ardent

oh um...hi dad?



Ophelia

Loner

Master Healer (240)

Expert Fighter (167)

An icon representing the specialty Fitness Coach Fitness Coach

age
5 Years
gender
Female
gems
185
size
Medium
build
Obese
posts
250
player
Ali

Samhain 2022Statue 3 WorshipPride - LesbianAll Oozed OutThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 1
How many times do I have to teach you a lesson?! UnderachieverBy the skin of my teethOverachieverSnake EyesCritical Fail!
12-16-2021, 08:42 PM

Ophie was hungry, snarfing down the remains of a washed up seal carcass when she heard her Father and Warlord call out for her. Strings of flesh and fat dangled from her muzzle as her ears flitted back, her coat brownish from bloodstains and mud, contributing to her usual state of stink and ickiness. Since everyone had been recovering as of late she'd mostly been left to her own devices, but from the bursts of activity around these parts she knew the Warlord didn't intend for this to be a status quo, that he'd want to talk about how she could contribute best.

Swallowing thickly, Ophie offered the seal one last look of longing. She wasn't done and wasn't even close to full yet, but she knew her Father wasn't the sort to keep waiting. That if she pushed her luck he'd get mad, might even raise his voice.

Toddling along as fast as her pudge would allow, she slowed to a walk as the looming figure of her sire came into view. He looked as strong as ever, like nothing could stop him. Strong and slim, all refined muscle and confidence whilst Ophie was...just Ophie. Any steps she'd made at betterment had quickly fallen to the wayside after she'd gotten sick and now she was better she'd fallen back into old habits. Eager to soothe away old wounds and worries, like the void inside of her could be filled by food.

She made a point of looking at him, not shying away from his gaze. But heck it was hard."Um hello. You need me, maybe?"

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