Pronouns: (current) She/Her → (future) He/Him [This character will transition gradually throughout the life of the blog.]
A medievalblr/fantasyblr RP/kin blog. Mod identifies as medieval fantasy nobility. (Edit: Specifically a Duchess/Duke, though with a little wiggle room up towards Prince(ss))
Sworn knight is @bloodhound-knight-c
Also a home for my knight/royal kinks. As Eira transitions, they'll take on a secret identity as Björn the knight, sneaking out to spend time around their fellow men and escape womanhood. Of course, they'll also have their knights around the castle to interact with as a noble... (Ooo, when will someone realize her secret? 🫣)
Don't worry about treating Eira like a woman, it's fine. I made the blog like this on purpose.
RP starters, magic anons, questions for mod or oc- all welcome.
*This blog will not be 100% historically accurate, since it's medieval FANTASY, not an actual medieval setting.
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[ID: An androgynous, skinny, pale-skinned and freckled figure with dark green eyes, loose light brown curls that go down to the chest partly in a sidebraid, acne, thick eyebrows, a strong jaw, delicate nose, thin lips, and narrow hooded eyes. By medieval beauty standards, they would be considered quite ugly, and by modern ones, they'd either be considered a handsome or an ugly woman. End ID.]
[ID: Various medieval era gowns or bliauts in shades of royal blue, most of them vibrant, while some of them darker, and others pale. They feature trims in gold, white, and blue, with varying degrees of detail. The sleeves are either flowy or tight at the forearms with a poof at the shoulders. Most of the dresses are laced up on the sides, and many feature white underlayers. Two are paired with a white wimple. End ID.]
OOC info:
Mod pronouns: He/It.
Mod age: 18-20
I do not identify as human despite my character appearing as such. In fact, I may magically bs my character gaining the ability to shapeshift at some point. I'm mainly a maine coon cat and a siren, though I have other kintypes.
I'm objectum! I may make my character have some "complicated" feelings about swords to match me. Trust me, having a character be attracted to swords only heightens the blade kink experience.
Link Lists:
RP Chains
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Tags:
#yes my royal: NSFW or suggestive posts, usually pertaining to knight/royal kink.
#royal decree: In-character posts.
#behind castle walls: RP chains.
#ooc: OOC posts.
DNI:
Folks who actually like real life royalty
Capitalists/feudalists/fascists
Anti-endos/anti-alterbeings
Saneists
Radfems
Radqueers
Proship/darkship/comship
Pro-contact Harmful paras
Basic DNI
In case it isn't clear: That means no racists. Get out with your "historically accurate" white supremacy bs. It's not even actually historically accurate
*Kink-specific DNI:
Incest/Fauxcest/Daddy/Mommy/Etc.
Ageplay/Diapers
Raceplay
Detrans/Misgender/Misogyny/
Patriarchy
*Zoos are on thin ice depending on how they talk about real animals. If you fantasize about real animals, DNI.
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I'm concerned with how much this test thinks I'm into my hardest nos (anything incest or fauxcest) just because I like being taken care of/taking care of people, not even necessarily in a sexual way
The Hound stood in its new chambers, securing the pieces of its new armor that it had decided to keep. As it locked the breastplate into place, a knock came from the door.
"C'mon in," it called over its shoulder, squirming as it tried to get used to the feel of the new armor.
@bloodhound-knight-c
The door opened, revealing Eira in a more luxurious dress than she tended to wear, with flowering shimmery embroidery along the hems.
"Good morrow, Hound. Pray tell, how art thou faring in thy new armor? Thou look..." she trailed off, giving him an up-down look, and smiling at the blue and green crest on the Hound's chest. "...nice."
"It's... hm." It grumbled playfully as it turned around, spreading its arms to show her how it fit with the rest of its armor. "If I'm being frank, I miss my old kit already. I'm glad I got to keep what I did, though." It tilts its head, smiling warmly behind its helm.
"I understand I've got you to thank for that, Your Grace."
She gave a polite curtsey, a bashful smile forming on her lips. "Twas nothing. I merely asked that thee be allowed to keep what armor thee didn't wish to part with. It spared some cost of materials to put armor on thy large frame, so twas not much of a fight."
Her hand traced the stitches that secured the tree design onto the emblem. "...It suits you."
It caught her hand gently, pressing it to the emblem on its breast. "That's good," it murmurs warmly, looking her over. "I'd hate to have an unsuitable crest on my tit because some highborn duchess snapped me up in my first week in Bloodhaven," it teased quietly.
"T'wouldn't do, you see. My reputation would suffer..."
"As you say, duchess," it replies, softly bumping its forehead against her before stepping back. "So what's on the agenda for today, Your Grace? Planning to introduce me at court to the other blue-bloods?"
It snickered at the thought of less understanding nobles gawping at its pendants and helm.
she’s mid-laugh, brown eyes twinkling in the light from the chandelier. elizabeth turns slightly and catches Hound’s eye, gasping in delight and waving it over to her. she hops up and down excitedly, dark purple gown swaying as she moves. the deep v-neck stays in place miraculously (magically, she enchanted it to stick to herself), velvet skirts catching the light, looking like stars coming out at dusk.
"Your Highness," the Hound murmurs politely. "A pleasure, as always, to see you."
It steps aside to let Eira pass it. "May I present Her Grace, the duchess Eira, to whom my service is now sworn," it says almost pointedly, tapping the crest on its new breastplate.
elizabeth returns the curtsy, her smile brightening as eira introduces herself. “tis an honor, duchess, and by my troth, you are beautiful! that gown suits you greatly! as for how Hound and i know one another,” she shifts awkwardly, remembering their friendship began with it fingering her up against a tree then facefucking her, “we are friends. we met in the woods a few nights ago, and we sparred. then it visited my library and we got to talk and read up on my chambers for a while. twas a lovely afternoon.”
she turns her smile towards Hound, teasing a bit. “now how did i not know you have a duchess? we were together just yesterday, and you never once brought this lovely lady up!”
