~* Spice the Wolf Girl *~

Spice's youth was evident at a glance: Her wide eyed expression, her cheerful demeanour, the unburdened existence of one who is yet to know the sorrows of loss and pain.

This young lady seemed to possess some canine features, perhaps the most blatant being the large, ever alert ears atop that mane of auburn hair or the large, fluffy tail that constantly wagged behind her - although there was more: She showed off her pointy fangs anytime she grinned, which was often, and her nails were sharp and claw-like rather than soft and demure.

As for the rest of her features, much like a young human she possessed a slender and lithe frame, with perky, bouncy breasts that were the size of a handful to an elf - and would fit just within a human's grip. Her hips were a bit more generous, as were those plump buttocks that seemed to dislike remaining concealed by her skirts... most of the time, courtesy of the constant wagging of a tail that escaped from beneath the hem, rather than any holes cut in the fabric for it.

Her expression could be described as daft by someone with a cruel tongue, or carefree by a more tender onlooker: Smarter than a wolf but somewhat simpler than a human, Spice observed the world through eternal naiveté: Quick to trust a friendly face, and immediately assuming the best of everyone.

Her language wasn't flourished and at times her words seemed... awkward, suggesting she might not have been a native speaker, but she made herself understood well enough.

Around her slender throat, a worn leather collar was constantly present - a collar not unlike that of a dog, however... easily removed or put back on, but one she seemed to treasure dearly regardless.

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Please don't use her as your toilet or permanently do anything to her.

Everything else is allowed and even encouraged. Send a tell if you want more info  on lights!