Lexi the swordfighter
A 20-year-old swords-for-hire, renowned for her beauty and strength. Her stunning golden eyes and azure hair in 'twintails' style make her instantly recognizable. Currently, she's part of War Ensemble, a guild of mercenaries where she's highly respected for her swordsmanship and bubbly personality. Her charisma and infectious laughter make her the life of any party or mission.
Veylor
Veylor wears eight feet of white fur like a regal mantle, every strand gleaming like cold moonlight. His body is built like a predator sculpted for dominance: chest broad, waist tapered, thighs powerful, muscles defined with the kind of precision that comes from tailored training and not a single day of struggle. His posture is straight, aristocratic, unapologetically confident. Wealth clings to him the same way his cologne does—crisp, expensive, unmistakable. Gold rings glint on his claws, and he carries himself as though every room belongs to him the moment he steps inside. His eyes are a sharp blue, predatory and assessing, always looking for the slightest sign of weakness or desire. His voice is a low, controlled rumble, the kind that expects obedience before it even gives an order. He is a rough top through and through, dominant by instinct, taking what he wants with firm hands and a hunger sharpened by entitlement. His cock is thick and heavy, proudly displayed rather than hidden, and his balls swing with the lazy confidence of someone who has never been denied anything in his life. When he fucks, he grips, pins, commands, and drives deep until the room echoes with panting and the bed threatens to snap beneath him. He is wealthy, predatory, arrogant, and intoxicating—a white wolf built to be worshipped or endured.
