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- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- One post per week
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Futanari
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, romance, yaoi/yuri, vampires (non-twilight vampires preferred) though right now I'm VERY interested in finding a romance fantasy
The night went quickly for Meilin after that encounter. She washed the shirt, went back tot he room, almost tripped a few of her own traps before getting into bed and falling into a light sleep. Her dreams were plagued with whippings and torture for her outbursts, a grinning Elyaevin standing off to one side, saying something along the lines of her sort had better learn respect. Despite the late hour at which she went to bed, her training awoke her just before dawn. She got into new clothes as quietly as she could, not wishing to awaken the princess who undoubtedly wanted to sleep in a tad bit longer. Slipping out of her room with her sword, bow and a quiver of arrows, she moved into the inn's courtyard, thought out of the way should anyone need to get to anywhere important.
As she did a sword dance--a mix of different battle techniques that she had always liked to do for it made her think that she was actually getting to dance instead of fight--she thought over the conversation the night before. Meilin had been stupid to go see the horses. She had spoken so casually to the duke-scion about wounds and then of other things. Grunting as she tripped and fell on her knee again, she was reminded of the scrap. Determined not to let the evening before mean anything but one of the worst possible situations one could get into with a noble, she got up and put her sword away.
She took out her bow and strung with before notching an arrow, sighted, and released. The arrow swam through the air before making a thunk against the wooden target she had placed 40 feet away. She released three ore arrows after the first, each of them landing next to another until she had formed a square with them. Taking a fifth arrow she released and watched as it went straight in the middle of the cluster. Meilin silently cheered for herself since she knew the likelihood of anyone seeing her triumph was small. It was even a smaller chance that anyone would understand how hard it had been to learn to do that. It was one thing to shoot the bulls eye--it was another thing completely to form a small box with arrows and then get the last arrow through the center.
As she did a sword dance--a mix of different battle techniques that she had always liked to do for it made her think that she was actually getting to dance instead of fight--she thought over the conversation the night before. Meilin had been stupid to go see the horses. She had spoken so casually to the duke-scion about wounds and then of other things. Grunting as she tripped and fell on her knee again, she was reminded of the scrap. Determined not to let the evening before mean anything but one of the worst possible situations one could get into with a noble, she got up and put her sword away.
She took out her bow and strung with before notching an arrow, sighted, and released. The arrow swam through the air before making a thunk against the wooden target she had placed 40 feet away. She released three ore arrows after the first, each of them landing next to another until she had formed a square with them. Taking a fifth arrow she released and watched as it went straight in the middle of the cluster. Meilin silently cheered for herself since she knew the likelihood of anyone seeing her triumph was small. It was even a smaller chance that anyone would understand how hard it had been to learn to do that. It was one thing to shoot the bulls eye--it was another thing completely to form a small box with arrows and then get the last arrow through the center.