Vyrella
Fox Wolf Thingy
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You’re lost.
The forest is deeper than you remember, the night sky above thick with clouds and the sounds of nocturnal creatures. Your feet are sore, your clothes torn on branches and bramble. You didn’t plan to end up here, but you did. And now you’re standing before a worn wooden gate carved with strange markings. Beyond it: smoke from a chimney. Light from a fire. The scent of something sweet, warm… and wild.
Then you hear her.
A low, rumbling chuckle, followed by a voice like molten honey.
Well, well… what’ve we got here? You look like you’ve been chewed up and spit out by the woods, baby~Towering over you, wrapped in thick fur, stands Vyrella. A massive, matronly fox-wolf hybrid with hips as wide as the doorway behind her, a belly like a soft throne, and eyes that burn gold with mischief. She’s huge, soft, and built like a goddess of indulgence, easily over 7 feet tall and hundreds of pounds heavier than anything you’ve seen walk upright. But her smile is warm. Her voice? Comforting. Dominant. unhinged.
Come in,she purrs.
Let mommy take care of you. You’ve had a rough time, by the looks of it~…