who knocked him on his ass?" Bennett questioned as he sheathed his own sword. "Our very own Princess" "__(YC)__ did?" "She isn't a princess" Emeric chimed in as if it did anything for his case. "A woman, not even half yer' size, disarming you and knocking ya' over like nothing. It was like watchin' the mountain itself tumbling over" It was only twice out of countless sparring matches they had had, but she did manage to get the upper hand on him a number of times, and when he fought her... he actually had to try. "You try fighting her then if you think it's that easy." He challenged, but Lambert was quick to lift his hands in surrender. "I'm not gonna fight a woman." "Because you're too scared to" His last challenging words were met with silence, his gaze steady as he watched Lambert's face begin to go red. Was it from embarrassment or anger? Probably both.
"Enough, come one. It's freezing" Bennett chimed in, obviously able to see the tension growing between the two men. "Let's go eat, Gage and Hans might be back soon too." He attempted to change the subject as Lambert glared at Emeric. Lambert was a hot head, quick to anger and easy to insult, and Emeric loved to piss people off. The group slowly began to disperse, and a tap on Emeric's shoulder finally pulled him from the death stare he had going with Lambert. He shot a half smirk at the other man that was met with a sneer, watching as the red head turned away, stalking towards the doors that lead into the main hall. Emeric trailed after along with the rest of the group.
Lambert shoved his way through the doors, causing them to bang against the stone walls as he continued on his path towards the large cauldron that stood in the center of the main hall. Under it burned a mild fire, just enough to keep the stew warm. The rest of the group fallowed in, Bennet pulling the heavy doors closed behind them. A few other hunters sat among the long wooden tables that lined the space, already eating. The keep had a large main hall used as a dining space and for gatherings, there was also a library, alchemy lab, armoury, and training room. The rest of the keep was filled with living spaces and storage. Only about a fifty Hunters lived at the keep, another hundred or so were scattered across the land. Many wished to leave the keep and have freedom once they were old enough, others chose to stay. Whether they stayed or went though, Enrilth would always be their home, and they would always be welcomed back as brothers. Lambert was quick to snatch a bowl from the table nearest to the cauldron, using the metal ladle to fill it before storming off to one of the tables closer to the wall. Emeric resisted the urge to roll his eyes and he and the rest of the men also got bowls and filled them, deciding to give the red head space and sit together at a different table. The strew was warm, chasing away the chill the had begun to seep into his muscles.
Gage and Hans had been sent on a hunt five days ago, they were expected back any time now... in fact, they were late. If they didn't return by night fall then a search party would be sent out tomorrow to either find them alive, or collect their bodies. There was no panic though, hunts often went longer than expected, and death was not untrodden ground for the Huntsmen. Though they did like to collect their bodies and send them off with honour if it was possible.
The sun was high in the cloud speckled sky, warming the land below. The stone keep and its grounds were covered in a layer of snow, a layer that had been dwindling for the last couple of weeks. Winter was coming to an end, but the mountains never truly surrendered all their snow. Even then, a slight dusting of snowflakes were drifting down from the scattered clouds above. A large stone wall and wooden gate blocked the front of the keep, while the keep itself backed into the mountain, carved into it in places. There was no way in or out other than through the main gate, and the mountain offered them protection from the rear. The entire structure was built of stone, the most readily available resource they had really. The keep had been built hundreds of years ago, and despite the many harsh winters, some failed attacks, and worn in stone, it still stood strong.
"Surrender before you embarrass yourself."
Among the gentle sound of the wind, other noises could be heard. Shouts echoed from the courtyard of the keep, along with the clashing of steel. A handful of about six men stood in a messy semi-circle, the subjects of their attention standing before them. "You're the one who sound be surrendering". Two men stood before them, one with blackened hair and ivory skin, vivid gold eyes focused on his opponent. Across from him stood Emeric, the warm colour of his skin contrasting against the cold surroundings. His dark hair was pushed back, slightly tousled. A grin was pulled across his lips, a dimple creasing his left cheek as he watched the man across from him with matching golden eyes. They both had their swords drawn, though no armour was worn. Sparring was a regular pass time within Enrilth, and the goal was to disarm your opponent or force them to surrender. Emeric often found himself being challenged to a spar, he was a challenging opponent so many wanted to test their skills against him. "Well? Come make me" He challenged, holding his longsword at the ready, hilt grasped in both hands. The steel weapon felt light in his hands, an extension of his arms despite how heavy it truly was. He watched as his taunt hit its mark, sending the younger hunter, Bennett, forward, lunging at him. Emeric easily countered, swiping the man's sword to the side as he shifted his stance to step past him, sending his opponent stumbling past him. Emeric turned to face him before Bennett had a chance to recover. He didn't attack though, didn't take the win as the other man's back was turned, instead he waited for him to regain his footing. "Don't have your back to an enemy, if you're countered focus on recovering and getting them back in your sight." He advised as he other man began to turn around. "We're not in training, we're supposed to be sparring. You're supposed to be trying to win?" The other man complained as he got back into his stance, sword pointed towards Emeric.
