Amylia

Before you stands a quadruped white dragoness standing at a modest 25'. Staring at you, she appears to be scrutinizing your every detail.

"I see that you are a newcomer to my world. Welcome to Eugenia. My name is Amylia. I am a goddess of life; my kind is tasked with spreading life into the vast cosmos. My universe is one of my own creation, cultured and nurtured by careful hands. You are welcome to stay and interact, but be aware that you will be watched."

A thick plume of smoke billows forth from her nostrils as a purr rumbles in her chest.

"You are not of my creation, not of my cycle. Tread carefully. Should you bring harm to this world, outsider, I will not hesitate to remove you and cast your soul into the darkest voids of space."

Flowers begin to sprout on the soft earth around the dragon, their colors spanning from white to black and everything in between.

"And know this: this is my world. You will not find yourself in an advantageous position here as you may elsewhere." Amylia opens her wings and the flowers' petals spread wide, blooming and reaching for precious sunlight.

"Once I deem you a threat, the very world itself will turn on you." She bares her teeth and thorns sprout from the delicate stems of the flowers.

"Everything will be done to abolish your existence from my world. And it will be done. There will be no second chances." The flowers appear to bristle their barbs before retracting them back into their stalks as Amylia folds her wings and settles down.

"So please, do not cause trouble during your stay. I would prefer not to have to resort to such barbarism. Respect my world and the world will respect you back. The simplest rule of nature."

(This lore's out of date! I've updated it quite a bit since I was last here four years ago...)

Ancient stories carried through the generations speak of a timeless dragon that gifted the world of Eugenia with life. In some, she was a beast with a ravenous appetite that struck fear into the hearts of all. Her jaws devour those who she sets her hungry eyes on while her stomach was the churning primordial pool of the universe's essence. In others, she was a kind and strong mother guarding her children from the darkness of the unknown. Her breasts fed the hungry denizens of the world; her womb was the birthplace of all. In both, she was said to be the universe and thus the world itself. In reality, all the stories are true.

The then young life dragoness planted her seed on her world with the intent to cultivate and observe. As the millennia crept by, however, so too did her taste for "playful" interaction. She wanted to know just how tenacious her creations were even if it meant she would fall to them. Death was to be a constant companion for her as she oft found herself in the ravenous jaws of her own "children," eager to devour her just like with any other animal. Over these encounters, she grew to love the thrill of what many would call "primal nature," or the raw, messy act of consuming another life as sustenance. As many of her creations aged and grew civilized, her actions landed her in their mythos as a bringer of death or as a god seeking respect and worship in return for keeping the world strong and healthy.

None seem to question her various returns after death over the centuries. Perhaps the older generation glorified their win over the dragoness? Perhaps they had killed a different dragon and mistook it for her? The answer was much simpler: she would be reborn after each death. Her essence would return to the world which she gave life to and from there she would be given new life.

Were this ability to be stopped by a truly cruel being... her universe and all of her children would eventually fade into darkness.


Another story speaks of how the world, Eugenia, adopted the moon that orbits it. Eugenia stumbled upon the moon wandering in space; a lost child seeking a home in the vast void of nothingness. Eugenia spread Her wings and caught the rogue moon to settle it into an orbit within Her warm embrace. The moon flourished with life, a pristine garden growing up in the proximity of a protective gardener. She called it Her Petit-Prince and it would never leave Her sight.


Amylia knows a truth and a parallel behind this ageless tale: She is Eugenia, the world itself, and Petit-Prince is her "Little One," Ceffyl. The moon was made to be a playground for the lost kelpie, a place where he could freely play under the clearest of blue skies.

Amylia is what you'd expect from a dragon... sort of. When hunting, she's proud, she thinks she can't be beaten, but she utterly loves to be proven wrong. When she's not hunting or playing, her personality is more in-line with a goddess of her nurturting title; Amylia is a caring, doting mother to anyone that she deems in need of her or anyone that is okay with her treating them so. She can love, nurture, and care... but beware if you end up on her menu: she's perfectly capable of also being a ruthless predator taking joy in gluttonous feeding.

The dragonmother is slow to enrage unless a threat comes upon her children, her charges, or those she sees as weak. She will be whipped up into a frenzy and will not stop attacking until the threat has been put to a stop.

