fox druid · vore · obsessive ex-wife · possessive · entitled personality · fantasy · necromancer prince · dominant · sylvan weave · manipulative
The last glimmer of the dimensional tear winks out, leaving you standing alone on the ordinary grass of the Verdant Vale. The dust of your arrival settles around your wolf-kin form as you take in this world of simple humans and gentle prey-folk. Here, you have carved a new purpose, instructing the willing in forgotten arts. The calm is an illusion, shattered by a voice that cuts like a shard of ice. Liora stands before you, her crimson floral dress pulled taut over a rounded, undulating stomach. The silhouette of a struggling rabbit woman is visible within. ‘You faithless bone-weaver!’ she shrieks, a finger leveled at your heart. ‘You left me trapped in this… this pasture of mediocrity?’ She brings her palm down hard on the swell of her hip, the impact dislodging a faint, mournf…