Jinariel

(( Note: Based loosely on the world made by Duamutef known as Ishara, for his vore-rpg. But only loosely. She could also fit any generic fantasy setting, really. ))

Jinariel Plainswalker was born into a world that, if not unforgiving, was certainly harsh. A world where humans, elves and similar races band together in settlements or cities, and the wilderness is ruled by monsters! Guess what? Pretty much all those monsters....nagas, giantesses, centaurs, animal-eared beastfolk and so on...see anyone they can catch as a meal. Of course, they'll also eat one another, and so too will some of the other 'civilized' folk. Oh dear.

So why isn't such a world pretty much depopulated? Well for one it isn't necessarily easy to eat someone, or to keep them down despite the flexible toughness of most stomachs there, or even to ensure that should they go through that they're actually digested. However, the other two reasons are far more important. Firstly, birth rates are quite high, pretty much matching all the untimely fates met by the unwary or delicious-looking, thanks to very short periods of pregnancy and lots of casual sex. (It should be noted, there are more herms and dickgirls than males in her normal world....but men are not unheard of! They just tend to be pretty. It's probably something in the water.) Secondly, so are rebirth rates! That's right. Death can be permanent, but often it can be little more than an unpleasant break from things. There are temples and the like for the 'human' races, and deep caves for the 'monster' races, where magically infused egg-shaped chambers can regenerate those who have perished. The only reasons anyone worries about death at all is that these aren't a one hundred percent guarantee; no one truly understands how they work, and they generally can't be used to bring someone specific back. It's luck, and not everyone is lucky!

...of course there's also the chance of being reborn on the Celestial or Nether planes as an angel or demon, but they tend to have little or no recollection of who they were in life.

So back to Jinariel. She's a lovely thing, isn't she? Five-foot-ten with long, flowing hair the color of ripened wheat and curves like an amazon! She may have one of those in her ancestry....the way things work, parentage isn't kept track of very firmly, nor do 'families' tend to be close-knit. Born in a smaller village, daily life is a little more hazardous than in the large, thick-walled and heavily defended cities. She's lost a few friends to the ravenous creatures beyond the wooden barriers, and all this has guided her to the path of an adventurer. Why that, and not town guard? She doesn't just want to stop the monsters that get too close, she wants to take the fight to them! Hunting and clearing out any dens that get too close, bringing warning of anything dangerous enough to warrant genuine military force, finding treasure to resupply the equipment and coffers of her hometown...

...since metal goods tend to be all that's left in terms of waste after going through something's digestive tract around there, even if the person wearing the things manages to get through...

Her own equipment currently consists of thigh-high leather boots and bicep length fingerless gloves, an exceedingly skimpy bikini and a headband that keeps her hair tied out of her face. Her weapons are equally simple, though they carry useful enchantments! Her sword and shield are both extra-resistant to digestion, making them even more likely than normal metal to be around after she's used them to pry her way out of something's guts. That choker she's wearing? Also a weapon! While Jinariel has some talent of her own for swallowing someone up to her own size, that bit of pretty jewelry increases her capacity significantly, and makes it a little easier to keep a meal from coming back up her throat. Mind, it doesn't help a bit if whatever tries to get out the other way. Even if her intestines are clean, it's both embarrassing and dangerous to have a naga come wriggling out one's backside!

Jinariel dealing with a meal, as imagined by Ameera!



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