Name: Lokaidis
Aliases: Lok
Age: 346
Race: Leonal
Origin: Celestia
Physical age: 20’s
Sex: Male
Height: 7’ 2"
Weight: 287 lbs
Body: An anthro-morphic lion with a huge, broad frame, rippling with muscles. His wide shoulders give way to a broad chest and chiseled abdominal with a slight V-cant, following down his body he has large thighs giving way to backwards canted knee’s and heavily muscled calves, hinting at capabilities of massive bursts of speed. His legs end in large pawed feet that usually go uncovered and can mask his approach to all but the most attentive. Extending from his broad shoulders are long thick arms, covered in a tawny blonde blanket of fur his large hands sport a human-like four fingers and a thumb, however he can extend his fingernails into short but sharp claws.

Naughty Bits: Hanging down from between his thighs is a veiny shaft of considerable length and girth. Slight more than a foot when erect and about a 1/3rd of that when flaccid it is a fairly normal looking shaft and head aside from a knot of flesh near the base, beneath his member hang two swollen testes. Nearly the size of baseballs and capable of manufacturing huge amounts a spunk they sway side to side gently as he walks.

Skin Color: Tawny Yellow
Complexion: His fur is short like a buzz cut, covering his arms, shoulder,upper chest, lower thighs and all his calves, only his lower pectorals, abdomen, pelvis and upper thighs are uncovered by fur.

Hair Shape: Shaggy Mane
Eyes: Golden ovals with a slight angle upwards
Scent: A pleasant masculine, earthy scent
Alignment: Lawful Good
Religion: Tormtar (Torm)
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

History: Lokaidis was an Angel in service to Torm, one of the powerful Agathions, an Angel of Battle. He served his lord unquestioningly and courageously, vanquishing many fiends, demons and devils in the war against the Hells and other Evil Deities both leading his brethren and alone, his axe and he were a force to be reckoned with among the heights of the heavens and depths of the hells. So meteoric was his rise that he attracted the attention of an Arch-Demoness, laying a trap for the valiant Angel she lay in wait until her plans were set in motion and Lok was sent to dispatch her coven of lesser fiends and devils. Upon arriving at the den of her coven, Lok immediately realized the trap as he saw the Arch-Demoness on her throne surrounded by her legion of minions but it was already too late as the portal he had traveled through was closing behind him. Snarling he raised his greataxe and flexed his wings, propelling himself into combat with a celestial battle cry on his lips. Fell-handed he was as he laid about with his axe, the edge cutting down demon, devil and fiend alike their weapons unable to pierce his silvered armor. He chanted prayers of power as he slaughtered his way through the lesser horde, a glow beginning to shine from his weapon and body, his eyes glowing with angelic power. He had worked his way through the fodder and was now encountering the Demoness’ lieutenants, while not his equal they were not the easy victories he had a few seconds ago, each encounter leaving a mark or two on his armor.  As he cut down another Glabrezu suddenly the crush of demonic bodies lifted and he was left standing in a circle filled with the melting corpses of his slain foes, he had not won however, it seemed the demoness had grown tired of her underlings flailing.

She descended from her throne languorously, smiling at him insidiously. “I hope you haven’t grown tired just yet, I was hoping for a bit of entertainment for myself” she said, her voice strangely melodious.  His reply was to bare his fangs and snarl at her, following a moment later with a flying, leaping attack. His axe clanged against the floor as she evaded him easily and struck just as quickly, her talons cutting through his armor like paper and gouging into his side as he hissed in pain and spun striking out at her too slowly again. He launched himself at her again, hopelessly out-classed and out-gunned but determined nonetheless, his axe cut air again. They continued this dance for a minute, Lok attacking furiously but always the Demoness dancing out of reach and whittling the mighty Angel down with slashing attacks. Finally, bleeding from hundreds of gashes Lok fell to one knee, his blood soaking the ground beneath him, his armor in tatters, his axe clattering to the rocks beside him, spitting a last curse at the demoness he fell forward, only to be caught and laid back gently by his foe. “Oh no, not yet my dear Angel; I’m not finished with you just yet, killing you would be a waste of a show. No, no, no I have much more planned for you.”

The demoness whispered into his ear, ripping the remnants of his armor from him, she ran her hands along his body, using her power to heal his wounds, and the ripping his power from him, stripping him of his link to his god and with it his Angelic essence. In his horror he felt himself becoming mortal, as the Demoness continued her work he began to feel his body wracked in pain and then a completely different feeling as he felt something growing between his legs, first a shaft, and then two sphere’s enclosed in skin. The pleasure sky-rocketing to near unbearable heights and then suddenly disappearing entirely as the demoness finished her work, grasping the limp, naked Lion by the nape of his neck she dragged him up and opened a portal, smiling and whispering “Have fun, I’ll be watching” then laughing and casting him through the portal and into unconsciousness.

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