Shynril

Disclaimer: Shynril is the one on the left. Her daughter Aone is on the right. Unless asked (and I say yes, obviously) I don't play the two of them together

Some people just...belong in a hyper-sexualized place like the Park, for one reason or another, and it's a trait that can be easily seen too. Maybe they are overtly sexual, impressively domineering or viciously predatory, or fittingly submissive and prey-like but there is no question this is where they should be. Shynril fits into both the first and last category, though the last not by choice, and most would be hard-pressed for a reason why she shouldn't be! Pale white hair is tinted with a dull red tone, especially towards the bottom of her short hair that sways about the top of her shoulder blades. Those silky, pale red-white locks is allowed to hang down freely with it's 'freshly chopped' look the first sign she's not quite a free woman. At petite five feet tall, this alluring creature is quite the sight to behold with skin the color of smoky glass, a drow of nymph-like appeal but the earthy curves of a fertility goddess stacked unto her elven grace. Long knife-like pointed ears protrude out almost horizontally from the side of her head, drawing attention to her matronly face. Shynril has soft and rounded features, pixyish even, that creates the image of a perversion of elven-kind when it's seen alongside the rest of her sinfully developed body. Big almond shaped eyes the color of flame are surrounded by a thick layer of kohl that can barely be seen against her smoky skin but gives those expressive eyes a heavy-lidded and needy cast to them. The drowess' lips glisten invitingly, painted a soft pink that makes her slightly pouty lips look all the more sensual and inviting while standing out sharply from the rest of her darkly toned body. Such soft lips were perfectly suited for pleasure and watching Shynril anxiously wet her lips has the source of many hard cocks and wet cunts, full enough that the mind can't help thinking depraved thoughts about them. Her skin glistens and catches the light on occasion; looking as if she is bathed daily in the purest of mineral water, warm oils, and exotic scents from distant lands. A large amount of effort has gone into making this delectable drowess appear *perfect* and someone's done a very good job of doing so. Currently the exotic slave-girl smells lusciously of ambergris with just a hint of something sweet and delectable that is difficult to ignore, probably some succulent flower's perfume dapped over her glistening form.

Her body is exquisitely womanly, curvy in all of the right places as if she was carved from a block of marble stone in the same manner as fertility statues of old and with the same attention to detail. She's very voluptuous for a drowess, striking just the right balance between sensual curves and delicateness that keeps her elven grace in check with her almost human-like voluptuousness to create a mouth-watering creature of sex. About her throat is a thick steel manacle, locked in the back where she can't reach with a loop on the front for a lead or leash to be hooked unto. Shynril's shoulders are light and demure, her arms limber and rounded with the youth of a much younger elf; a supple smoothness that suggests she is bathed regularly with sweet smelling lotions that make her shine so. Large manacles, matching the one about her throat, are locked about her wrists with a thick chain connecting the two and limiting the movement of her arms, another testament to her limited freedoms. Shynril's heavy gray teats are overly plump, being so much that they would each easily overflow from a hand with ridiculous ease, the benefits in her elven blood seen in how perky those plump breasts are without augmentation. And what's even better is not a damn thing obscures her full tits and her light bluish nipples that look to be constantly engorged and begging for attention, and by the look of her plumpened aureole that might be the work of a pump to keep her looking so deliciously appealing. She seems shameless in exposing all the mouth-watering titflesh but the soft flush to her cheeks is telling that she'd not normally let her oiled tits draw the eyes of others. They wobble and sway delightfully with every motion she makes, the touch of blue drawing attention while the perfectly shaped milk-heavy drow breasts brings hands to her decadent curves. Her stomach is curvy and sinuous, padded enough to give Shynril that pampered, soft appearance but not enough to make the drowess appear over-weight. She does, however, have just a bit of pudge to her belly and hips, thought most are quick to point out it allows someone's hands to grip her all the better.

The rest of her oiled body does not disappoint with gently curving waist just perfect for a nice strong grip to before flaring out into a delicious buffet of anal pleasures that only a drowess can truly possess. Her bottom is just as padded as her top, twin plump, melon-sized globes dominating her figure even more then her full tits do, deep as they are wide, soft and smooth and smoky-skinned, jiggling and bouncing with every step she takes. Shynril's wide, womanly hips are shaped just right for a hand to take hold of, giving her a decidedly hypnotic sway as she walks when those perfectly formed asscheeks saw against one another with each step she takes. Not too firm but not too soft, there was just enough padding on those luscious heart-shaped buttocks to give Shynril the perfect ass for any perverted purpose, something she is well aware from. None of that glorious behind is hidden from sight, the drowess wearing as little on the bottom as she does on her breasts. Her bald mound, as hairless as any other elf, is left invitingly open to sight, letting others sample the sight of her plump, flushed, and pale blue labia as her own arousal drips unnoticed down her glistening thighs. She doesn't even manage to hide the pucker hidden between those dense cheeks of hers. If anything the clothing she *does* wear only seems to make her nudity all the worse! Sheer black stockings hug her legs tightly from mid-thigh down, tight enough that it digs into soft flesh to make her thighs bulge out of the tops as that silky perfection covers her down to bare feet. A sexy nymph of a creature that positively oozes the sex that wafts out from her body in a subtle aura that tickles the sense of others and all but *begs* others to use her supple body as they see fit.

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This are will be expanded upon as time goes on and I play with more people.

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OOC: All I ask is for detailed and well written play! And that people respect my right to say 'no' to a proposed scene and won't keep pestering me after I say it. <3 That said, I'm pretty open to lots of things so don't be afraid to propose an off-the-wall idea to me just because it's weird. I do tend to favor shemales or females for partners, but I've been trying to expand my horizons to hermaphrodites and regular men as well. Luckily I've had some success in finding excellent male and hermaphrodite characters to play with who haven't put me off from experimenting some more. I'm very friendly OOC and in pages, so don't be afraid to page me for something. As for likes, I do tend to prefer long-term scenes and 'training' scenes, but I don't require them.