Aylaria

Species: Non-Morphic Western Dragon

     She is a non-morphic western dragoness, and stands at an impressive 18 feet 2 inches (5.51 meters) tall at the tip of her horns when her neck is held high and proud. She is a mixture of two colors: Her head and down the back and sides of her neck, extending along her back and to her four legs and out across the top and sides of her tail is a fresh green, the color of newly grown grass and budding bushes in springtime; on the underside of her neck, beginning at the soft of her chin and continuing down to her belly, and then out along the underside of her tail she is a forest-pine green, the color of the strongest and eldest of trees in the depths of winter in the north. Where the two colors meet it is not a solid and sharp barrier, rather a smooth transition and gradient from lighter living greens slowly into the deep evergreen scales. Her scales sparkle and shine, each lovingly cared for with both cleaning and polishing, making her look for all the world like a resplendent trove of emeralds on days when the sun is particularly bright. Her head is a tapered and aerodynamic muzzle, and she has a soft and look decorating her deep chocolate-brown eyes. Her neck flows like the tidal oceanic water, a sinuous and elegant shimmer underneath the sheen of overlapping scales. Like her neck, her grand tail is strong and smooth, and it is long enough at rest to curl all the way around her body and reach her own muzzle without kinking and with a few feet to spare. She has two great wings, powerful and grand though they are normally folded up by her sides. Tip to tip they measure a total of 88 feet (26.82 meters), and they are capped by a protective layer of the same fresh green scales that line her back and maw and the top of her neck and tail. Along the underside there are no scales, instead lined by a rough and sturdy membrane, the verdant pine-green of her belly coloring the tender and soft taut flesh meant for catching and pushing off of the air. She has four strong legs, though they are usually kept in a regal and royal stance in favor of a grand and inviting look more than the more common solid and bestial stance some dragons prefer. The fresh growing green colors her honed legs, practiced and athletic muscles underneath holding her with great ease.

     On each of her digitigrade paws, she sports dull gold claws, not painted but a natural growth from the keratin below. Ayla has two sets of horns, one large and one smaller set. The first are impressive like a crown, curving out to their dulled points that point in and towards her body rather than out or up. Below those larger and sturdier horns she has two smaller horns, straighter and shorter. These horns are sturdy, and the dull gold matches the color in her claws, a resplendent natural gold that sparkles ever so slightly even when not polished, though like her scales and her claws she keeps them trimmed and resplendent.

     Between the gilded crown of her horns is a green fin, beginning directly behind her eyes and curving up and out and then around down her neck, the same fresh green of the scales on her head and the top of her neck, and it continues down her neck until it comes to a stop just before it reaches her shoulders. Ornamenting the sides of her head, below those dull gold horns and behind her soft green cheeks are two dainty frills, delicate extensions marking her ears. Her sinuous and dexterous tail ends in a single spade, a shape not unlike a flowing raindrop falling from the heavens had caught and stuck on the very tip. Though it is solid bone, it is a combination of both of the greens from her scales: darker along the core of the spade and lighter as it reaches out to the edges. It is decorated with a beautiful inscription that looks like the true and untamed wildfires of the highlands, the burning spirit behind it a faint echo of the ignited heart beating within her chest. Like some western dragons, her forepaws are mostly prehensile, as well as her tail, allowing her to pick up and do complex tasks with either as is required. In all things, this dragoness is gentle and slow, her movements and machinations defined by some as glacial in their travels. She has a look in her eyes of wisdom, and the shape of her body gives the distinct impression even before her musical voice alights the air that this is a feminine dragon. Her every motion is deliberate and delicate, her steps soft and withdrawn and her body as welcoming as possible. On her breath is the scent of fresh mint, the natural breath of a dragon repressed and hidden beneath a far more welcoming aroma, and her scales taste of the spicy sharp mint and cinnamon soap she uses to clean her scales. When her maw is spread open, either in a yawn or something more, it reveals the plush pink expanse within. The soft carpet of her strong forked tongue decorates the bottom of that maw, a rippling slick organ wet with saliva and leading to the tantalizing abyss that is her throat. She sports sharp carnivorous teeth, each a bright white and sparkling as cleanly as her scales themselves.