"Apologies for not informing you, Your Highness," the Hound murmurs, bowing deeply to Eira as well. "It must have slipped my mind. I typically leave that sort of thing to you highborn," it snickers as it stands up, its hands behind its back as it surveys the room.
elizabeth giggles right back at it, rolling her eyes at the formality it was showing. “your highness? really? i distinctly recall that you do not much enjoy titles, nor respect, especially to me, hound,” she’s teasing, letting her real personality slip past the formerly stiff Royal Facade.
“now, duchess, i should love to know how you met our friend here? it did not seem like the type to swear fealty to anyone, let alone a ‘highborn’ like yourself!”
Eira let out a small laugh, though she didn't much understand it, herself.
"It took up temporary work as my guard, while I was searching for a good fit. We bonded quickly, and I expressed a desire to have it as my own. The Hound quickly obliged... I was, indeed, shocked by the speed at which it produced the blade to take the oath. I hadn't been expecting a serious consideration of my longing."
She pet the Hound's arm affectionately, though she doubted it could feel much through the metal. For some reason, she just felt the need to stick close.
@most-mid-lady-in-the-land or @bloodhound-knight-c
"What can I say, I do know how to pick 'em," the Hound joked, bowing again with no small amount of flair. "In truth, Her Grace was perhaps one of the most earnest highborn I've had the pleasure of meeting. To guard her life is a great honor, and a duty I take seriously."
It pulled the mentioned blade free and twirled it around its fingers. "One needs to put down roots eventually, I suppose."
her grins spreads wider, taking in its obvious comfort around eira. “i’m pleased you found a royal you can tolerate so much,” she teases, “but truly i am happy you found a place where roots can be safe to grow.”
turning to eira, her tone becomes a mock whisper, teasing Hound, “soooo has it made trouble yet? snored too loudly, chased you in the woods, stole your library book?”
Despite herself, Eira let out a snort of laughter, and quickly covered it with her hand.
"Sorry. I, uhm... Yes. It has, uh, chased me, a bit. But I didn't mind much. I suggested it as a form of exercise. I enjoy running through the woods outside our castle."
recognizing the pause before “chase” elizabeth’s grin takes on a particularly mischievous look. this duchess is pretty, and clearly like Hound too….. this could be fun….
“well hound, maybe i could join these…. exercises. i happen to enjoy a chase myself, whether as the prey or predator,” her eyes flick between the two, the obvious proposition lingering in the air…..
The Hound clears its throat loudly, blushing quite red under its helm. "Perhaps, Your Highness. For now, however, I believe there are other matters to discuss?"
It looks away quite awkwardly, its hand anxiously tapping the hilt of one of its knives. Gods, it thought, if I'd known she'd be here, I'd have waited to take that oath...
elizabeth bursts out laughing, completely uncaring for “improper conduct.”
“gods, that was amusing. if you two blushing maidens wish for me to stop any unwanted advances, simply tell me. i shan’t be upset! but the fact that Hound was blushing and you, a proper duchess, were stammering like a schoolgirl- ohohoho twas too amusing not to laugh!”
"Ah, I shan't go as far as to call them... unwanted, but- pray tell, art thou of... uh, what I mean to say is, doth thou fancy the both of us? Hound and mineself?"
She cleared her throat. "It's just, I never... I have yet to encounter another of such an inclination. I would like to be sure I've interpreted correctly."
“yes, pretty duchess. i find both of you attractive, though hound lacks your noble grace and beauty.” she snickers to herself at the insult to her friend, then rolling her eyes.
“twas only a jest, hound. you are pretty too!! i mean no harm!!”
"Gods damned right, I am," it grumbles, puffing its chest out dramatically. It enjoyed this little banter. It was glad too to see its Duchess getting along with the princess.
"Well, if-" Eira paused to clear her throat. "If the Hound agrees, I wouldn't mind an outing to the woods... I might want to change out of this nice gown, first. Doth thou have a change of clothes?"
elizabeth pouted, big brown eyes wide with mock disappointment. “what a shame, i only have this ballgown…. and i would be greatly upset if it was ruined….. i think just my shift and stockings must have to do, though for what i have had in mind, duchess, i think that will do just fine…..”
she winks, greatly enjoying the banter. gods, these two were fun. twas entertaining to be in the middle of an established dynamic, they knew their roles and she got to tease and play with both.
The Hound can't help the low growl that rises in the back of its throat. The thought of a hunt like that... no. It shook its head once, trying its best to focus on the conversation at hand.
It looked down at its sworn lady. "It has been... a while since I had a good hunt, Your Grace. Her Highness makes an excellent point."
Gods, it hoped she said yes... it hadn't run for fun in ages.
"I suppose that works. Very well then, I shall strip down to my undergarments as well. It should be simple enough to leave my dress folded on my sitting rock."
She looked around the room at the other guests, and heaved a sigh. "Let's suffer through formalities for a bit longer, then go. I'm already itching for a good run. Your highness, will thou be chasing or fleeing?"
The Hound stood in its new chambers, securing the pieces of its new armor that it had decided to keep. As it locked the breastplate into place, a knock came from the door.
"C'mon in," it called over its shoulder, squirming as it tried to get used to the feel of the new armor.
@bloodhound-knight-c
The door opened, revealing Eira in a more luxurious dress than she tended to wear, with flowering shimmery embroidery along the hems.
"Good morrow, Hound. Pray tell, how art thou faring in thy new armor? Thou look..." she trailed off, giving him an up-down look, and smiling at the blue and green crest on the Hound's chest. "...nice."
