Season

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Quick Stats:
Name: Season Ace
Species: Centaur
Age: 18 1/2
Sex: Female
Height(Tip of hoove to tip of human head) 6 ft, 6 inches when standing, half that when sitting.
Weight: 648 lb
Iris Color: Deep Blue
Hair: Natural red, 2 feet, 6 inches, hangs down in a long tangle.
Color of fur: Color of her name, with varying degrees
Horse build: Average, search google for 'horse'
Human build: Slender, with signs of muscles attempting to come through.
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Some facts you need to acknowledge:
1. I CAN change my character. If you want her a cow taur, you can have her. If you want a feral horse, fine. If you want her to more skinny/fatter, fine. I'm really quite flexible as long as she stays on four legs.
2. This is a heavily scat/scentplay-oriented roleplay character, so I REALLY want those things in roleplay...and if you don't include them, then you're likely not to get a scene with me.
3. I am very picky with my partners. If I reject your character, please don't take it the wrong way.
F-List...~<3 http://www.f-list.net/c/season ace
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The gentle clop clop of hooves on the morning trail caused some people to look at the approaching creature; Season. The moment she walked through the gates, the smell got to everyone. Several people held their nose in disgust, turning away and trying to get away from it. Some of the folk blushed and sniffed deeper as the scent of her heavenly musk got to them. Smirking, the centaur continued into the town, putting heavy emphasis on her not-so-clean brown eye.

Appearance: Season usually had her hair flowing about freely just as nature intended. Its length barely brushed up against her human waist. The color of the strands were a natural red. She has solid blue eyes, and a slender build with some traces of muscles.. The shade of her fine fur is the shade that is in her name, with somewhat varying degrees of lightness and darkness; particularly getting darker the farther you move toward the back, and lighter when moving towards the front, with blotches here and there. Season's fur is fine and soft and warm. Her horse half was average though combined with her human half, it put her height at 6'6. She's well-fed, and she even has some "junk in the trunk". Her tail, curly and playfully as it was, had a gold ring at the very beginning of it, making tail lifting incredibly simple for her...or just a curious passer-byer. This fact had been intensified by her stink-lover's mainly because she never bathes nor "wipes" back there. Tons of sweat produces tons of wet, warm musk and in combination with the natural tendency to just defecate and lower her tail, this leads to a thick, impossibly-intense stench when her tail is lifted.Quick Fact: Her pussy is horse, and its location is just under her pucker, NO! She does NOT have two.

History: (DO NOT READ IF EASILY BORED, NOT IMPORTANT ANYWAYS.) The history of this Centaur was a sexual accident. One of townsfolk of Ninevia, a rural town, was so horny and desperate (No wife) that he decided to mate with a female horse instead. Tom was shunned from the town and hated at all the stores, but after a month or two everybody seemed to forgive him. None of the adults gave him ruling glares and none of the children threw pine-cones at his feet every time he shone his face. However, what they didn't know was that the horse was indeed pregnant, but with what? After four months, the owner of the farm gasped at his discovery. That mongrel had gotten Tammy (horse's name) pregnant! He was going to pay a great dear price, perhaps even his man hood. The farmer hesitated at going to the sheriff, preferring a much more deserving punishment. Instead, Tom was going to be fed to the beast that he had made with his own foolish antics. The farmer stroked his hands together at his fool-proof plan, and began the work of clearing the dung from all the horses out of the barn. His thoughts were scampered and poisoned with revenge. At last, after 11 months and 3 days from the initial beginning, the horse had begun to go into labor. All the townsfolk gathered around and waited with faces of shock, excitement, and curiosity at what it would look like. Would it survive? Would it be hideous? What will happen to Tom? All these questions boggled their minds in the silence except for Tammy's whinnie's. Then, a stretch of very light fur began to appear from the horse's womb, and everybody took a step back. Within minutes of her arrival into the world, Season was trying to stand and failing, although allowing more seconds after each attempt. Soaked with sticky amniotic fluid, rapidly drying. Nobody spoke a word, they all watched the centaur assess her surroundings. Finally, the farmer broke the silence. "A pretty one she is," His nimble finger tips glided across the soft hide. Unfortunately, Tom had escaped from the village a few hours earlier. Leaving his daughter behind. The town raised her even though Tammy was technically her mother. All of her features became more defined as she grew, by ten years old, she was almost as big as her mother! As Season's legs grew longer and stronger, so did her breasts until they maxed out at their current size. She ate grass for the most part, sometimes partaking hesitantly into some stale hay. Though, she became well-aware of her backside's stench when even when ordered and was offered double pay, NONE of the farmhands would even go near such a foul rump. She couldn't help but be content with that, and even adore such a thing of her body. That day, she smirked and was content with never having her backside thoroughly washed, though she was careful to hide it from her caretaker. Her fur coat was washed, cleaned, dried and cared for nicely. However, her butt never got more than a spray with the hose.

Personality: The centaur's personality can be varying on certain days and parts of the week, it is almost always sweet and caring, but if you wake up earlier than she's used to, expect her to be a little cranky due to obvious reasons. She is a very clean person ironically, unlike her behind, preferring to have a nice and clean place to sleep, often on some padded hay, which she absolutely loves to no end. She sometimes sleeps on grass if she has to. Season doesn't very much mind anybody taking a peek at her nether region nor trying to sneak a look under the tail. In fact, she might very well encourage you to lift that tail of hers and take a huge whiff. She is playful, loving games when she can participate, not so easy when you have the legs of a horse! The centaur had always loved her backside to be intensely raunchy, and she keeps it that way for the most part. And boy, is she proud of that rump! Season has no qualms about anybody liking any scents she produces, gas, farts, or anything of the sort. In response to riding her, she is now more open toward it, and has even gotten a saddle from a friend. However, if she doesn't invite you up there, then expect her to simply sit down, cross her arms, and wait for you to get off. Also, she LOVES carrots, they are her favorite treat, and if you were to offer one to her, then expect one happy centaur! ^_^

Current desire for roleplay: (UPDATED!) None. Open to ideas.