"Reality is what you make it, no?"
"I love it when they wriggle"
"There's nothing obsessive about my fixation"
"For I am an honest Puck"
"The best secrets are the ones you share"
"Diet is anything that goes in the mouth"
"Lady on the streets, freak in the bed"
"In my defense it seemed like a really, really good idea"
- Gender
- Femme
- Nicknames
- Vic, Viccy, Mistress, Put-That-Back!
- Height
- 5'9"
- Weight
- 135 lbs. (plus one Bitsy)
- Race
- Six Tail Snigger-sune
- Orientation
- Pansexual
- Nature
- Hedonistic Socialite
- Demeanor
- Shamlessly Playful Flirt
- Adores
- Attention, Word Play, Pampering
- Peeves
- Tail pulling & Disrespect
Vixen Do's and Dont's
- Do post enough to keep the story flowing. I love immersive details!
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- Don't reword my own post back to me. This is collaborative.
- Do come to me with ideas, your ideas!
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- Don't worry if it's not earthshaking. Some of my favorite RPs started simple.
- Do have a profile. I want to know about your character!
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- Don't expect me to know pop culture. I'm super behind on everything trendy.
- Do feel free to ask me about things. I'm happy to answer questions!
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- Don't mistake 'no' for a 'maybe'. No means no.
- Do feel free to talk about long-term stories and character relationships. I love this stuff!
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- Don't bring OOC drama. I'm not a life coach, just really kinky & sexually aggressive.
Another Prolific character
Vic likes people and not just as snacks. Nothing else can be so refreshingly new and unchanging as the social scene. The styles, the venues, and the faces shift like the wind yet everyone’s playing the game. Are the stakes love, wealth, or even power? It hardly matters to someone that loves to play. The greater the risk, the greater the thrill. Small wonder she can be seen so often teasing larger predators or coaxing timid hearts into play. It just so happens that, once you learn to read between the lines, there are all sorts of shiny buttons.
Roleplay Prefs
Styles
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Kinks |
Seeking
Turning Heads
I'm shamelessly stealing the idea from Tzelle, it was too much fun not to pass along. If you're interested in a writing challenge then you can do anything you want to Vic even without asking that doesn't violate the guidelines below. Send it in a whisper to me but you have to keep it to a single post. The whole thing from meeting to eating to maybe the end. You can have Vic act as you like and do as you please to her. If you write something really eye catching you might just find yourself getting something in return.
It's more interesting than "Hello." don't you think?
Gallery
Truely Enchanting
"Really? You're going to sum me up with a survey quiz? I would like to believe there's more to me than a label and a body. Admittedly one I worked very hard to create, do you like it?
"If you're at all interested in kitsune magic then please remember two things. Never grab the tails and the best lies are as good as the truth. Our magic tends to follow suit. Illusions real enough to convince reality itself or naughty little whispers behind your concince’s back are the trickster’s stock & trade. This lovely body I mentioned before? It's just another illusion, one I've put a lot of time into perfecting. I feel real, taste real, and may as well be real but, la! I change my appearance when I want. I don't appear as a vixen of six tails because I must, I’m proud to. Though not too proud to take requests."
A Quick Bite
Am I a good roleplayer? Doesn't everyone think they're at least alright? Here's a sample, I'll let you decide if I'm to taste.
The trick to truly good camouflage was in drawing attention, or so Vic believed. To the pool party she wore her pink bikini bottoms beneath a sunny yellow-patterned sarong knotted loosely over one sauntering hip. Nothing hampered her bare feet from enjoying the sun soaked patio around the water though her bare chest was apt to draw more attention. Vic trusted in her milky fur to keep her almost decent, with something that sparkled sprinkled across the slopes of her chest. The vixen chatted politely yet never seemed pinned to any one place. That she orbited her way through the throngs so near to the snow leopardess so frequently had to be more than happenstance yet she never looked the other’s way. Nothing at all like coincidence found her slipping into the host’s house moments behind the woman. Just as the feline tried to close the bathroom door the vixen’s hand came against the wood, taking advantage of the surprise to push it gently open.
“I don’t think we’ve been introduced. I’m usually called Vic,” she said with a smile. Any number of things could have been the leopard’s response, the words were on the tip of her tongue, but Vic’s jaws yawned open as she pounced. There was a flash of ivory teeth with the glistening strands of saliva and then her world was all heat and darkness and wet. Slick flesh pressed over the leopardess's face and teeth prickled against the back of her head. She could hear the sound of a door closing though it was mitigated with the vixen’s cheeks. Arms wrapped around hers pinning them to her sides. She could feel the vixen’s body pressed against hers, wrapping around hers. The tongue teased against her face.
The vixen swallowed.
Flesh parted around the leopardess’s nose as she felt the vixen stretching herself around her impromptu meal. The leopard twisted against the hold as she found herself and the predator sinking to the cool tiled floor of the bathroom. Victoria’s nipples stiffened against the leopard’s body and there was a muffled sound of pleasure from the throat around her head. The vixen’s hips rolled against her catch while she twisted her head to one side then the other, working her prey deeper into a hungry gullet. More gulps followed with the rabbiting beat of Victoria’s heart somewhere nearby. Tight space and growing heat gave way to another space, one with slimy wrinkled walls and the smell of rum & coke.
The tongue never left its prey alone either. It explored down around her tits, soaking saliva through her plush pelt and swimsuit alike. Hands crept down along her body to pull with clutching fingers and their dull claws. The leopardess’s face pressed against the walls of her predator’s stomach, muffling the sounds of her voice though her face appeared in the growing milky gut of Victoria Black. She lifted to her knees with some effort, hands helping her to lean her head back with flailing legs and hips pointed to the ceiling. The leopardess’s foot struck countertop sending toothbrushes and a soap bottle across the little room. Gravity dragged the rest of the feline down and muscles squeezed forcing her to curl fetaly into the cramped space. Even before Victoria slurped down the feline’s legs with the sort of relish reserved for fine wines something beneath the woman’s shoulders growled and gurgled like a monster. Juices tricked down over her body with a tingle that reached to her most intimate of places.
“I thought a more personal introduction might be to your liking. I know it was to mine.” She smiled running her hands over a belly that showed every movement the prey’s upside down form made, hands pushing against handprints in her distended gut. “And we have a few days to become acquainted too.”