{Name}: Xythari
{Rank}: Adept
{Race}: Eredar
{Gender}: Shemale
{Height}: 6'11"
{Build}: Junoesque, Callipygian

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'She said nothing as one of those lovely hands slithered down my spine; her fingers gripped my tail with a surprising firmness, dragging it upwards away from my flesh.
My back arched a little, as I feared pain. None came; instead I felt something thick, fleshy and blunt squeeze up between my now presented buttocks.

"Man'ari! Please..." My voice quavered.

Her lips softly brushed over my skin, as she let her other hand yank back my horns, turning my ear towards her silken purr.

"Swiggity swooty.." She murmured. Then she came for that booty.'

{Description}: -

The sickly fel glow of luminous eyes sweeps over you with an palpable sense of glee. Her dark, silken hair spills frrom the crown of her head, tumbling down over her shoulders to frame exotic, alien features. High cheekbones and full lips - usually pooched into a some ineffable pout - provide her with the foundation of a regal countenance.
Those eyes are almond shaped and rather large, yet not so much that you find yourself disturbed so much as intrigued. At the corners of those glowing pools; webbing out across the skin like a crack in porcelain, it almost appears as if that green energy has created tiny fissures in the flesh, from which spill little god-rays of emerald light in a gentle pulse; mirroring the beat of her heart.

Her neck is swanlike and occasionally adorned with gems that match the green essense that flickers on much of her equipment. Beneath her torso is athletic and toned, less of a warrior's build - more akin to a dancer. Large, heavy breasts fill out her chest in a distracting swell, the Eredar seems to take a great pleasure in squeezing them into corsets  or attire that accentuate the red mounds to tempt the passing eye.
Beneath her waist pulls in, not ludacrously hourglassed; that muscle created pleasant abs for the sweep of gentle fingers to enjoy.
Her hips a broad and matronly, her backside thick, and perhaps the most distracting element of her immediate appearance. The juicy, firm bubble almost begged for the clap of a palm.
At the apex of her thick, equinal thighs however, was something twisted towards the demonic. If the red skin, and smouldering  eyes weren't testament enough to the corruptive nature of the Burning Legion; then the wrist-thick, perpetually swaying equine  cock between those shapely thighs was certainly a clue. At it's base, a pair of large, apple-sized balls swayed in a hairless, leathery pouch; an acrid fel scent might hint at their vile potence.
Her thigh, like all over her race were thick with muscle, shapely and tapered all the the way down to that digitigrade knee, letting the heavy clack of hooves beneath match the rythem of her hips as the swayed. Her tail chasing the motion as she went about her business.

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If you aren't comfortable with such a crossover of fantasy settings, then I'm quite happy to play Xythari as a fiend of some sort, corrupted from an exotic race of Spelljamming Space-Goats. But, let's be clear; she's an Eredar.

{OOC}:

Greens: Draenei, Buttstuff, Rough Sex, Mean Banter/Dirty Talking, Messy Oral,  Huge Penetrations, Perverse Bulges, Cum Play, Cervical Penetration, Nastiness, Addictions, Seedy Locales, Slut Training, Bimbofication,  Breath Control, Ear Pulling, Hair Tugging, Monsters and Primal Races (Lizardmen, Orcs, Minotaurs), Pseudo-Fantasy Races (Space-Goats, Starfinder Races), Extra-Planar Races (Demons, Devils, Angels, Fey),  Watersports/Marking, Scent Play, Branding/Tattoos, Toys, Corruption...E.T.C

Reds:  Poop, Gore, Vore, Infantilism, Thirsty Tells (If you can't make the effort to interract ICly, I'm not down to bone.)

If you have any standard queries or want to talk though, that's fine! Just know if I'm busy, I probably won't reply to idle banter; muh immersions