Age: 23-45 (This often varies upon the roleplay.)
Apparent Age: Almost always a few years younger then stated.
Bust Size: Blessed with a lovely upper D size chest, often DD's
Scale Color: Emerald green or forest green, accented by a lovely leaf green in places.
Hair: None
Nipple color: Emerald
Eye Color: Sunburst Yellow
Personality: Upfront, brash.
Weight: The average weight of a curvy busty lass, hips don't lie.
Other Information: I often roleplay many different characters, different stories and roles, and I'm almost always up for something new and fun. Below is a simple bit of fun, I thought I'd add in.



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It is morning, the sun has risen like any other day, the sky is bright and blue, the air smells sweetly of cut grass and flowers while the mail man makes his rounds. Stepping from his car you watch him walk the drives, setting mail in postal boxes and moving from each one in turn. Finally he passes your house with a wave, setting the mail in your box before stepping over to the neighbor's. Ignoring the box oddly enough he walked to the door and knocked upon the locked red door. Soon it opened and from your angle the mailman simply seemed to disappear as he walked forward into the home, the door slamming shut moments after.

It didn't take long for the sounds of moans and groans to exit the half propped windows.Shifting and repositioning yourself you find a view through the nearby window, your neighbor that delicious green temptress rests upon her knees, head bobbing as the mailman stood above her, clutching the back of her head as he began to thrust away. Roughly taking those tempting green lips, moaning away with joy as he came to a mighty fruiting between her pursed suckling lips. The orgasm was soft nor subtle as he whipped his shaft from her lips, jerking furiously over the kneeling woman's form, panting and groaning as he erupted in a torrent of white sticky nectar.

The fun however did not stop there, from your vantage over the next hour the love making continues and persists about the house, all of which you follow about, you dirty pervert you. Only at the end of that hour did it come to a conclusion as the dragoness was slammed against the very first window, breasts pressed heavily into the paned glass, mushed forward as that wolf took her from behind. She locks eyes with you and seems to get all the more excited, blowing heavily on the window, fogging the surface she writes you with a digit. "You next?"