Chiyako

She could already tell what his first plan was as soon as he settled down upon his knee. It wasn't new to her. Not only had she witnessed it, but a few of the women she had been with had done something similar. Even so, it was certainly a delightful thing to look forward to! Plus, she hadn't done this sort of thing with a man before. Perhaps it might even be a little different? Kisses trailed along her flesh which, as it turned out, had a faintly sweet taste to it, almost akin to honey. Hands settled at her sides, fingers both nervously and excitedly playing with the rough fabric covering the bed. When he neared her loins she began to open her legs, only to have Lysander take over in that role as well, fully exposing her delicate flower to the mortal's eyes. A single timid nod was her response to his command. Her breath hitched slightly within her throat. The half-breed's breath had brushed across her tiny slit. Hips wiggled and lifted slightly, assisting as hands scooped around her body, cupping against the Angel's squishy rump. With his fingers he could feel her fluffy little tail wiggling with glee! "You have some talent with this sort of thing" she whispered.

Soft pink orbs drifted along the mortal's form while he stood to his feet, legs relaxed slightly open to give the man an unimpeded view of her body. He was quite tanned and, as she would soon learn, covered with scars. It only made him look all the more impressive, for each carried a story of some hardship or another. And then there were the muscles. There were plenty of those too! He was certainly built like one might expect a deity to look like. Her eyes widened somewhat as the man finally dislodged his mighty rod from its cloth prison, springing to attention before her! A foot raised, grasping gently against him, finally making contact with her soft skin upon his throbbing flesh. It was a lot warmer than she was expecting. The feeling of his blood moving through it was also very neat! "It does." Settling her leg back down, she'd lay back to consider her options. How to proceed? Perhaps it was best to allow him to take the lead here. He was far more experienced, after all. "You are free to proceed. Show me how you might start this sort of thing."

It was an enticing offer. He would sate her curiosity freely. In exchange, he would get the chance to do these sorts of things with a deity. A win-win, really. And why not? It could be enjoyable. She could set the limits. There wasn't any risk in it. He was, after all, merely a mortal. What could be the harm in that? Thin silvery vines stretched forth from the wall behind her, grasping at the brooch which held her robe closed. The only clothing which adorned her figure was removed and gently pulled away, leaving the little Angel completely naked. As might be expected, her torso was also unblemished and covered in porcelain white skin. Her breasts were merely slight lumps of fat, the areola a soft enough pink color that they barely stood out from the rest of her form. Only when she was naked did her feet finally leave the man's lap, legs opening up slightly to also free his trapped hand. "Very well. I shall sate some of my curiosities with you. In exchange, you will carry out the tasks that I requested of you." A fair deal in her mind. "Remove your clothes so that I might look upon you."

Within her cloak the creature's little fluffy tail wiggled with glee! The noises created by her foot's diligent work were quite exciting! Of course in the past she hadn't been the forward one in these situations. Oh no. The wild women were more than eager to take the lead when they were comfortable enough within her presence. She had learned a few things first hand. But this? To be conducting the teasing? She could see the thrill in such acts. Of course Lysander wasn't as timid as she was. Despite her teasing he was more than willing to repay her efforts. Hands continued to explore her thighs, even drawing around her body, only to stop close to her rump. By this point her robes had been hiked up enough to fully expose her full thighs, her pelvis, and even her shapely hips! Only her upper half was concealed, but then she thought it was less exciting anyways. "Not fully, no." He had a fair point. Experiencing it fully first hand would make watching more exciting, and also probably more difficult. However were she to cross that threshold she did worry about her ability to contain her own lust. It was no wonder why such deities were as powerful as they were. The mortal's pants lowered somewhat, exposing more flesh. His length was so close to being freed! She could feel her little heart racing within her chest. To give into temptation now would be so easy. Her other foot, which had been free until now, moved to drag up and down along the strained fabric, further assisting with the teasing. This of course also caused her squishy thighs to close in around the mortal's hand, engulfing it between her pillowy-soft limbs. "Oh, of that I am certain."

