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Manea



Manea

Elysium
Advisor

Expert Fighter (204)

Master Hunter (260)

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age
7 Years
gender
Female
gems
91
size
Dire wolf
build
Light
posts
608
player
Shelby

Samhain 2022Statue 2 WorshipThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 3Ooh La LaPride - Bisexual
07-25-2021, 11:54 PM
Manea lowered her paw once the stranger seemed to spot her from across the stretch of prairie and waited as she moved closer, the details of the dainty woman becoming more clear as she neared the cave. Blonde and white with striking berry hued eyes, the little fae was at least pleasant on the eyes. She watched as her guest came in and escaped from the rain, a small smile pulling across her lips at the thanks she was given. "You're quite welcome." Manea waited as the woman moved across the small cave to shake some of the water out of her coat, her aqua eyes roaming over the woman's slender form while she did so. The striped markings that covered her legs were intriguing at least and her features were fair and feminine. She knew it would be incredibly easy to break this poor girl like a twig, but she didn't want to ruin her fun so quickly.

She chuckled softly as she was given more thanks once she came back to sit across from her, mentioning a hope that she wasn't intruding on her home. "No need to worry, this is just a temporary shelter, I assure you. I was caught by this storm the same as you." She followed the girl's gaze when she noticed her glancing away, noticing that she was looking off toward the remains of the prong horn she had already had her fill of. "Help yourself," she offered with a tip of her horned head, crossing her front paws one over the other with a smirk. "There's more than I'll finish in one sitting anyway." That gave her plenty of time to continue enjoying this woman with a gaze filled with a hunger of a different kind, though not quite as ravenous as she had been the night she captured that other pudgy girl. This woman was far more delicate and desirable, so much so she almost didn't want to break her.

"What is your name, darling?" she asked once the woman had settled in with her meal, aqua eyes curious while a smirk continued to linger on her lips. If nothing else she had certainly found a decent bit of entertainment for the storm that tore and battered at the world outside.

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