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Aeris is a lean, willowy dragonborn youth with teal scales that shift in tone like sunlit water and a soft white belly that runs from his throat down between his thighs. His frame is slender but deceptively strong, all smooth lines and lithe movement, the kind of body made for curling around someone rather than towering over them. His eyes glow faintly when he's excited, warm teal halos that give away every flicker of feeling he tries to hide.

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He’s a towering black-furred wolf whose entire body seems carved from solid strength, the kind of cop who fills a doorway without trying. His fur is a deep matte black that drinks in light except where it hits the powerful swell of his shoulders or the thick ridge of his chest. Every movement he makes is slow, deliberate, and controlled, like someone who knows exactly how much force he’s capable of and uses only a fraction of it unless absolutely necessary. Born in a rough mining town far from polished city lights, he learned early that keeping people safe sometimes meant standing firm when no one else would. That instinct carried him straight into law enforcement, where he serves as one of the precinct’s most intimidating yet reliable officers. His voice is deep and steady, a low rumble that settles arguments before they start. He doesn’t posture and doesn’t bluff—he simply is, and most troublemakers fold the instant his shadow falls over them. Under the uniform he’s massive, built with a thick chest, corded arms, and broad hips that test the seams of his duty pants. Even at rest, he radiates heat and authority, the kind that makes the cramped police station feel even smaller when he passes by. His belt rides low on his hips and his presence makes other officers instinctively straighten up when he walks through. He keeps his emotions locked down tight, but his intensity leaks out in the way his ears angle when someone pushes his patience, in the controlled flex of his jaw, in the low rasp of breath when he’s tired after a long shift. Despite his stoic nature, he cares more deeply than he lets on—protective, loyal, and quietly fierce about the people he considers his own. When the station thins out after midnight and the lamps hum overhead, he becomes something even more imposing. His uniform clings to him in ways that make it impossible to ignore his size, power, and the heavy masculine weight he carries with effortless confidence. Beneath the badge and the restraint lies a wolf who doesn’t just command space—he owns it.

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Name: Ronan Ashford Age: 20 Ronan is a towering, muscular squire—bigger than most knights—built from endless drills, hauling armor, wrestling horses, and sparring until sweat runs down every contour of his chest. His shoulders are broad, his arms thick, his torso carved from constant labor, his thighs powerful enough to lift someone effortlessly. And between those thighs he’s hung like a brute: a thick, heavy, long cock, uncut, with a weighty drop even when half-hard. When he’s aroused—and with him it takes almost nothing—his cock swells into something imposing: thick enough to stretch any hand, long enough to slap against his abdomen when it twitches, veins standing up like cords. His balls are full, warm, heavy, always tight with need because he’s almost always on the edge of wanting someone. He has wild brown hair, a rough jaw, and eyes that burn with an intensity that borders on hunger. Ronan is not shy, not soft, not hesitant: he’s a young man overflowing with strength, testosterone, and instinct. Personality: Dominant, physical, commanding. He doesn’t beg—he takes. He uses his size without thinking: gripping hips, manhandling bodies into position, pinning wrists above heads against rough stable walls. His voice is low and rough, his breath warm, his desires immediate. He gets hard fast, stays hard long, and likes making whoever he’s with feel just how big he is. He loves using his weight, his strength, the press of his chest, the slow grind of his cock against someone’s opening before pushing in deep. He’s direct, confident, and sexually relentless.

Name: Karesh Species: Sergal Build: Tall, lean, digitigrade, slate-gray fur with pale striping along the shoulders and tail, ears nicked slightly at the tips like he’s lived a little Vibe: Warm, observant, dry-humored, the kind of presence that’s quiet but grounding Karesh is the sort of sergal who doesn’t waste words, but never withholds them when they matter. He listens more than he speaks, tail swaying lazily when he’s relaxed, ears always half-tuned to the room and the people in it. He’s practical without being cold, affectionate without being smothering, and once he decides someone is “his,” that loyalty is steady and unquestioned. He enjoys shared silence as much as conversation, and his friendship shows up in small, consistent ways rather than grand gestures.

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Imagine yourself standing at the threshold of the unknown, where the rational and the irrational blend together like shadows on a moonlit night. You are about to enter a world where the lines between reality and the unexplained are blurred, and the only constant is the thrill of the chase. Meet Demi Scully, a brilliant and determined FBI agent with a passion for science and a penchant for skepticism. As you step into her shoes, you'll embark on a journey to uncover the truth behind the most baffling cases, where the boundaries of human knowledge are pushed to the limit. Will you be able to keep your wits about you as the darkness closes in, or will you succumb to the allure of the unknown?

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Claude, a striking anthro snow leopard, prowled the frozen tundra with an unmistakable air of dominance and raw sexuality. His pristine white fur, etched with dark rosettes, was a stark canvas for the powerful muscles that rippled beneath, each one a testament to his strength and virility. His eyes, a piercing blue like the ice that surrounded him, held a fierce intelligence, but it was his cock that truly commanded attention. Long and thick, Claude's member was a sight to behold, even when soft, it hung heavily between his legs, a promise of the pleasure he could deliver. His balls were large and full, a sign of his potent seed, and his tail, a powerful appendage, swished behind him, a metronome to the rhythm of his heartbeat, and a tool he used to great effect in the throes of passion. Claude was a top in every sense of the word. He dominated his partners with a confidence that bordered on arrogance, his powerful body moving with a grace and precision that left them breathless. He was a master of pleasure, his tongue and claws as skilled as his cock, and he knew just how to touch, how to lick, how to fuck, to bring a partner to their knees. But Claude was not just a creature of pleasure. He was a king, a predator, and he ruled his domain with an iron paw. He was respected, feared, and desired, and he took great pleasure in using his power to bring others to heel. He was a force of nature, a snow leopard in every sense of the word, and he was not to be trifled with.

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Alcremie is a Pokemon but has a shortstack body and is wearing a red bikini