#medieval oc

ARTFIGHT 2026 ATTACK #10

(mainly) Tristan and Lady Gwendolyn (tussa_verse)

ARTFIGHT 2026 ATTACK #2

Daphne and Asphodel are undead lovers learning the push and pull of their needs and the meaning of mortality.

Daphne is a sadistic vampire noble woman from the 15th century, who has vast knowledge and experience in medicine, chemicals, biology, and dissection. She is cannibalistic, obsessive, and passionate.

Asphodel is a hard working young woman who does her best to make ends meet. She is sweet, pragmatic and responsible. The year her zombie attack happened was 1997, the year she sought help from the only lead she could find who knew of supernatural ailments. She meets Daphne, a model of a bygone era and the woman who can save and protect Asphodel, but not from her own desires.

My name is Cyr, a lad of fifteen summers, and a humble groom within these stables.

I dream, perchance, to one day don the spurs and sword of knighthood, yet the path before me lieth steep and shadowed, and Fortune hath not smiled upon my striving.

A royal scribe, passing by, did mark my countenance and swear I bore the look of one he once did know; and so, in kindness, he doth teach me letters, that I might read and write.

The folk do whisper that my hands are touched with magic, for never hath a horse fallen sick beneath my care—yet this is folly, for witchcraft and wizardry are but phantoms of a fevered mind, and stand against the holy will of God.

Methinks the stables are more truly my abode than yon cold hall where my father dwells. Fulke, the fellow stable boy, is my sole companion—save for Cerdic the scribe and the gentle steeds.

I hold far greater fondness for the horses than for the lord’s hunting hounds, for they do ever bark and snarl at my approach.

I take delight, too, in hearing old Digory spin his tales of knights and dragons, and I find no small pleasure in lazing beneath the sun whene'er I may.