"Right, my bad." He answered, smile always present on his lips. "I'll try" He promised with a grin as the shorter man came at him once more. This time Emeric stepped into it, quickly adjusting his grip to hold the sword vertically. Their swords clashed together and Emeric pushed forward, deflecting the attack and forcing the other man's blade backwards. He parried quickly, knocking the other man off balance before delivering a blow. He struck Bennett's blade, sending it flying from the other's hands. It tumbled across the snow covered ground as Emeric brought his blade to the man's chest. The small audience they had gained had mixed reactions, some cheering while others grumbled and handed their coins over to their happier counterparts. "Damn it, how many does this make it?" "We're zero to ten" Emeric answered as he drew back his sword, returning it to the sheath on his hip. "Do you ever lose?" Bennett continued to complain as he moved to pick his sword up from the ground. "Oh yeah he does" One of the men watching answered. "Knocked em' right on his ass." Emeric rolled his eyes as he looked to the red headed man. He was shorter, stalkier, but carried obvious strength. "Shut it Lambert" It was Emeric's turn to complain as the other man went on. "Not once but twice, eh?" "Who knocked him on his ass?" Bennett questioned as he sheathed his own sword. "Our very own Princess" "__(YC)__ did?" "She isn't a princess" Emeric chimed in as if it did anything for his case. "A woman, not even half yer' size, disarming you and knocking ya' over like nothing. It was like watchin' the mountain itself tumbling over" It was only twice out of countless sparring matches they had had, but she did manage to get the upper hand on him a number of times, and when he fought her... he actually had to try. "You try fighting her then if you think it's that easy." He challenged, but Lambert was quick to lift his hands in surrender. "I'm not gonna fight a woman." "Because you're too scared to" His last challenging words were met with silence, his gaze steady as he watched Lambert's face begin to go red. Was it from embarrassment or anger? Probably both.
"Enough, come one. It's freezing" Bennett chimed in, obviously able to see the tension growing between the two men. "Let's go eat, Gage and Hans might be back soon too." He attempted to change the subject as Lambert glared at Emeric. Lambert was a hot head, quick to anger and easy to insult, and Emeric loved to piss people off. The group slowly began to disperse, and a tap on Emeric's shoulder finally pulled him from the death stare he had going with Lambert. He shot a half smirk at the other man that was met with a sneer, watching as the red head turned away, stalking towards the doors that lead into the main hall. Emeric trailed after along with the rest of the group.
Lambert shoved his way through the doors, causing them to bang against the stone walls as he continued on his path towards the large cauldron that stood in the center of the main hall. Under it burned a mild fire, just enough to keep the stew warm. The rest of the group fallowed in, Bennet pulling the heavy doors closed behind them. A few other hunters sat among the long wooden tables that lined the space, already eating. The keep had a large main hall used as a dining space and for gatherings, there was also a library, alchemy lab, armoury, and training room. The rest of the keep was filled with living spaces and storage. Only about a fifty Hunters lived at the keep, another hundred or so were scattered across the land. Many wished to leave the keep and have freedom once they were old enough, others chose to stay. Whether they stayed or went though, Enrilth would always be their home, and they would always be welcomed back as brothers. Lambert was quick to snatch a bowl from the table nearest to the cauldron, using the metal ladle to fill it before storming off to one of the tables closer to the wall. Emeric resisted the urge to roll his eyes and he and the rest of the men also got bowls and filled them, deciding to give the red head space and sit together at a different table. The strew was warm, chasing away the chill the had begun to seep into his muscles.
Gage and Hans had been sent on a hunt five days ago, they were expected back any time now... in fact, they were late. If they didn't return by night fall then a search party would be sent out tomorrow to either find them alive, or collect their bodies. There was no panic though, hunts often went longer than expected, and death was not untrodden ground for the Huntsmen. Though they did like to collect their bodies and send them off with honour if it was possible.
Cheers