Howdy! I'm on the hunt for a partner or two for a roleplay idea that has been floating around in my brain for quite a while. This roleplay is a historical fantasy, set in the Middle Ages. I would prefer to have a partner that is 18+ and is willing to play the male role. There are possibilities for romance as well as violence. I would like a partner that can match my post lengths (which vary depending on the current situation). One liners or a small single paragraph in response is a definite deal breaker. Sorry Dx Since I'm terrible at describing plots I've decided just to post the opening. PM for discussions or even a spontaneous reply to the post is welcomed! It was a brisk autumn night, similar to other nights in August. The leaves had started to change and were a brilliant bright red and had started to graciously fall to the ground in their annual ritual. Even though the night itself was tranquil, parts of the forest suffered the ravages of man as a young woman around the age of twenty sprinted through the trees. Her dress had been a beautiful ball gown a dark shade of red with hints of black. She had sewn it herself for a masquerade ball that she had been invited to, or more accurately lured into. Being a widow in this time was looked down upon not to mention the rumors that had begun to spread about her... abilities. These abilities that had been so generously caressed from her during the ball that now had her running for her own safety from the men that had been sworn to protect the residents of this town. One of her feet snagged a raised root in the ground, causing her to fall hard to her hands and knees. She could feel the pinpricks in her skin from the shock of the sudden fall as well as the blood welling up in a small gash on one of her knees. If her dress hadn't been ruined from the tears of bushes and briars catching her hem already, the fresh stain of blood on the fabric had done the trick. She cursed under her breath, very unlady like but at that moment she didn't care. According to the people of the town she wasn't lady like at all. She was a monster. She had just gotten to her feet when she heard the sounds of horse hooves gaining on her in the distance, the shouts of men as they called out for her as if she were nothing but game during a late night hunt. It took her a second to recover, her legs feeling weak from sprinting so far from the grand mansion in the country side although that precious second meant the difference between her escape and her capture. She looked up to see a horse jumping over a bush into the small space between the trees with her, a man's boot catching her in the chest and once again knocking her to the ground. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water as she tried to catch her breath. She had landed on her back, her body feeling heavy as she failed to roll over to get up from the ground. She had never been taught to defend herself, it had been something she just didn't have to worry about. "Well look at you." The man said as he slid down from his horse, leaves crunching under his polished shoes. His jacket was tight around his belly, he was well fed and had never had a worry in his life about famine or poverty. Lucky man. "You should have known better than to try to run from us, Haylen. You've only made it that much worse on yourself." Even his accent was posh in the girl's mind. She had finally regained her breath, trying to get to her feet in a hurry and tripping on her own gown. The man caught her by her ash grey hair that had been carefully styled into a tight bun with curls falling here and there. Her hair came loose, falling down her back slightly as he forced her head into the ground. His hips were firmly pressed against hers, his weight holding her down painfully. "That boy was our lordships' son, now forever scarred by your devil touch." The man snarled. Others had appeared from the trees to join them, their horses left only feet away. She knew this night would ultimately end with her death as she was sure they were ordered to do so; the events between were only things she could picture in her worst nightmares. It was seconds too late when she felt the cool touch of metal against her, cutting pieces of her dress away from her sun kissed skin. It was at that moment she panicked. There was a small popping sound in the air as her own hair raised on end. The sensation wasn't something that she could openly describe, the words escaping her as she felt a tingle under her skin. The air somehow thickened around them all and the horses began to nicker and neigh from panic. The popping sound grew louder and a ringing began to form in her eardrums. The three men that had gathered around her pushed their palms against their ears in an attempt to drown out the sound but it was futile. Their mouths were open in silent screams as Haylen brought herself up to her knees. A soft glow had formed under her skin, her forest green eyes appearing as glazed orbs in her head as the first spark of power licked across her skin. It looked as a small tendril of light escaping through her pores and was only followed by more, their lengths reaching away from her body until her power exploded. The sound was deafening as a large ball of light spread through the forest, the horses attempting to run away but not fast enough as their own screams were lost in the night. Her eye lids fluttered as the orb retreated back into her skin, a small breath escaping through her lips before she fell back onto the forest floor. The men had been reduced to mounds of charred skin and bone, the once beautiful shrubbery producing the smallest of flames and smoke as it had all been transformed into a burnt mess. Any animals that had been close to her, even the horses, had suffered the same fate as the men who had pursued her. It was something that she couldn't control... maybe she really was the monster.