She is capable of fire, ice, and life type breath weapons but has only one school of magical abilities: life. Fire burns, ice freezes, and life heals targets other than herself. All of the magic in her knowledge is non-offensive in nature, though the undead may find themselves as a rare "offensive" target for one of these spells.


Being of a divine nature, Amylia's blood is unique. Drops sprout flowers wherever they land and those who imbibe her ichor will no doubt be pleased by the godly taste and euphoric rush of power. Her blood confers no extra powers or added effects to her own body.


Though Amylia lacks any sort of traditional holy spell in her repertoire, Amylia is still considered to be holy-aligned and thusly has a distaste for beings of unholy or undead origins. She understands that exceptions exist, but she will not hesitate to go on the defensive or offensive should she perceive enough of a threat.


Physically, she conducts herself like a feline. Her smooth dragonskin certainly helps this, letting her slide and glide through tight places with great ease. The goddess is quite flexible!


After preying on something substantially large or on chilly days, one may see the dragon sprawled out on a rock for some sunning. During this time, she is vulnerable and lethargic.

Music is a quick way to distract or disarm her. Singing and various string instruments have been known to stop her in her tracks. However, if one seeks to utterly enthrall her, bells are the answer. Many spottings of the goddess take place around daylight hours on the hour when church bells ring out, leading to wild speculation that the dragon is some sort of musical deity.

Deception constantly bests her unless it regards the safety of a charge. The dragonmother more often than not desires to let others openly approach her or settle beside her, leaving her exceedingly vulnerable to surprise attacks and betrayal. Naturally, this will only work once unless one's acting and speech are at unprecedented levels.

Provided one can survive a powerful bite or not get crushed or launched by her powerful squirms, tickling is a perfectly valid option of subduing the dragoness. Her paws are particularly vulnerable to this treatment! Be aware that catching the dragoness like this often leads to a rather frustrated and heavily aroused prey-thing.

Go for the neck. As are many creatures, Amylia is absolutely vulnerable to strikes or bites at the neck. Worse yet for her, if one is sufficiently sized or has her "attention" then she may be downed in a single bite due to preyish/submissive tendencies.

Venoms and poisons are exceedingly potent against the life goddess. Synthetic ones doubly so.

The Park and its surrounding areas are truly a culture shock for Amylia. Her own world, Eugenia, has not advanced to the point of having technology. She is an old-tyme ancient dragon bumping into glowing cell phones and loud, roaring machines. Each new piece of tiny technology frightens and upsets her as she considers them a threat or a terrifying device that mocks the spark of life. Don't expect her to be tech-savvy or tech-friendly in any way for the next few hundred years!

That being said, she also finds the collection of creatures in the area to be amazingly fascinating. Creatures of darkness, an immensely diverse set of humans or human-likes, demons, devils, incubi, dragons, animals, furs... she could spend an eternity learning about them. Such learning experiences could be entirely normal, or they could take place in her digestive tract... or in her predator's.

Nexus Park has further effects on Amylia and her abilities. Her natural reformation abilities are severely diminished in the strange dimension; they take longer and can sometimes include memory loss regarding events that have taken place in the Nexus. Worse yet, this ability can be stifled or removed if the fates of a given timeline will it so.

Here's an updated F-List. While I love the sliders here, I feel as though I would have way too many when I can simply point to my F-List for a quicker display and explanation.

At the moment, I'm only seeking to do things of a vorish nature with Amylia as a quadruped. (Though I am deeply pondering the idea of getting Amylia a demi form!)

Amylia has life magic, but I often choose to simplify it down to healing spells or ignore it entirely for vore RP purposes. For those who dislike magic usage, Amylia can be reduced down to her standard breath weapons (and these can be weakened further) with no qualms.

I consider Amylia to be a goddess but I DO NOT play her as if she has infinite power or something. I find it much more interesting if her power is just like anyone else's -- bound by believable laws -- save for having a fancy title of "life goddess" attached to it. Power is a key aspect for me in vore. A powerful dragon, a great beast felled by the colossal efforts of another, weaker creature is my deepest lust.

I've recently picked up a new job and I'm working from home during the coronavirus quarantines. Just to let any potential players know, if I have the distracted status up, I'm currently clocked into work and my attention is greatly cut! Current work schedule: Tue-Sat / 3p-12a (EST or GMT -04:00!)

And most importantly... don't be afraid to whisper me! I'm exceedingly shy about first whispers but once the ice is broken I tend to go with the flow, as it were.

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