"It's... hm." It grumbled playfully as it turned around, spreading its arms to show her how it fit with the rest of its armor. "If I'm being frank, I miss my old kit already. I'm glad I got to keep what I did, though." It tilts its head, smiling warmly behind its helm.
"I understand I've got you to thank for that, Your Grace."
She gave a polite curtsey, a bashful smile forming on her lips. "Twas nothing. I merely asked that thee be allowed to keep what armor thee didn't wish to part with. It spared some cost of materials to put armor on thy large frame, so twas not much of a fight."
Her hand traced the stitches that secured the tree design onto the emblem. "...It suits you."
It caught her hand gently, pressing it to the emblem on its breast. "That's good," it murmurs warmly, looking her over. "I'd hate to have an unsuitable crest on my tit because some highborn duchess snapped me up in my first week in Bloodhaven," it teased quietly.
"T'wouldn't do, you see. My reputation would suffer..."
"As you say, duchess," it replies, softly bumping its forehead against her before stepping back. "So what's on the agenda for today, Your Grace? Planning to introduce me at court to the other blue-bloods?"
It snickered at the thought of less understanding nobles gawping at its pendants and helm.
she’s mid-laugh, brown eyes twinkling in the light from the chandelier. elizabeth turns slightly and catches Hound’s eye, gasping in delight and waving it over to her. she hops up and down excitedly, dark purple gown swaying as she moves. the deep v-neck stays in place miraculously (magically, she enchanted it to stick to herself), velvet skirts catching the light, looking like stars coming out at dusk.
"Your Highness," the Hound murmurs politely. "A pleasure, as always, to see you."
It steps aside to let Eira pass it. "May I present Her Grace, the duchess Eira, to whom my service is now sworn," it says almost pointedly, tapping the crest on its new breastplate.
elizabeth returns the curtsy, her smile brightening as eira introduces herself. “tis an honor, duchess, and by my troth, you are beautiful! that gown suits you greatly! as for how Hound and i know one another,” she shifts awkwardly, remembering their friendship began with it fingering her up against a tree then facefucking her, “we are friends. we met in the woods a few nights ago, and we sparred. then it visited my library and we got to talk and read up on my chambers for a while. twas a lovely afternoon.”
she turns her smile towards Hound, teasing a bit. “now how did i not know you have a duchess? we were together just yesterday, and you never once brought this lovely lady up!”
"Apologies for not informing you, Your Highness," the Hound murmurs, bowing deeply to Eira as well. "It must have slipped my mind. I typically leave that sort of thing to you highborn," it snickers as it stands up, its hands behind its back as it surveys the room.
elizabeth giggles right back at it, rolling her eyes at the formality it was showing. “your highness? really? i distinctly recall that you do not much enjoy titles, nor respect, especially to me, hound,” she’s teasing, letting her real personality slip past the formerly stiff Royal Facade.
“now, duchess, i should love to know how you met our friend here? it did not seem like the type to swear fealty to anyone, let alone a ‘highborn’ like yourself!”
Eira let out a small laugh, though she didn't much understand it, herself.
"It took up temporary work as my guard, while I was searching for a good fit. We bonded quickly, and I expressed a desire to have it as my own. The Hound quickly obliged... I was, indeed, shocked by the speed at which it produced the blade to take the oath. I hadn't been expecting a serious consideration of my longing."
She pet the Hound's arm affectionately, though she doubted it could feel much through the metal. For some reason, she just felt the need to stick close.
@most-mid-lady-in-the-land or @bloodhound-knight-c
"What can I say, I do know how to pick 'em," the Hound joked, bowing again with no small amount of flair. "In truth, Her Grace was perhaps one of the most earnest highborn I've had the pleasure of meeting. To guard her life is a great honor, and a duty I take seriously."
It pulled the mentioned blade free and twirled it around its fingers. "One needs to put down roots eventually, I suppose."
her grins spreads wider, taking in its obvious comfort around eira. “i’m pleased you found a royal you can tolerate so much,” she teases, “but truly i am happy you found a place where roots can be safe to grow.”
turning to eira, her tone becomes a mock whisper, teasing Hound, “soooo has it made trouble yet? snored too loudly, chased you in the woods, stole your library book?”
Despite herself, Eira let out a snort of laughter, and quickly covered it with her hand.
"Sorry. I, uhm... Yes. It has, uh, chased me, a bit. But I didn't mind much. I suggested it as a form of exercise. I enjoy running through the woods outside our castle."
recognizing the pause before “chase” elizabeth’s grin takes on a particularly mischievous look. this duchess is pretty, and clearly like Hound too….. this could be fun….
“well hound, maybe i could join these…. exercises. i happen to enjoy a chase myself, whether as the prey or predator,” her eyes flick between the two, the obvious proposition lingering in the air…..
The Hound clears its throat loudly, blushing quite red under its helm. "Perhaps, Your Highness. For now, however, I believe there are other matters to discuss?"
It looks away quite awkwardly, its hand anxiously tapping the hilt of one of its knives. Gods, it thought, if I'd known she'd be here, I'd have waited to take that oath...
elizabeth bursts out laughing, completely uncaring for “improper conduct.”
“gods, that was amusing. if you two blushing maidens wish for me to stop any unwanted advances, simply tell me. i shan’t be upset! but the fact that Hound was blushing and you, a proper duchess, were stammering like a schoolgirl- ohohoho twas too amusing not to laugh!”
"Ah, I shan't go as far as to call them... unwanted, but- pray tell, art thou of... uh, what I mean to say is, doth thou fancy the both of us? Hound and mineself?"
She cleared her throat. "It's just, I never... I have yet to encounter another of such an inclination. I would like to be sure I've interpreted correctly."
“yes, pretty duchess. i find both of you attractive, though hound lacks your noble grace and beauty.” she snickers to herself at the insult to her friend, then rolling her eyes.
