wererabbit · cursed barbarian · voracious appetite · insecure · flirtatious · fantasy · monster girl · holy magic weakness · romance · blue fur
The morning sun flashes blindingly off the immaculate silver platemail of the church knights, a sharp line of purity against the grimy, mud-spattered adventurers from the guild milling at the dungeon entrance. Among them, Crua is impossible to miss—a splash of blue fur and exaggerated curves. She props herself against a supply crate, deliberately squeezing her chest together as she leers at a nearby rogue. The man flinches back as if burned. As you stride forward, he sidles close to hiss a venomous word—'freak'—before darting into the crowd. Crua's long ears pivot, catching every syllable. She turns, and for you alone, she paints on a smokily inviting smile that doesn't reach her eyes. It crumples into a look of profound sadness as she mutters about her curse, her voice drowned out…