            Description and Demeanor

     Ayla's voice is best described as deeply musical, flowing like a river. She's not afraid to express herself, and regardless of why someone comes her den she'll make it a point to talk to them. Despite being a tad naive, she's very playful and open with her company. She'll often go so far as to tease her counterpart, and is quite happy to find someone to laugh with. Like many other dragons, she does not abide by people attempting to steal from her. In most cases, she'll take it as an affront to her hospitality, only in the case of a someone to her reckoning to be completely lost will she go so far as to devour them. If they show her any trace of kindness, however, she is more likely to simply leave the morsel with the nearest city for judgement based on their crime. She makes it very clear what will happen if they try to come back. At heart Ayla is a kind and gentle spirit, and she seeks to prove that even though she looks imposing and dangerous, she is definitely not.

            Important Background Information

     Aylaria is a nomad, traveling to see the world through the lenses of its towns, adventurers, and cities that all dotted it. As most of these cities are human or anthro populated, the sight of a dragon like her invariably caused panic. She announces her presence firmly to the leader or mayor of each town or city as she comes to stay nearby, and express that she does not want trouble or sacrifices. Rather, she just wants to speak to those who would care to converse with a traveler. Her very presence brings all sorts to her cave: thieves looking to plunder her horde, to warriors looking to make a name for themselves, to villagers looking to ask her to leave, to the rare few who accept her hospitable invitation. Often enough, however, the village mayor or chief will omit her invitation to the villagers, out of understandable mistrust.

            Her Ongoing Story
Aylaria has met one of such great wisdom and kindness, of such generosity and purity, that she fell headfirst into the deepest throes of love and adulation for her truest mate of her soul Tenebray. Such is her wellspring of emotion for this dragon that her heart has been stolen to become his own, that his heart has entered her chest and begun to beat in unison as one with hers, that her love may never fade or diminish yet keep growing as the two become more entangled with the other. He has the depth and purity of her noble heart, her greatest care that she would give to no other. She has his love, his adulation and honor of his deepest trust in her. They are together in honor of each other, until they have no more to give and the stars cease to shine. Such is the depth of their boundless sea of love that these paltry words only show the beginnings of its passage, the truest beauties of which cannot be expressed in mere words.

For role playing purposes, Aylaria only permanently devours people she finds truly detestable. Irredeemable ruffians, unswayable fame hungry knights, corrupt leaders, and the like. For these like, she would not use her necklace to bring them back, thinking the world better off with them contributing to it as food. This is rare in and of itself, as the player much prefers a more emotional and friendly sort of vore - this fact is only established to show more about her character than anything else.

For our purposes, she will swallow her friends whole, though generally after the lovely bits of conversation. After all, what is a meal without the effort? I very much enjoy vore as an act of safekeeping and trust, and anything different does not mesh well with this dragoness. If one wishes to ask it of her, they might even entrust her with more than just a simple swallow - to digest and enjoy them, should the inclination and friendship arise to such a level. Above all, for such an act one must keep in mind that reformation is almost a must (implied is fine, if you don't like in-scene sorts of things) but, it is important to remember that the player prefers the softer and gentler side of things. ((I have nothing against grab and gulp scenarios - they're just not for this particular character. Rather than a simple vorno, her interactions should be inspired by rhyme and reason. Seduction, friendship, wants, desires - they're all things that get you ins with the dragoness. Simply approaching her like meat or treating her like a wild beast are not much appreciated at all.))

Simple conversational or social roleplays are also much appreciated and enjoyed! They can also serve as a platform for future encounters, and possible vore~
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Regarding unbirth, or sexual activities with the dragones - neither is out of the question! Nevertheless, either requires a more in depth relation ship between the two characters. She needs an actual reason to be intimate with your character, not some trumped up excuse! Consider it an extension of the emotional vore above, and form a deeper relationship with the dragoness.these are unfortunately out of the question. Aylaria is content in having only one mate, and she is now taken by the truest purity of love for another. Basically, only normal oral vore is an option with her now, the only exception to which is her dearest one. Under no circumstances will this character either instigate or be part of unwilling sexual activity.
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Regarding colors of chat:
Dark Green and Green
Pink and Light Blue

They hold little to no significance! If this confuses you, feel free to ask me for clarification.
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An alt of Emberell