- Posting Speed
- 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
((First off, dear Abracadabra, don't worry about it. :) I am just going back to classes during college and will no undoubtedly be very busy over the next 15 weeks because I'm in a professional development program that requires you go out and do at least 75 hours of classroom work outside of class, so I don't mind if you are a little inactive occasionally. :) And I'd agree that the next few posts will be come smaller, so don't worry about that either.))
Meilin stared at the reins that were offered to her. She may be a lower position than him but there were some things she just didn't do. She would have said something along the lines of "I'm sorry, your grace, but we guards aren't hostlers", if she wanted to once more be outside in the stables that night. Instead she quirked an eyebrow and simply didn't take the reins. Instead she got off her own horse and followed the princess so that the young woman would not be left unattended in the forest. As she moved with her horse she pulled off the outer jerkin she wore that held the king's emblem on it which showed her to be one of the royal guards from the castle and capital. Quickly, without letting the princess out of her sights, or in some of the more inappropriate points, the horses eyes, nor out of her hearing, Meilin pulled out a plain tunic that she pulled on without revealing an inch of skin--a little skill that she had learned when training with so many men. It was only a few moments before the young woman looked nothing like a guards woman but more of a lowly bodyguard for hire, though a well equipped one.
In the few moments that she had gotten done, she had started to think of other ways that the nobles stay in the stables could be made easier. While she was off her horse, she pulled the two blankets out of her pack and put them on top so she would remember to give them to the young man. She also pulled out a warm shirt like thing that she had been told was warm no matter where one was. It was a tad bit too large for her and thus had only brought it because she got cold easily. Putting that on top of the blankets, she looked for the princess and bowed, "Whenever your highness is ready," she said politely--far more polite than she had spoken to Elyaevin the whole day. She would give the blankets to the other noble before they left.
Meilin stared at the reins that were offered to her. She may be a lower position than him but there were some things she just didn't do. She would have said something along the lines of "I'm sorry, your grace, but we guards aren't hostlers", if she wanted to once more be outside in the stables that night. Instead she quirked an eyebrow and simply didn't take the reins. Instead she got off her own horse and followed the princess so that the young woman would not be left unattended in the forest. As she moved with her horse she pulled off the outer jerkin she wore that held the king's emblem on it which showed her to be one of the royal guards from the castle and capital. Quickly, without letting the princess out of her sights, or in some of the more inappropriate points, the horses eyes, nor out of her hearing, Meilin pulled out a plain tunic that she pulled on without revealing an inch of skin--a little skill that she had learned when training with so many men. It was only a few moments before the young woman looked nothing like a guards woman but more of a lowly bodyguard for hire, though a well equipped one.
In the few moments that she had gotten done, she had started to think of other ways that the nobles stay in the stables could be made easier. While she was off her horse, she pulled the two blankets out of her pack and put them on top so she would remember to give them to the young man. She also pulled out a warm shirt like thing that she had been told was warm no matter where one was. It was a tad bit too large for her and thus had only brought it because she got cold easily. Putting that on top of the blankets, she looked for the princess and bowed, "Whenever your highness is ready," she said politely--far more polite than she had spoken to Elyaevin the whole day. She would give the blankets to the other noble before they left.