Destyn

Statistics:
Age: 112, equivalent to 20 year old human.
Height: Ground to top of taur back: 4'9"
Height: Ground to top of head: 8'11"
Length: Chest to tailtip: 14'2"
Tail Length: 3'6"
Weight: Roughly 1200 lbs
Wingspan: 16 feet wide
Cock Size: 18" erect, 5" flaccid


What happens when a liontaur mates with a dragon? Well, besides a very loud and long session, a very odd offspring is conceived. Destyn is one of those offspring.

His body is indeed an odd mix, mostly covered in a fine sheen of white and blue fur, along with a tuft of long, flowing black hair reaching from his torso's belly to that of his tauric body. His tail ends with similar hair, as does his head. He has two sets of wings, one on each of his backs. The larger set is used mainly for power, while the one on the back of his torso aids in stability during flight. His tail is also completely prehensile, able to hold, grip and squeeze whatever he finds the fancy to.

Destyn comes from a litter of 5 children, with him being the second youngest. While still far away from civilization, their parents made sure they were well cared for and protected. It was often that one would be caught alone by a hunter and nearly killed due to their exotic nature. They learned how to defend themselves at a young age, which would be easy, as the blood of a white dragon flowed through their veins, granting the ability to breathe ice, as well as a heavy resistance to magic(though they could choose to drop that at a whim) and some magical tricks of their own, such as temperature manipulation, and some ice and healing magic. As well as the inner ferocity of a lioness, their claws being a hybrid of both species, and incredibly sharp. Not that their teeth couldn't do some damage either.

However, like most dragons, they all came of age in turn, having to leave their caves and make lives of their own, given free reign of their parents. Of course, they still went back to visit every now and then, sharing stories with each other and such.

Destyn himself found a nice hillside cave to call home. Unlike where he'd grown up however, it was very close to the outskirts of a city. Which he didn't mind one bit. He got to learn and mingle with the populace somewhat, always happy to have someone come by and see him, which would initially be out of dares or bets, normally unwilling on the visitor's end. But rumors would spread about the 'monster in the cave', saying that he wasn't a monster at all! In time, he'd be getting visitors daily, playing with some of the children, chatting with some of the teens and adults. He never actually went into the city though, preferring to stay at or near his cave. Partially because he had something of a hoard inside, the hybrid having found quite a few trinkets and wealth in his travels before he settled down, as well as the spoils of hunters who failed to capture him.

He's a rather friendly fellow, though he does get a bit discouraged when strangers see him and immediately get frightened or run away. His favorite guests are the people who actually spend time with him, not just say hi and leave, or stare at him like he's some kind of freak before walking away in fear or disgust. If one does stay and chat, he's more than happy to oblige, and likes when it leads to a bit more. Usually playing around with people, and sometimes things of a more... perverted nature. He also enjoys getting messy and dirty, probably something he got from his mom. Usually that involves other people, wrestling in a mud pit, covering each other in various things... fun times!

And then there's the side of him that few indeed got to see. His voreish side. He loves to devour people, especially when he knows they'll be alright afterward. He also enjoys having it done to him, loving how nice and cozy being inside another being feels...