“twas only a jest, hound. you are pretty too!! i mean no harm!!”
"Gods damned right, I am," it grumbles, puffing its chest out dramatically. It enjoyed this little banter. It was glad too to see its Duchess getting along with the princess.
"Well, if-" Eira paused to clear her throat. "If the Hound agrees, I wouldn't mind an outing to the woods... I might want to change out of this nice gown, first. Doth thou have a change of clothes?"
I need someone to hold my hips down while they eat me out till I’m crying and begging them to stop bc it’s just to much for me to handle. They of course don’t listen, and start sucking harder maybe they even start fingering me along with it.
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istg sometimes knights will be like "ugh im so sore after training and my huge muscles are just so achy and sensitive" and it just reminds me of dogs who try to bring their own leash to you for walks
Listen if my knight needs its muscles massaged, and it's too shy to say anything, I will gladly read between the lines for it. I didn't request it swear fealty to to not pamper and spoil it.
The Hound stood in its new chambers, securing the pieces of its new armor that it had decided to keep. As it locked the breastplate into place, a knock came from the door.
"C'mon in," it called over its shoulder, squirming as it tried to get used to the feel of the new armor.
@bloodhound-knight-c
The door opened, revealing Eira in a more luxurious dress than she tended to wear, with flowering shimmery embroidery along the hems.
"Good morrow, Hound. Pray tell, how art thou faring in thy new armor? Thou look..." she trailed off, giving him an up-down look, and smiling at the blue and green crest on the Hound's chest. "...nice."
"It's... hm." It grumbled playfully as it turned around, spreading its arms to show her how it fit with the rest of its armor. "If I'm being frank, I miss my old kit already. I'm glad I got to keep what I did, though." It tilts its head, smiling warmly behind its helm.
"I understand I've got you to thank for that, Your Grace."
She gave a polite curtsey, a bashful smile forming on her lips. "Twas nothing. I merely asked that thee be allowed to keep what armor thee didn't wish to part with. It spared some cost of materials to put armor on thy large frame, so twas not much of a fight."
Her hand traced the stitches that secured the tree design onto the emblem. "...It suits you."
It caught her hand gently, pressing it to the emblem on its breast. "That's good," it murmurs warmly, looking her over. "I'd hate to have an unsuitable crest on my tit because some highborn duchess snapped me up in my first week in Bloodhaven," it teased quietly.
"T'wouldn't do, you see. My reputation would suffer..."
"As you say, duchess," it replies, softly bumping its forehead against her before stepping back. "So what's on the agenda for today, Your Grace? Planning to introduce me at court to the other blue-bloods?"
It snickered at the thought of less understanding nobles gawping at its pendants and helm.
she’s mid-laugh, brown eyes twinkling in the light from the chandelier. elizabeth turns slightly and catches Hound’s eye, gasping in delight and waving it over to her. she hops up and down excitedly, dark purple gown swaying as she moves. the deep v-neck stays in place miraculously (magically, she enchanted it to stick to herself), velvet skirts catching the light, looking like stars coming out at dusk.
"Your Highness," the Hound murmurs politely. "A pleasure, as always, to see you."
It steps aside to let Eira pass it. "May I present Her Grace, the duchess Eira, to whom my service is now sworn," it says almost pointedly, tapping the crest on its new breastplate.
elizabeth returns the curtsy, her smile brightening as eira introduces herself. “tis an honor, duchess, and by my troth, you are beautiful! that gown suits you greatly! as for how Hound and i know one another,” she shifts awkwardly, remembering their friendship began with it fingering her up against a tree then facefucking her, “we are friends. we met in the woods a few nights ago, and we sparred. then it visited my library and we got to talk and read up on my chambers for a while. twas a lovely afternoon.”
she turns her smile towards Hound, teasing a bit. “now how did i not know you have a duchess? we were together just yesterday, and you never once brought this lovely lady up!”
"Apologies for not informing you, Your Highness," the Hound murmurs, bowing deeply to Eira as well. "It must have slipped my mind. I typically leave that sort of thing to you highborn," it snickers as it stands up, its hands behind its back as it surveys the room.
elizabeth giggles right back at it, rolling her eyes at the formality it was showing. “your highness? really? i distinctly recall that you do not much enjoy titles, nor respect, especially to me, hound,” she’s teasing, letting her real personality slip past the formerly stiff Royal Facade.
“now, duchess, i should love to know how you met our friend here? it did not seem like the type to swear fealty to anyone, let alone a ‘highborn’ like yourself!”
Eira let out a small laugh, though she didn't much understand it, herself.
"It took up temporary work as my guard, while I was searching for a good fit. We bonded quickly, and I expressed a desire to have it as my own. The Hound quickly obliged... I was, indeed, shocked by the speed at which it produced the blade to take the oath. I hadn't been expecting a serious consideration of my longing."
She pet the Hound's arm affectionately, though she doubted it could feel much through the metal. For some reason, she just felt the need to stick close.
@most-mid-lady-in-the-land or @bloodhound-knight-c
"What can I say, I do know how to pick 'em," the Hound joked, bowing again with no small amount of flair. "In truth, Her Grace was perhaps one of the most earnest highborn I've had the pleasure of meeting. To guard her life is a great honor, and a duty I take seriously."
It pulled the mentioned blade free and twirled it around its fingers. "One needs to put down roots eventually, I suppose."
her grins spreads wider, taking in its obvious comfort around eira. “i’m pleased you found a royal you can tolerate so much,” she teases, “but truly i am happy you found a place where roots can be safe to grow.”
turning to eira, her tone becomes a mock whisper, teasing Hound, “soooo has it made trouble yet? snored too loudly, chased you in the woods, stole your library book?”
Despite herself, Eira let out a snort of laughter, and quickly covered it with her hand.
