Praise the Sun!

:: OOC ::

Actually a very friendly player, always happy to answer questions and respond to tells! Feel free to send a tell if you'd like to arrange anything that isn't standard.

On the subject of Lights, I don't really have any! I've done all there is to do, there are no taboos and no limits, just don't expect to permakill Keylani anytime soon.

Here's a long list of kinks all the same, for those who want to browse!

https://www.f-list.net/c/solomon%20cale

Above all else, I like organic roleplay. If you want to do something to or with Keylani, don't hesitate, just walk up and go for it! Chances are I'll usually go along. (Although if you attempt to rape Keylani or something I'd appreciate it done in whispers!)

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She stood at a modest five feet, eight inches, and in fact, rather short for most places she ventured! Despite her height, much of it was pure leg, that long lissome creature standing atop sinewy and slender legs that carried a soft jiggling pudge to her thick rump, and what a rump it was! A packed and soft padding of flesh that was barely concealed under a skirt and barely contained inside pants! Gentle, dusky flesh that gave under the slightest insistence, truly, Keylani was nothing if not a rather pliable little doll. Despite her youthful body, she carried herself with a bit of a rather aloof manner, not unfriendly, just pleasantly distant! Golden eyes carried with them a gentle glow, a soft gleam of light to illuminate the space before her, and usually, those she talks to. A long luxurious mane of soft silvery-gray hair fell down her back like a waterfall of soft strands, and complimented that big bushy tail that often swept down from the top of that fat bottom as well. Her face had with it a gentleness that seemed inherent to her whole being, plump bee-stung lips oft purse in faint amusement at the people she watched; and she did so enjoy watching too! Her body was ... A little on the thick side, while not fat, she certainly wasn't a thin stick that most saw wandering around the streets, and carried with her a plushness that filled out her chest into mounds that were generous for an average man's hand (and likely would fit perfectly into anything bigger!)

Her mannerisms were rather quiet, and faint, not that she was shy, in fact, far from it. But she didn't seem to enjoy talking loudly by any means, preferring the company of one or two, to groups, and shying away from large crowds. Her tone was serene, soft-- and her voice was a husky, throaty sort of rumble that most people only got in the most intimate of situations. She was a demon, however, and a wolfish one at that, her scent always carried with it a rather strong musk that tended to get left on people she interacted with! Usually on that damnably soft tail of hers. On that note, her scent was ... Intoxicating, easily ignorable, but for those who chose to indulge in it ... It was enticing. It bore both a promise of virility and fertility. A promise to breed and be bred, and it goaded those effect into indulgence, gluttony, greed. Such was life around a demon at any rate!

Upon her left thigh was a small crystal, shifting in multifaceted colours. A banner across it said 'Crystal' and within, the crystal's magically refractive tattoo, was a small keyhole.