The Verdant Wilds

[BlakeRp]

This lush forest enclave, fringed with towering oaks and fern-choked paths, is paradise for anthro wolves, fauns, and satyrs—those primal prowlers who crave the scent of earth and the thrill of the chase. Cabins nestle among the trees, equipped with soft moss beds and hidden glades for moonlit romps. Here, knots swell under starlight, and Lune often plays the hunted, her gasps echoing as a werewolf pins her against a trunk, his ridged length plunging deep while she claws at his fur, begging for that locking fullness that leaves her dripping for hours.

 

If you want a forest scene do it here! 

[NFA]

The moon was brighter than the small campfire the adventurer created late at night. He sat on a log that fell down from a small oak tree cooking a small animal as his sword rested besides him.  His muscles felt tense, as he was ready for any danger that might appear. Even though he entered the Verdant Wilds only to find a special herb to help cure a sickness that infected one of his village’s female residents, he insisted to come alone, dismissing her sister’s pleads to come along side him. He knew he wouldn’t be able to keep it in his pants otherwise, so he stayed vigilant on his own. He suddenly heard a noise coming from a bush, he stood up and drew his sword as a white haired shewolf appeared in front of him. She wore dirty torn brown rags that barely covered her chest and crouch. She looked hungry as she smiled a bit and gazed at the adventurer with her sharpened claws pointing at his direction. “I saw you cooking this for a while now, human, and looks like it is ready to be eaten, so hand me this at once or-“ she was cut mid sentence as he swiftly moved to her side, holding his sword under her chin. She slowly turned her eyes towards him to be surprised from his wild, almost evil look on his face “or, you shall tell me why shouldn’t I cut this throat open?” At this point the shewolf understood that the skilled hunter waited for her to come out, so she was the pray all along