"Sorry. I, uhm... Yes. It has, uh, chased me, a bit. But I didn't mind much. I suggested it as a form of exercise. I enjoy running through the woods outside our castle."
recognizing the pause before “chase” elizabeth’s grin takes on a particularly mischievous look. this duchess is pretty, and clearly like Hound too….. this could be fun….
“well hound, maybe i could join these…. exercises. i happen to enjoy a chase myself, whether as the prey or predator,” her eyes flick between the two, the obvious proposition lingering in the air…..
The Hound clears its throat loudly, blushing quite red under its helm. "Perhaps, Your Highness. For now, however, I believe there are other matters to discuss?"
It looks away quite awkwardly, its hand anxiously tapping the hilt of one of its knives. Gods, it thought, if I'd known she'd be here, I'd have waited to take that oath...
elizabeth bursts out laughing, completely uncaring for “improper conduct.”
“gods, that was amusing. if you two blushing maidens wish for me to stop any unwanted advances, simply tell me. i shan’t be upset! but the fact that Hound was blushing and you, a proper duchess, were stammering like a schoolgirl- ohohoho twas too amusing not to laugh!”
"Ah, I shan't go as far as to call them... unwanted, but- pray tell, art thou of... uh, what I mean to say is, doth thou fancy the both of us? Hound and mineself?"
She cleared her throat. "It's just, I never... I have yet to encounter another of such an inclination. I would like to be sure I've interpreted correctly."
The Hound stood in its new chambers, securing the pieces of its new armor that it had decided to keep. As it locked the breastplate into place, a knock came from the door.
"C'mon in," it called over its shoulder, squirming as it tried to get used to the feel of the new armor.
@bloodhound-knight-c
The door opened, revealing Eira in a more luxurious dress than she tended to wear, with flowering shimmery embroidery along the hems.
"Good morrow, Hound. Pray tell, how art thou faring in thy new armor? Thou look..." she trailed off, giving him an up-down look, and smiling at the blue and green crest on the Hound's chest. "...nice."
"It's... hm." It grumbled playfully as it turned around, spreading its arms to show her how it fit with the rest of its armor. "If I'm being frank, I miss my old kit already. I'm glad I got to keep what I did, though." It tilts its head, smiling warmly behind its helm.
"I understand I've got you to thank for that, Your Grace."
She gave a polite curtsey, a bashful smile forming on her lips. "Twas nothing. I merely asked that thee be allowed to keep what armor thee didn't wish to part with. It spared some cost of materials to put armor on thy large frame, so twas not much of a fight."
Her hand traced the stitches that secured the tree design onto the emblem. "...It suits you."
It caught her hand gently, pressing it to the emblem on its breast. "That's good," it murmurs warmly, looking her over. "I'd hate to have an unsuitable crest on my tit because some highborn duchess snapped me up in my first week in Bloodhaven," it teased quietly.
"T'wouldn't do, you see. My reputation would suffer..."
"As you say, duchess," it replies, softly bumping its forehead against her before stepping back. "So what's on the agenda for today, Your Grace? Planning to introduce me at court to the other blue-bloods?"
It snickered at the thought of less understanding nobles gawping at its pendants and helm.
she’s mid-laugh, brown eyes twinkling in the light from the chandelier. elizabeth turns slightly and catches Hound’s eye, gasping in delight and waving it over to her. she hops up and down excitedly, dark purple gown swaying as she moves. the deep v-neck stays in place miraculously (magically, she enchanted it to stick to herself), velvet skirts catching the light, looking like stars coming out at dusk.
"Your Highness," the Hound murmurs politely. "A pleasure, as always, to see you."
It steps aside to let Eira pass it. "May I present Her Grace, the duchess Eira, to whom my service is now sworn," it says almost pointedly, tapping the crest on its new breastplate.
elizabeth returns the curtsy, her smile brightening as eira introduces herself. “tis an honor, duchess, and by my troth, you are beautiful! that gown suits you greatly! as for how Hound and i know one another,” she shifts awkwardly, remembering their friendship began with it fingering her up against a tree then facefucking her, “we are friends. we met in the woods a few nights ago, and we sparred. then it visited my library and we got to talk and read up on my chambers for a while. twas a lovely afternoon.”
she turns her smile towards Hound, teasing a bit. “now how did i not know you have a duchess? we were together just yesterday, and you never once brought this lovely lady up!”
"Apologies for not informing you, Your Highness," the Hound murmurs, bowing deeply to Eira as well. "It must have slipped my mind. I typically leave that sort of thing to you highborn," it snickers as it stands up, its hands behind its back as it surveys the room.
elizabeth giggles right back at it, rolling her eyes at the formality it was showing. “your highness? really? i distinctly recall that you do not much enjoy titles, nor respect, especially to me, hound,” she’s teasing, letting her real personality slip past the formerly stiff Royal Facade.
“now, duchess, i should love to know how you met our friend here? it did not seem like the type to swear fealty to anyone, let alone a ‘highborn’ like yourself!”
Eira let out a small laugh, though she didn't much understand it, herself.
"It took up temporary work as my guard, while I was searching for a good fit. We bonded quickly, and I expressed a desire to have it as my own. The Hound quickly obliged... I was, indeed, shocked by the speed at which it produced the blade to take the oath. I hadn't been expecting a serious consideration of my longing."
She pet the Hound's arm affectionately, though she doubted it could feel much through the metal. For some reason, she just felt the need to stick close.
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"What can I say, I do know how to pick 'em," the Hound joked, bowing again with no small amount of flair. "In truth, Her Grace was perhaps one of the most earnest highborn I've had the pleasure of meeting. To guard her life is a great honor, and a duty I take seriously."
