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Would anyone be interested if I made a Fantasy type rp discord? We could build up a neat little world together as we go! That way it could have a little something everyone likes, and maybe we can create a fun story out of it! Please let me know what you think!

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He lost  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“Ahh, here’s my playlist. This is sure to pick my spirits up at the very least!”

Pharell Williams - Happy

Clean Bandit - Rather Be ft. Jess Glynne

Rhythm of the Night - DeBarge

September - Earth, Wind & Fire

Frank Sinatra - Come Fly With Me

The Smashing Pumpkins - Tonight, Tonight

U2 - Beautiful Day

The Beach Boys - Kokomo

This was a perfect opportunity for her to get a little dance practice in. It’s been so hard sneaking off during the day, the Shepherds were everywhere and she seems to always be spotted on accident. 

Just outside the camp she was able to find a nice little opening. She set her sword down just far enough to not be in the way of her steps, but close enough that she would be able to defend herself if someone were to try to sneak up on her. She learned that lesson the hard way…

The moon rose high by the time she was satisfied with her improvement on her new dance. But she heard a soft rustle near the bushes and knew it wasn’t an animal. She kept her calm and continued her movement as if she were still practicing. She spun, and in her movement snatched up her blade. 

In a sudden rush, she heard a fast whoosh and a whistle as an arrow whizzed by her body. Olivia might’ve made a move, but before she could, she heard a low gurgle from behind, and the sound of breaking branches and twigs.

Behind her, a risen fell to the ground, its body dissolving into the air now that it had been slain.

Rising from the bushes infront of her, a humanoid figure walked forward. The stranger wore clothes made with fur, the clothes snagging leaves and twigs in the forest. The figure carried a fairly large bow, probably too big for Olivia to be able to pull the string on, but that would explain the stranger’s rippling muslces on her exposed arms. Even the parts Olivis couldn’t see, she had to assume they were full of muscle.

The figure had their head wrappped in cloth, trying to hid their face. Finally, the figure spoke.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you.”

And just like that, the voice threw everything off. It was clearly a woman trying to make her voice sound lower than it actually was, and this woman couldn’t hid her accent either.

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Inigo set the pelt down where it wouldn’t be disturbed and began to clean himself up. “I also can’t say I’m a big fan of blood,” he began. “Though the bigger problem is that most of the beautiful ladies I come across are less than fond of it.”

He much more preferred to look like a protector over looking so intimidating. Or maybe it was the dancer blood that flowed through his veins. Who knew?

Marshall blinked. That was all there was to it. He was hoping for some big connection or something emotional, but….. it was just a little hunting trip. He was now conflicted for a different reason.

——

He found his future wife later, once again, getting ready for bed when he walked in.

Marshall leaned down and kissed her forehead gently.

“Look at us. Worrying over our kid.” He said, nuzzling her softly with his own head. “We’re practically married already, ain’t we?” He smiled. He could just sit here with her all night, all day, and for weeks, and be content.

Tomorrow would be a new day…. one where he could teach his son something new.

“Well,” he said, getting ready for bed. “Let’s see how much he learns over the next couple of days.” He said, taking off his boots. “His hands are rough enough to have handled a sword, but I can tell he ain’t been dealing in my kind of craft. He doesn’t have the callouses.”

She was relieved to see him stop stressing. There was no doubt in her heart that they would be able to connect at some point.

Inigo set the pelt down where it wouldn’t be disturbed and began to clean himself up. “I also can’t say I’m a big fan of blood,” he began. “Though the bigger problem is that most of the beautiful ladies I come across are less than fond of it.”

He much more preferred to look like a protector over looking so intimidating. Or maybe it was the dancer blood that flowed through his veins. Who knew?

Marshall blinked. That was all there was to it. He was hoping for some big connection or something emotional, but….. it was just a little hunting trip. He was now conflicted for a different reason.

——

He found his future wife later, once again, getting ready for bed when he walked in.

Inigo set the pelt down where it wouldn’t be disturbed and began to clean himself up. “I also can’t say I’m a big fan of blood,” he began. “Though the bigger problem is that most of the beautiful ladies I come across are less than fond of it.”

He much more preferred to look like a protector over looking so intimidating. Or maybe it was the dancer blood that flowed through his veins. Who knew?

Marshall blinked. That was all there was to it. He was hoping for some big connection or something emotional, but….. it was just a little hunting trip. He was now conflicted for a different reason.

——

He found his future wife later, once again, getting ready for bed when he walked in.