Deillia

Preferences
I like dominant males but have no trouble putting a bossy guy in his place, there is a difference so please know it before trying to set up a scene with me. I care a good deal about what will happen in my RP's so yes, a little setup or idea in place beforehand goes a long way with me. Being a predator myself I do indulge from time to time but hate those who want nothing more than to be gulped down by a female, we're more than stretched bellies and sexy legs people! I don't like much nasty stuff, wet and juicy is no trouble for me to handle but bodily waste is a turn off in my book. And for the love of all that is holy and just...NO I repeat NO chibi or cute preds or prey! Underage is another matter entirely for me, the cute and babyfied stuff makes me nauseous to no end. I have no children myself and I don't intend on being a momma pillow for every aspiring child actor in an adult body out there. If you're sexy, witty or charming you have a shot so don't second guess yourself when you PM me. Lastly, I speak english and bad english. Please try to do the same and keep the scene within reasonable proportion, while this is a place of fantasy a bit of real world rules and physics apply in my eyes as well as decent grammar and vocabulary. ^,...,^


A bit of History...
Deillia was born a normal crocodile, she grew and hunted in the rivers her parents had lived in and in time matured as most crocodiles tend to do. But when the time came for her to mate and lay eggs her nest was in a site that was unerringly warm and lush along the riverbank, as an animal she never thought once about the truck that was half buried in the riverbank nor cared about its glowing contents. She defended her young and they soon hatched but Deillia herself was changed somehow, her scales starting to fall away to reveal a smoother more supple hide and her body adapted in ways she did not expect. Before she knew what was happening she formed her first coherent thought that was above the simple eat and survive thoughts of her lesser kin, people of the region hailing her as some sort of deity in bringing her valuables, jewels and other gifts to strike the fancy of a creature not yet known to the outside world except from her local praise from the people.
Following the rumors a team of scientists and monster hunters came looking for the River Goddess, and for the attempt more than three of them vanished the first night alone and she only left a handful of footprints to even show she had been there at all. She became curious about them and where they came from so following the rest of the frightened team back she found her way aboard their boat and stowed away, the crew kept coming up missing until the ship reached a new place and beached itself. She escaped the boat and fled into the wilderness, learning how to speak by listening to those aboard the ship until they too were nothing more than a meal for this shapely croc femme. She now passes the time by defining her role in the world, often seen as a predator with good reason but not always caring about her stomach either, wanting to experience her new body and what this new place had to offer in all its splendor.

Physical Statistics
Height: 7'1" Tail length 6' even and half her body weight.
Weight: 180lbs depending on whom she just ate or how long without a meal.
Skin: A soft yet pebbled texture, especially on her tail
Hair: Shock white and long enough to graze her tail when she walks.
Body: Plump yet curvy enough she needs no guess as to what her gender could be.
Age: Crocodiles live a long time, ask and she might tell you the truth!

((WIP...more to come as I see fit or want to add.))

The Journey So Far...
Deillia was approached by a large dragon, requesting her attendance for a webcast involving two predators and prey, an utterly delicious time was had by all and she ended up meeting both Noir and Iaea in the process. Two very fine ladies who were the toast of the webcast with her and Slik. Check out Slikschicksdotcom and apply today for the next show!
As Deillias time here continued she wandered onto a farm, eating the farmer herself and waking the next morning to find herself the new owner of a sweet farmhouse and her very own dairy farm! cowbelle was the only real treat there however, keeping the croc girl busy in milking her regularly. Ask her, she might let you try some baked goods made with her cowbelle's milk, if nothing else the rare cowgirl makes the most excellent frosting and she loves getting it smeared all over!