It pulled the mentioned blade free and twirled it around its fingers. "One needs to put down roots eventually, I suppose."
her grins spreads wider, taking in its obvious comfort around eira. “i’m pleased you found a royal you can tolerate so much,” she teases, “but truly i am happy you found a place where roots can be safe to grow.”
turning to eira, her tone becomes a mock whisper, teasing Hound, “soooo has it made trouble yet? snored too loudly, chased you in the woods, stole your library book?”
Despite herself, Eira let out a snort of laughter, and quickly covered it with her hand.
"Sorry. I, uhm... Yes. It has, uh, chased me, a bit. But I didn't mind much. I suggested it as a form of exercise. I enjoy running through the woods outside our castle."
recognizing the pause before “chase” elizabeth’s grin takes on a particularly mischievous look. this duchess is pretty, and clearly like Hound too….. this could be fun….
“well hound, maybe i could join these…. exercises. i happen to enjoy a chase myself, whether as the prey or predator,” her eyes flick between the two, the obvious proposition lingering in the air…..
The Hound clears its throat loudly, blushing quite red under its helm. "Perhaps, Your Highness. For now, however, I believe there are other matters to discuss?"
It looks away quite awkwardly, its hand anxiously tapping the hilt of one of its knives. Gods, it thought, if I'd known she'd be here, I'd have waited to take that oath...
The Hound stood in its new chambers, securing the pieces of its new armor that it had decided to keep. As it locked the breastplate into place, a knock came from the door.
"C'mon in," it called over its shoulder, squirming as it tried to get used to the feel of the new armor.
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The door opened, revealing Eira in a more luxurious dress than she tended to wear, with flowering shimmery embroidery along the hems.
"Good morrow, Hound. Pray tell, how art thou faring in thy new armor? Thou look..." she trailed off, giving him an up-down look, and smiling at the blue and green crest on the Hound's chest. "...nice."
"It's... hm." It grumbled playfully as it turned around, spreading its arms to show her how it fit with the rest of its armor. "If I'm being frank, I miss my old kit already. I'm glad I got to keep what I did, though." It tilts its head, smiling warmly behind its helm.
"I understand I've got you to thank for that, Your Grace."
She gave a polite curtsey, a bashful smile forming on her lips. "Twas nothing. I merely asked that thee be allowed to keep what armor thee didn't wish to part with. It spared some cost of materials to put armor on thy large frame, so twas not much of a fight."
Her hand traced the stitches that secured the tree design onto the emblem. "...It suits you."
It caught her hand gently, pressing it to the emblem on its breast. "That's good," it murmurs warmly, looking her over. "I'd hate to have an unsuitable crest on my tit because some highborn duchess snapped me up in my first week in Bloodhaven," it teased quietly.
"T'wouldn't do, you see. My reputation would suffer..."
"As you say, duchess," it replies, softly bumping its forehead against her before stepping back. "So what's on the agenda for today, Your Grace? Planning to introduce me at court to the other blue-bloods?"
It snickered at the thought of less understanding nobles gawping at its pendants and helm.
she’s mid-laugh, brown eyes twinkling in the light from the chandelier. elizabeth turns slightly and catches Hound’s eye, gasping in delight and waving it over to her. she hops up and down excitedly, dark purple gown swaying as she moves. the deep v-neck stays in place miraculously (magically, she enchanted it to stick to herself), velvet skirts catching the light, looking like stars coming out at dusk.
"Your Highness," the Hound murmurs politely. "A pleasure, as always, to see you."
It steps aside to let Eira pass it. "May I present Her Grace, the duchess Eira, to whom my service is now sworn," it says almost pointedly, tapping the crest on its new breastplate.
elizabeth returns the curtsy, her smile brightening as eira introduces herself. “tis an honor, duchess, and by my troth, you are beautiful! that gown suits you greatly! as for how Hound and i know one another,” she shifts awkwardly, remembering their friendship began with it fingering her up against a tree then facefucking her, “we are friends. we met in the woods a few nights ago, and we sparred. then it visited my library and we got to talk and read up on my chambers for a while. twas a lovely afternoon.”
she turns her smile towards Hound, teasing a bit. “now how did i not know you have a duchess? we were together just yesterday, and you never once brought this lovely lady up!”
"Apologies for not informing you, Your Highness," the Hound murmurs, bowing deeply to Eira as well. "It must have slipped my mind. I typically leave that sort of thing to you highborn," it snickers as it stands up, its hands behind its back as it surveys the room.
elizabeth giggles right back at it, rolling her eyes at the formality it was showing. “your highness? really? i distinctly recall that you do not much enjoy titles, nor respect, especially to me, hound,” she’s teasing, letting her real personality slip past the formerly stiff Royal Facade.
“now, duchess, i should love to know how you met our friend here? it did not seem like the type to swear fealty to anyone, let alone a ‘highborn’ like yourself!”
Eira let out a small laugh, though she didn't much understand it, herself.
"It took up temporary work as my guard, while I was searching for a good fit. We bonded quickly, and I expressed a desire to have it as my own. The Hound quickly obliged... I was, indeed, shocked by the speed at which it produced the blade to take the oath. I hadn't been expecting a serious consideration of my longing."
She pet the Hound's arm affectionately, though she doubted it could feel much through the metal. For some reason, she just felt the need to stick close.
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"What can I say, I do know how to pick 'em," the Hound joked, bowing again with no small amount of flair. "In truth, Her Grace was perhaps one of the most earnest highborn I've had the pleasure of meeting. To guard her life is a great honor, and a duty I take seriously."
It pulled the mentioned blade free and twirled it around its fingers. "One needs to put down roots eventually, I suppose."
her grins spreads wider, taking in its obvious comfort around eira. “i’m pleased you found a royal you can tolerate so much,” she teases, “but truly i am happy you found a place where roots can be safe to grow.”
turning to eira, her tone becomes a mock whisper, teasing Hound, “soooo has it made trouble yet? snored too loudly, chased you in the woods, stole your library book?”
