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The alarm did not wake me so much as it gave me permission to begin the duty that had been waiting for me. The gentle tinkling of bells – quiet enough so as not to wake the other occupants of the house a floor above – were swiftly silenced by my fingers. The clock was archaic, an old wind-up model that was styled to your tastes, though it had likely been years since you'd lain eyes on it, sequestered as it was in my personal quarters off the kitchen. There was no digital clock to bathe the darkened room in crimson light, and no cellphone to ruin my sleeping habits. In fact, save for the hairdryer that had been hardwired into the wall, there were no electronics of any kind. A lady's maid had

Good evening. I hope this message finds you well. I'll be sending this as both a chat and DM, to ensure that it's not lost to Reddit's atrocious coding.

My favorite animals are either wolves or owls, I can never decide which. Either represents the image of a hunter stealthily stalking through a snowy wood -- lovely, dark and deep -- that I am so fond of. I know you didn't ask a specific question in your most recent prompt, but I felt the need to show that I've read your past work thoroughly before responding.

It's been a full day since you've posted looking for a writing partner, and I've been smitten with your doe Adeline ever since I found her character profile. Sadly I'm working overti

My name is Tyvion varn Durnstead. My bannerlord is Elucion vos Carngeth the Fourth. My company: the Silver Winds, 4th Battalion. My rank upon the termination of my service: Destrier.

And I am a slave.

Oh, the Humans do not call me such, not to my face. But you can see the truth of it behind their dishonest smiles and empty promises. False courtesy does not extend to their eyes, you see. It's a Human weakness, and our greatest weapon when dealing with them. At least, while off the battlefield.

The cacophonous sounds and odors of this foreign city assault my senses, setting me on edge. I paw anxiously at the tiled floors of the palace. My steel-clad hooves feel out of place on w

My name is Tyvion varn Durnstead. My bannerlord is Elucion vos Carngeth the Fourth. My company: the Silver Winds, 4th Battalion. My rank upon the termination of my service: Destrier.

And I am a slave.

Oh, the Humans do not call me such, not to my face. But you can see the truth of it behind their dishonest smiles and empty promises. False courtesy does not extend to their eyes, you see. It's a Human weakness, and our greatest weapon when dealing with them. At least, while off the battlefield.

The cacophonous sounds and odors of this foreign city assault my senses, setting me on edge. I paw anxiously at the tiled floors of the palace. My steel-clad hooves feel out of place on w