The outer perimeter of the Greywoods can be best described as unassuming and quiet. Those who set their foot here, whether they intend to delve
further towards the sanctum, or who are simply lost, may find that it's a place like many others. Out here on the rim, there is nary
a trace of magic, perhaps giving trespassers the impression that it is as safe as a regular forest, that they won't be beset by its
arcane, sylvan protectors just yet. Those careless assumptions, however, are wrong. Many whom have thought this will soon have sighted
the dark, fleeting silhouettes of their beastly spectators among the trees. The figures pursue their marks from a distance, and yet
every time they slip behind the trunk of a tree, or duck under the leafy veil of a bush-row, they seem to reappear somewhere else,
closer than before. Then, as the trespasser's eyes dart from place to place to find their stalker, a sudden
rustling from behind makes them pivot around, and through their blurry vision they see a hulking shadow careering towards them,
a dark, toothy pit yawning open around a monstrous snarl, and then there is nothing. Such are the final moments of many
who meet their demise at the hands of a lycanthrope. But not everyone who meets a keeper is torn asunder. There are those who
have survived their forays into the Greywoods. They are the lucky few that have met and been sent on their way by one particular
she-wolf; the one who calls herself Ylvaine.
Unlike werewolves and some lycanthropes, whom are bestowed the gift of lycanthropy and given the ability to transform,
Ylvaine was never a human in the first place. Being a pure-blooded, so called true lycanthrope, Ylvaine was born as the
lupine creature she is today, and lacks the means to shapeshift. She is neither a feral nor an anthropomorphic wolf, instead she inhabits
a beastly middle-ground, as a sapient monster capable of reasoning, but who is easily swayed by her carnal instincts. Though this is true
of all of the lycanthropes of the Greywoods, whom are given the title of keepers and tasked with the protection of its outskirts, Ylvaine
stands out among her kin as being unusually patient and forgiving. Whereas her siblings have no qualms over slaying outsiders without
a second thought, Ylvaine takes her duty as guardian surprisingly lightly. She is a carefree, playful soul, more concerned with tending
to her current desires than with following the Greywood code to the letter.
To some who have met her, Ylvaine can come across as less of a bloodthirsty monster and more like a big, silly dog, the kind of creature
that would threaten to eat them up, unless they pay the harsh, steep price of giving her some belly-rubs, before she lets them
leave the forest unscathed with a friendly warning to not return.
At times, it can even be easy to believe that Ylvaine is nothing but a lovable goofball, somebody who only jokingly threatens to swallow
her trespassers whole as a flirtatious tease, but one shouldn't treat her cautionary words with
anything but utmost severity. Beneath her nurturing and affable exterior beats the heart of a ruthless predator, and Ylvaine isn't so
irresponsible as to shirk her duties. Responding to her demand in any way besides unquestioning compliance will see her warm demeanor turn to
cold, vicious bloodlust in but a few moments. At that point, the realization of her size sets in,
that she is big and strong enough to crush somebody in her tight embrace. It's no longer her large, fuzzy hands
that draws one's eyes, but rather those long, black claws at the ends of her fingers. Her toothy grin ceases to be cute as soon as
she parts her jaws, and she bares the hungry, fleshy, dark pit that is her maw.
That is when she becomes just like the rest of her kin; a
monster with an insatiable appetite, and the singleminded goal to fill her belly with somebody's meat. Yours.
Some additional information about Ylvaine:
She is 23 years old.
Her exact height and weight are 7'1" and 265lbs respectively.
She's a C-cup, though you would be hard-pressed to find her ever wearing a bra, or any clothes for that matter.
Her insistence on nudity has resulted in her being jailed for a night in the local town beyond the Greywoods.
As a true lycanthrope, she has no particular weakness to silver, beyond simple discomfort.
She is nocturnal and tends to wake up around sunset. She easily gets cranky if she's awoken before then.
No matter how friendly she is, running into Ylvaine either right after sunset or right before sunrise is a surefire way to end up
in her stomach.
On slow nights, Ylvaine sometimes forages herbs and berries, and hunts wild game for the
sourpuss that lives downstream.