Despite herself, Eira let out a snort of laughter, and quickly covered it with her hand.
"Sorry. I, uhm... Yes. It has, uh, chased me, a bit. But I didn't mind much. I suggested it as a form of exercise. I enjoy running through the woods outside our castle."
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The Hound stood in its new chambers, securing the pieces of its new armor that it had decided to keep. As it locked the breastplate into place, a knock came from the door.
"C'mon in," it called over its shoulder, squirming as it tried to get used to the feel of the new armor.
@bloodhound-knight-c
The door opened, revealing Eira in a more luxurious dress than she tended to wear, with flowering shimmery embroidery along the hems.
"Good morrow, Hound. Pray tell, how art thou faring in thy new armor? Thou look..." she trailed off, giving him an up-down look, and smiling at the blue and green crest on the Hound's chest. "...nice."
"It's... hm." It grumbled playfully as it turned around, spreading its arms to show her how it fit with the rest of its armor. "If I'm being frank, I miss my old kit already. I'm glad I got to keep what I did, though." It tilts its head, smiling warmly behind its helm.
"I understand I've got you to thank for that, Your Grace."
She gave a polite curtsey, a bashful smile forming on her lips. "Twas nothing. I merely asked that thee be allowed to keep what armor thee didn't wish to part with. It spared some cost of materials to put armor on thy large frame, so twas not much of a fight."
Her hand traced the stitches that secured the tree design onto the emblem. "...It suits you."
It caught her hand gently, pressing it to the emblem on its breast. "That's good," it murmurs warmly, looking her over. "I'd hate to have an unsuitable crest on my tit because some highborn duchess snapped me up in my first week in Bloodhaven," it teased quietly.
"T'wouldn't do, you see. My reputation would suffer..."
"As you say, duchess," it replies, softly bumping its forehead against her before stepping back. "So what's on the agenda for today, Your Grace? Planning to introduce me at court to the other blue-bloods?"
It snickered at the thought of less understanding nobles gawping at its pendants and helm.
she’s mid-laugh, brown eyes twinkling in the light from the chandelier. elizabeth turns slightly and catches Hound’s eye, gasping in delight and waving it over to her. she hops up and down excitedly, dark purple gown swaying as she moves. the deep v-neck stays in place miraculously (magically, she enchanted it to stick to herself), velvet skirts catching the light, looking like stars coming out at dusk.
"Your Highness," the Hound murmurs politely. "A pleasure, as always, to see you."
It steps aside to let Eira pass it. "May I present Her Grace, the duchess Eira, to whom my service is now sworn," it says almost pointedly, tapping the crest on its new breastplate.
elizabeth returns the curtsy, her smile brightening as eira introduces herself. “tis an honor, duchess, and by my troth, you are beautiful! that gown suits you greatly! as for how Hound and i know one another,” she shifts awkwardly, remembering their friendship began with it fingering her up against a tree then facefucking her, “we are friends. we met in the woods a few nights ago, and we sparred. then it visited my library and we got to talk and read up on my chambers for a while. twas a lovely afternoon.”
she turns her smile towards Hound, teasing a bit. “now how did i not know you have a duchess? we were together just yesterday, and you never once brought this lovely lady up!”
"Apologies for not informing you, Your Highness," the Hound murmurs, bowing deeply to Eira as well. "It must have slipped my mind. I typically leave that sort of thing to you highborn," it snickers as it stands up, its hands behind its back as it surveys the room.
elizabeth giggles right back at it, rolling her eyes at the formality it was showing. “your highness? really? i distinctly recall that you do not much enjoy titles, nor respect, especially to me, hound,” she’s teasing, letting her real personality slip past the formerly stiff Royal Facade.
“now, duchess, i should love to know how you met our friend here? it did not seem like the type to swear fealty to anyone, let alone a ‘highborn’ like yourself!”
Eira let out a small laugh, though she didn't much understand it, herself.
"It took up temporary work as my guard, while I was searching for a good fit. We bonded quickly, and I expressed a desire to have it as my own. The Hound quickly obliged... I was, indeed, shocked by the speed at which it produced the blade to take the oath. I hadn't been expecting a serious consideration of my longing."
She pet the Hound's arm affectionately, though she doubted it could feel much through the metal. For some reason, she just felt the need to stick close.
@most-mid-lady-in-the-land or @bloodhound-knight-c
The Hound stood in its new chambers, securing the pieces of its new armor that it had decided to keep. As it locked the breastplate into place, a knock came from the door.
"C'mon in," it called over its shoulder, squirming as it tried to get used to the feel of the new armor.
@bloodhound-knight-c
The door opened, revealing Eira in a more luxurious dress than she tended to wear, with flowering shimmery embroidery along the hems.
"Good morrow, Hound. Pray tell, how art thou faring in thy new armor? Thou look..." she trailed off, giving him an up-down look, and smiling at the blue and green crest on the Hound's chest. "...nice."
"It's... hm." It grumbled playfully as it turned around, spreading its arms to show her how it fit with the rest of its armor. "If I'm being frank, I miss my old kit already. I'm glad I got to keep what I did, though." It tilts its head, smiling warmly behind its helm.
"I understand I've got you to thank for that, Your Grace."
She gave a polite curtsey, a bashful smile forming on her lips. "Twas nothing. I merely asked that thee be allowed to keep what armor thee didn't wish to part with. It spared some cost of materials to put armor on thy large frame, so twas not much of a fight."
Her hand traced the stitches that secured the tree design onto the emblem. "...It suits you."
It caught her hand gently, pressing it to the emblem on its breast. "That's good," it murmurs warmly, looking her over. "I'd hate to have an unsuitable crest on my tit because some highborn duchess snapped me up in my first week in Bloodhaven," it teased quietly.
"T'wouldn't do, you see. My reputation would suffer..."
