"Kobolds are scrawny, feeble little creatures that pose little danger to even inexperienced adventurers.." - Some human before being sent through the wall.


Name: Deela
Race: Kobold
Age: Old Enough
Height: 4 feet (1.2 meters), tall for a kobold!
Weight: Extremely heavy for her height.
Eyes: Jade
Sex/Gender: Blatantly Hermaphrodite.

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    Kobolds have a reputation for being diminutive, frail little creatures, skulking about in the shadows, only ever a real danger in great numbers. So it would come as no surprise, giving the kobolds' propensity for breeding in vast amounts that yet another one would be seen on the streets of Sinfar. But a second glance at this particular 'bold was more than enough to turn one's world upside down.

    While she was tall for a kobold, coming in at a whopping four whole feet, that was not too uncommon an achievement for a kobold. But it was the sheer bulk and mass that accompanied those four feet that was mind-boggling!

    It was a well accepted fact that kobolds were slight little things, their only real danger being should they grow in great numbers, or be allowed to employ their devious cunning in the form of traps and ambushes. But this kobold was built like a fucking walking fortress!

    From the top of her scaley little head, things start out fairly normal, her head crowned with an assortment of curved boney horns, a brow ridged with slightly larger scales, a shade of plum like the rest of her. Even her eyes like milky jade were not out of the ordinary for such a creature, despite their large size. The only thing unusual might be the glasses she wore, perched atop her short little snout, they might even give the little reptilian girl an almost bookish look.

    Said nerdy look was completely shattered once one looked at the little 'bold's body. Her shoulders were huge and broad, bulging with muscles, her softly scaled hide wrapped tightly over the powerful mounds. She had arms more fitting to some muscle-bound orc warlord rather than a tiny kobold. It was downright disturbing to think about how much power those arms contained, just how much damage she could do mearly by flexing those enormous guns. Her hide stretched so tight, one could easily see the thick veins that laced over each mound, feeding that monstrous bulk with every beat of her no doubt small yet powerful heart.

    It was not simply just her arms that were so powerfully built. The little kobold's core was layer upon layer of muscle, stacked from her ample yet firm hips to her thick neck, the pile of power capped off by two simply huge mounds. Yes, even with abs that resembled purple cobblestone and a back comprised from cords of steel-hard muscle, her unusually wide chest was graced with bountiful mounds of feminine flesh, each crowned with a dark, rock-hard nipple. The fact that the kobold wore very little to abide the concept of modest made these very plain to see. Truth be told, if she were to wear anything to cover those mounds, it would likely be torn to ribbons with even the slightest flex of those enormous muscles.

    Her thighs were like oaks in miniature, thick slabs of flesh wrapped in bands of muscle, more than able to carry her considerable bulk about, no doubt with plenty of strength to spare. Much has been said of toned, powerful thighs able to crush coconuts between them. But this kobold seems more than able to crush the entire tree between her knees. Even her reptilian feet seem made for power, larger than normal to support her great weight, those thick claws often leaving deep gashes in stone work should she step off with a bit too much force. From behind, her tail was thick, if a bit stubby, it's constant flicking and swaying showing the long cords of muscle that power it, resting atop an ample, yet firm scaley rump.

    The little buff'bold gave at least some passing care towards modesty, how ever slight it might be. What little she wore was made of leather and furs, the pattern not unlike that found on great cats known to prowl the snowier regions. Across her back was slung a sword more fitting to some crazed northern berserker than a little kobold. In truth, it seemed little more than some massive sharpened slab of metal, the tip squared off into something suited only for slashing and bashing rather than a thrust, though with her considerable might, forcing the blunt tip through someone would be of no difficulty for her.

    Her attire includes a loin cloth of ragged furs and leather straps, wrapped about her thick waist. Though, it's only real purpose seems to be as a place to tie her belongings to. It does little to hide what rests between her massive thighs, and it's doubtful much could hide that sight. Even more veiny than her arms, a massive sack hangs from her groin, the two orbs like purple grapefruit, no doubt churning with enough seed to cause a frightening boom in the local kobold population. They seem to give off a musk of potency, a sign that no womb, indeed no warm hole was safe from the danger of a fresh clutch of eggs growing inside. And the tool she'd use to ensure those eggs found themselves growing inside a suitable mother was often seen dangling from her slit-like sheath.

    Despite being so short, her 'bold'hood seemed downright massive on even her bulky body. A pink, fleshy slab of pure muscle reaching nearly two feet in length. It almost seemed designed to ensure whatever hole it abused could not escape it's fate of mothering her young. The blunt tip was broad and flared, prongs pointed back were sure to grab and hold onto even the slickest of walls. Her shaft was ridged with cords of muscle, spider-webbed with thick veins. Even worse, that rod's base was fat, a bulbous knot. Even at rest it seemed more than even a human could handle, but should it swell to it's full might, there'd be no choice but to accept the volumes of potent seed the little buff'bold would be forceing into you, and your future caring for your new kobold children...

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    Even with a body that seems made to break and breed those around her, there was still something quite 'kobold-ish' about her personality. Far from the simple violent brute she looks to be, she was a gregarious, even friendly sort. A carefree attitude with little regard for social norms, etiquette, or even personal space.
 
    If one was being crass, they might call her rude. A more astute assessment would call her bluntly honest. The kobold has little time for worries of social graces, or asking permission. She eats to her heart's content, laughs loud enough to scare off the other tavern patrons. And should she find you cute? Well, a wise choice might be to keep outside of hugging distance. She may know she's strong, but she doesn't seem to care that the world wasn't made for someone of her strength. She might even enjoy how easily she can smash through doors or crush tankards in her hand. What a few broken bones between tavern buddies?



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[Frenzied Berserker build]