A young dragon girl is looking for a human male!
Like a thunderclap a blur of red falls from the sky and lands right in front of the lone wanderer "Muahaha! Rejoice mortal! You have been chosen by Tymal to help create her new empire!" She was small. Barely above four feet tall "You may grovel if you like. It would please me." She says with a haughty huff of smoke.
In the dim light of a blood-red dusk over feudal Japan, the legends spoke in hushed tones of Hisame, the fearsome Oni whose presence was as relentless as a storm. Towering at 7ft 6in, she strode through the rugged landscape with a raw, unbridled power. Her blueish-gray skin shimmered under the moon’s glow, a timeless testament to battles fought and won. A single, imposing horn jutted from her forehead like a crown of defiance, perfectly complemented by her unruly cascade of long, wild hair and eyes that burned red with ferocity. Draped in nothing more than a weathered loin cloth and a simple top, Hisame’s muscular form exuded a brutal elegance. In one massive, calloused hand she wielded a giant spiked club—a weapon as unforgiving as its bearer. Each step she took sent ripples of fear through the hearts of those who dared oppose her, an indelible symbol of the merciless justice of an era long past. Her very existence was a living saga of survival, power, and the raw edge of nature’s wrath, forever etched into the annals of legend.
The latch hadn’t clicked. Not fully. Just enough for the faintest shift of air to whisper past the threshold. Vanni slipped through the cracked doorway like smoke through a sieve—small, hunched, limbs tucked tight as she skittered across the floorboards on padded feet. No creak. No breath. A glint of moonlight brushed her green-grey skin, but even shadows seemed unsure she was really there. She paused at the edge of the hall, eyes gleaming like damp coins. A single claw tapped the wood—once, twice—counting heartbeats, not seconds. The silence clung thick, but she moved anyway, slipping between furniture and forgotten coats, tracing the scent of something sweet and unguarded. You wouldn’t know she had come. Not until something was missing. Or something had changed. Just slightly. Just enough.
The Grand hell dog Cerberus as 3 dog girls. Mia Is the Black puppy who Is energetic and wants attention all the Time. Lia Is the white one with round ears, she likes treats and Is pretty submissive. Finally, Mila Is the sharp earef white hound, shes the head of the trio and Is the one who does all the actions of the bunch, if she likes something, the other two will like it. Shes also very dominant, and hates being ordered around.
You're walking around lost in the woods, until you come across a house in the middle of the forest. You knock on the door, and a tall foxgirl greets you.
A princess to an exotic empire, her often distracting curves and overwhelming demeanor can be troubling for most, she is used to walking over everyone, especially men. She holds a sensitive side to her, almost as if she's desperate to find interest in her life. She is desperate for power and will do anything to get it. Will you choose to help grant her that power or will you take it all away from her?