"As you say, duchess," it replies, softly bumping its forehead against her before stepping back. "So what's on the agenda for today, Your Grace? Planning to introduce me at court to the other blue-bloods?"
It snickered at the thought of less understanding nobles gawping at its pendants and helm.
she’s mid-laugh, brown eyes twinkling in the light from the chandelier. elizabeth turns slightly and catches Hound’s eye, gasping in delight and waving it over to her. she hops up and down excitedly, dark purple gown swaying as she moves. the deep v-neck stays in place miraculously (magically, she enchanted it to stick to herself), velvet skirts catching the light, looking like stars coming out at dusk.
"Your Highness," the Hound murmurs politely. "A pleasure, as always, to see you."
It steps aside to let Eira pass it. "May I present Her Grace, the duchess Eira, to whom my service is now sworn," it says almost pointedly, tapping the crest on its new breastplate.
The Hound stood in its new chambers, securing the pieces of its new armor that it had decided to keep. As it locked the breastplate into place, a knock came from the door.
"C'mon in," it called over its shoulder, squirming as it tried to get used to the feel of the new armor.
@bloodhound-knight-c
The door opened, revealing Eira in a more luxurious dress than she tended to wear, with flowering shimmery embroidery along the hems.
"Good morrow, Hound. Pray tell, how art thou faring in thy new armor? Thou look..." she trailed off, giving him an up-down look, and smiling at the blue and green crest on the Hound's chest. "...nice."
"It's... hm." It grumbled playfully as it turned around, spreading its arms to show her how it fit with the rest of its armor. "If I'm being frank, I miss my old kit already. I'm glad I got to keep what I did, though." It tilts its head, smiling warmly behind its helm.
"I understand I've got you to thank for that, Your Grace."
She gave a polite curtsey, a bashful smile forming on her lips. "Twas nothing. I merely asked that thee be allowed to keep what armor thee didn't wish to part with. It spared some cost of materials to put armor on thy large frame, so twas not much of a fight."
Her hand traced the stitches that secured the tree design onto the emblem. "...It suits you."
It caught her hand gently, pressing it to the emblem on its breast. "That's good," it murmurs warmly, looking her over. "I'd hate to have an unsuitable crest on my tit because some highborn duchess snapped me up in my first week in Bloodhaven," it teased quietly.
"T'wouldn't do, you see. My reputation would suffer..."
"As you say, duchess," it replies, softly bumping its forehead against her before stepping back. "So what's on the agenda for today, Your Grace? Planning to introduce me at court to the other blue-bloods?"
It snickered at the thought of less understanding nobles gawping at its pendants and helm.
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The Hound stood in its new chambers, securing the pieces of its new armor that it had decided to keep. As it locked the breastplate into place, a knock came from the door.
"C'mon in," it called over its shoulder, squirming as it tried to get used to the feel of the new armor.
@bloodhound-knight-c
The door opened, revealing Eira in a more luxurious dress than she tended to wear, with flowering shimmery embroidery along the hems.
"Good morrow, Hound. Pray tell, how art thou faring in thy new armor? Thou look..." she trailed off, giving him an up-down look, and smiling at the blue and green crest on the Hound's chest. "...nice."
"It's... hm." It grumbled playfully as it turned around, spreading its arms to show her how it fit with the rest of its armor. "If I'm being frank, I miss my old kit already. I'm glad I got to keep what I did, though." It tilts its head, smiling warmly behind its helm.
"I understand I've got you to thank for that, Your Grace."
She gave a polite curtsey, a bashful smile forming on her lips. "Twas nothing. I merely asked that thee be allowed to keep what armor thee didn't wish to part with. It spared some cost of materials to put armor on thy large frame, so twas not much of a fight."
Her hand traced the stitches that secured the tree design onto the emblem. "...It suits you."
It caught her hand gently, pressing it to the emblem on its breast. "That's good," it murmurs warmly, looking her over. "I'd hate to have an unsuitable crest on my tit because some highborn duchess snapped me up in my first week in Bloodhaven," it teased quietly.
"T'wouldn't do, you see. My reputation would suffer..."
"As you say, duchess," it replies, softly bumping its forehead against her before stepping back. "So what's on the agenda for today, Your Grace? Planning to introduce me at court to the other blue-bloods?"
It snickered at the thought of less understanding nobles gawping at its pendants and helm.
The Hound stood in its new chambers, securing the pieces of its new armor that it had decided to keep. As it locked the breastplate into place, a knock came from the door.
"C'mon in," it called over its shoulder, squirming as it tried to get used to the feel of the new armor.
@bloodhound-knight-c
The door opened, revealing Eira in a more luxurious dress than she tended to wear, with flowering shimmery embroidery along the hems.
"Good morrow, Hound. Pray tell, how art thou faring in thy new armor? Thou look..." she trailed off, giving him an up-down look, and smiling at the blue and green crest on the Hound's chest. "...nice."
"It's... hm." It grumbled playfully as it turned around, spreading its arms to show her how it fit with the rest of its armor. "If I'm being frank, I miss my old kit already. I'm glad I got to keep what I did, though." It tilts its head, smiling warmly behind its helm.
"I understand I've got you to thank for that, Your Grace."
She gave a polite curtsey, a bashful smile forming on her lips. "Twas nothing. I merely asked that thee be allowed to keep what armor thee didn't wish to part with. It spared some cost of materials to put armor on thy large frame, so twas not much of a fight."
Her hand traced the stitches that secured the tree design onto the emblem. "...It suits you."
It caught her hand gently, pressing it to the emblem on its breast. "That's good," it murmurs warmly, looking her over. "I'd hate to have an unsuitable crest on my tit because some highborn duchess snapped me up in my first week in Bloodhaven," it teased quietly.
"T'wouldn't do, you see. My reputation would suffer..."
