"Please... N-no carrots..."

Name: Maria
Race: Human (werelaquine)
Age: Early 20s
Height: 5'4"
Weight: Shapely
Skin: Tanned
Hair: Dark
Eyes: Red

    This girl would be rather unremarkable if not for two quite obvious oddities.

    The first, but certainly not most pressing, would be her state of dress. Or rather, her lack there of. The woman barely wears anything, save for rags draped over her hips, giving her some slight modicu of modesty. As such, her full figure is quite often on full display. While not of impressive height, she is of rather impressive figure. Her hips are broad, padded quite nicely with a thick layer of chub that gives not only the chain supporting her scant rags plenty to of support, but also quite the jiggle to her thighs and rump when she steps. Said rump is barely covered at all, those full globes rolling against one another whenever she moves.

    This, naturally, leaves her upper half quite exposed. Her skin, while softly tanned from a life outdoors, is also somewhat dirty. Seems a life on the streets affords her little opportunity to bathe. Her unclean state does little to detract from her much more generous assets, the girl's bosom was rather massive. The weight and heft of each mound giving her breasts a bit of sag, but their fullness kept them from becoming too oblong. Each soft globe was capped off by a thick, dark nipple, surrounded by slightly rougher skin.

    The only other article of 'clothing' the girl seemed to possess was an iron collar clasped firmly about her neck, a short length of broken chain dangling from it, often finding itself wedged between her breasts. Was she an escaped slave? That would surely explain her unwashed, disheveled state. Should one attempt to remove her collar, the girl seemed quite adamant that it remain, even fearful of it being removed.

    This brings us to the girl's face, and what may perhaps be the biggest oddity about her. While her face was pretty, if dirty, and her messy hair somewhat charming, it was her starkly red eyes and the enormous rabbit-like ears that drew the most attention. Those long aural appendages sprouting from her head were quite real, graced with soft, short white fur.

    Even more peculiar was her behavior. The girl seemed to avoid confrontation and excitement whenever she could, presenting quite the shy demeanor to others. While not rude, she seemed to avoid the possibility of conflict, often staying away from the crowd, even if that meant sticking to the gutter. Even more strange, she seemed to have some aversion to carrots....

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Race: Werelaquine
Height: 9 feet
Weight: Massive
Fur: White


    This beast was... quite odd. Not too dissimilar to the werewolves the peasants said prowled the woods beyond the city walls. But at the same time, it was quite different.

    A hulking figure to be sure, muscled and bulky, with arms seeming far too long and sinuous for even it's huge form, the coat of soft white fur seemed less suited to stalking the dark forests and more a shocking display of ferocity.

    It's enormous hands, more than enough to palm a human's head, ended in sharp, slightly curved claws, suited to both rending and digging. The beast's feet were simply huge, massive paws that seemed longer than they needed to be, giving the creature a lopping, hopping gait. It's legs were muscular and thick, supporting broad hips. From behind, a short tail sprouted above it's rump, little more than a thick tuft of soft fur.

    From it's mop of messy, dark hair, the beast's ears sprouted. They were huge, so long they draped over it's back, flopping about with it's motions like those of a rabbit's. It's eyes seemed to glow red, like burning rubies. A short muzzle made up the rest of the creature's face, two fluffy cheeks that terminated in a small, black, twitching nose.

    Perhaps most shocking, though, the beast's chest was not only graced by two simply enormous breasts, the massive mounds having trapped between them a length of chain, leading up to a thick iron collar. But between it's huge, muscular thighs was a simply titanic equine sheath. The thick flesh of that pouch often pulled back, exposing a length of pink flesh enough to make a draft stallion jealous. Jostling below that enormous rod was a velvety sack, strained around two orbs each the size of a man's head, no doubt churning with the beast's musky seed...

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Lore Skill 30 or Higher
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    Werelaquines are a very rare, very odd breed of lycanthrope. Like other lycanthropes, they are individuals afflicted with a transformation into animalistic beasts, often far beyond the individual's control.

    Where as many are familiar with cases of werewolves or weretigers, werelaquines are a case of chimeric transformations. The features of such a transformation are predominantly those of some sort of large rabbit, however the creature's sexual organs are far more equine in nature, always taking the form of a disproportionately large equine phallus.  

    Another oddity is that only women seems to be afflicted with this particular strain of lycanthropy. This further complicates things for the afflicted individual, for while retain their feminine features, they also content with not only a masculine appendage, but urges as well.

    While not as aggressive or violent as the far more common werewolf, werelaquines do pose a significant danger in one way. Like rabbits, werelaquines are voracious breeders. When not faces with an immediate threat, a transformed werelaquine will invariably seek to breed, finding nearly any individual a suitable mate. Indeed, there have been unconfirmed accounts of even men becoming host to a werelaquine's brood.

    Also like rabbits, werelaquines are very prone to siring multiple births. A victim of a werelaquine attack may find themselves looking forward to as many as six children at a time, each with a high chance of being born a werelaquine as well.

    Thankfully, unlike other lycanthropes, werelaquines do not appear to be contagious. The only known instances of werelaquines arising either from being born with the affliction, or the result of some sort of curse. It's not known if the affliction can be cured by any magical or mundane means like other lycanthropes, however the application of cold-wrought iron seems to have a suppressive affect on the condition. Conversely, carrots seem to exasperate the condition, often provoking a transformation in afflicted individuals.

    Werelaquine semen has seen use in both potions and as spell components. Such uses include potions to promote fertility and virility, endurance, agility, as well as spells of communication with woodland animals.
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