ETA ::Profile (Iaira)

Species: Centaur
Age: 17
Weight: ~1200 lbs
Height: 7'9''
Hair: Auburn
Eyes: Green
Build: Average
Skin: Dark
Fur:Creamy white

Setting: Iaira is part of the Caeldon setting.
Appearance

Towering over pretty much any regular human, centaurs are an impressive sight to behold even if they're not the most physically impressive like Iaira, who is nowhere near as muscular as the typical image of the centaur warrior with spear and bow in full armor that makes people step back and out of the way. Dressed in a green dress with lots of ornate stitching on her green dress with a sash that reaches all the way down between her front legs. She does carry herself with a certain grace and self assurance like nobility, but generally has a friendly demeanor which is not the norm among centaurs.

Story

Centaurs, nomadic people living in tribes, skilled archers, in tune with nature at home in the plains and forest, known to be rather reclusive and rarely open to outsiders although they sometimes trade with them. Only few people know how their tribes work, and don’t make the mistake of calling them herds, or you’ll find yourself run down and trampled underfoot. People usually deal with their scouts or the chieftain, rarely will they ever be allowed to meet with the sage, traditionally the chieftain’s first wife and advisor, skilled with magic that focuses on healing and soothsaying, They do know other schools of magic and in a bind they can summon elementals or throw fireballs at an intruder, there usually aren’t more than one or two centaurs with a knack for magic in the tribe and for reasons unknown, it’s usually the females who are gifted.

One such Centaur is Iaira, the tribe was ever so relieved when her magic talent was discovered because their current sage had grown old and it would still require years of training before she could pass on the torch to her new found apprentice. Iaira was quite honoured to train at first, but as they years passed and growing older, she was starting to become aware just what was expected of her. Not only was she to marry to chieftain, a rather hot blooded warrior who was already brushing up against her whenever he had the opportunity, no she would have to stay with the tribe for good.
Yes, she would be admired and have power, but she really didn’t like the prospect, still it was her duty and there was nobody she could really confide in and too many eyes on her to really think about running away.

Finally her training was complete and the celebrations during which she would replace the old sage and marry the chieftain had started, a week fairy lights were dancing in the air, plenty of cider was enjoyed by the members of the tribe, with the exception of the guards, of course. Everyone was congratulating Iaira and happy that she’d completed her training (and that the old sage could finally retire). And while everyone around here was excited for her, she was feeling worse by the minute and she couldn’t even eat a bite of the great feast, nor enjoy the drink.

Eventually the time had come, Iaira and her would be husband were ushered to their tent, a special gift for their wedding night, thick fumes were hanging in the air and she was feeling sick to her stomach, when he placed his hand on her flank and she could smell his breath, it was all too much, all the expectations and responsibilities crashing in on her, she couldn’t take it anymore and kicked back against him, knocking him off his legs and ran for it, only stopping for a moment in her tent to grab her bag and her staff before dashing off into the night, past the guards and scouts before anyone could stop her.

She kept running all through the night until she couldn’t run anymore, she knew how to cover her tracks, but she knew she couldn’t afford to rest for long before the tribe would come for her. At first she didn’t really know why she was running and had half a mind to return, but she had never felt so free, not since her training had started and the longer she ran, the more she realized that she didn’t want to go back, she wanted to live her own life. Free from the strict structures of the tribe without being forced to marry someone she didn’t have any feelings for. She would see the world. And eat one of every species.

DisturbedCreations Blah blah, go figure.

Being PredBeing Prey	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Soft Vore	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Hard Vore	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Digestion	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Fatality	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Reforming	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Endo	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	As in full tour, less so as entrapment.
Oral Vore	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	Classic!
Unbirthing	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	Lewd! No cum-gestion though.
Cock Vore	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	A big meh-ybe.
Anal Vore	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	Lewd and kinky, clean or a little dirty.
Breast Vore	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	Not reaaallly my cup of tea.
Stretchy	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	I like bulges, can't help it. At least a big of a bump is already a big plus.
Realistic	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	Consequences are important to take a story seriously.
Rough	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	Getting rough can work.
Gentle	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	Generally prefer a more gentle approach.
Sex	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	Not planned, but as a natural consequence of a developing romance? Definitely! Rape? Maybe.
Transformation	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	Please ask!
Disposal	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	Optional.
Bondage	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	Can be fun if done right!
Willing	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	I like willing! I don't like suicidal.
Unwilling	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	You can fight, but you can't win!
Micro/Macro	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	I like it for vore, prolonged interaction bores me.
Same Size	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	Preferred way of vore and interaction!
Male Partner	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	Case by case!
Female Partner	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Herm Partner	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Human Partner	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Demi Partner	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Fur Partner	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Scaly Partner	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Feathered Partner	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Plants	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Underage Character	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	Teens are ok.
Verbose Posts	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	Generally more verbose, but to the point. Keep it interactive. <3
Evolving Character	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Breaking 4th Wall	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Whisper	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Pregnancy	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Approach me!	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	... but please read the profile and use (( Brackets )) for OOC. Thank you <3
Pregnancy	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Flexible	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Chubby prey	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike	Not BBW/fat.
Subversion	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike
Weight gain/loss	Always/Love	+ -- + --	Never/Dislike

Iaira

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