Could she remove his trousers with her feet? Perhaps. It would be interesting to test, at least. However she didn't wish to end her game so swiftly. Oh no. If he desired his freedom then that would be up to him. Besides, she was still curious about whether or not she could get him off with this alone. There was no reprieve from the work of her foot, even while they two spoke with one another. Digits continued to trail upwards, exploring untouched flesh. They brushed along her skin, squeezed against the squishy region, massaged against the muscles hidden beneath. It felt quite nice. In fact another task now came to mind. But then such a thing could also be considered a reward, given the circumstances. When the man's fingers veered dangerously close to her womanhood the young deity's foot pressed just a hint more firmly. Not painfully, of course. She was just excited, and her inexperience with such matters showed. Alas, he was also aiming to tease her. "Touch? A few times, yes. Those who live within the woods are generally less prudish about such things." While observing had been primarily the extent of her participation in such matters, she had gotten closer before to a few of her followers. "A few druids and witches in the past. We did things like this. A little more, even. But not quite as much as I have witnessed."

A faint smile appeared upon her lips. With just her foot alone she was making some headway! It wasn't even direct contact with the mortal's flesh. But then perhaps that wasn't the only thing which had been affecting him. He appeared to be entirely content with exploring her own body, fingers brushing higher and higher along her thigh, kneading against her tender flesh. With his advance her robes retreated. The small gap between her full thighs, present just below her crotch, was now visible. His hands do feel pleasant. "I do enjoy observing, yes. Everyone who enters my woods are watched. There are occasionally youths from the surrounding settlements who venture into the fringes for the sole purpose of fornicating with one another. I have witnessed the act plenty of times from afar." Lysander cast forth a rather bold suggestion. A faint hint of pink appeared upon the little Angel's cheeks. He wasn't wrong. Even so, to do such a thing with a mortal? Or with anyone for that matter? Actually attempting the act? That made her a little nervous for some reason. Excited too, of course. "I will consider the idea" she mumbled softly, leg lifting just a bit as nails dragged across her skin, leaving behind faint trails of pink upon the snow white canvass of flesh. This act managed to bunch her robes up far enough, exposing her pale hairless flower completely. Her foot, meanwhile, settled gently against the tip, continuing to tease with little rolling movements. "Even so, observing up close does sound exciting. It is not an experience you could get if you were a participant, I imagine."

Her toe settled gently in place, the curious little creature decided to stretch her leg out further, pressing the flat of her foot against the growing bulge. She could feel him throbbing beneath the fabric. This exposed a little more of her leg, but then it wasn't just the man's gaze upon her body. So bold was this mortal that he even reached out, grasping against her ankle with his large hand. Bolder still, he started to trace his finger upwards along her body. As it turned out her skin was as soft and as smooth as it appeared, perhaps somehow even more so. There was a gentle warmth to her body, an almost soothing presence. "Impressive." A group of nymphs? Were they not creatures which reveled often in lustful acts? Such were their acts that even the local fauna were set to heat! It would probably be the same here if they ended up going that far. Admittedly not a terrible way to encourage new life. More difficult than necessary, certainly, but far more exciting. He didn't appear to favor anything specific, at least so far as partners went, but his favored position was certainly very intriguing. To hold a woman aloft upon his rod without the aid of anything else? Was that not painful? Did he work it out? She was very curious now. What might that look like? "It is a shame that you came here alone. I would have liked to see that." She didn't remove his hand. No, what he was doing thus far was completely acceptable. It felt nice. In return she gripped upon the bulge with her toes, gently pushing them up and down along the growth. Could she bring him to climax with just this? Another curious thought to satisfy. "Perhaps I should decree that a secondary task. Collecting another, so that I might witness your mating habits."

Once more the man's eyes returned to her milky white legs, only now he didn't make much of an effort to hide it. In fact he was no longer making an effort to hide any of his arousal. The young Angel's eyes ventured down, looking upon the man's aroused state. She made no effort to hide it herself. Why should she? I wonder if that is painful. Pink orbs lifted again, matching the mortal's eyes. He had had multiple partners. That was unsurprising. Smaller ones, bigger ones, even a dragon! Apparently he had an admirable sex drive. Could it match someone like her? She doubted it. But then she hadn't ever actually engaged fully in such matters before. "Interesting. What would you say your favorite encounter was? Do you have any preferences for your mate? A favorite position? Have you done it with more than one at a time?" A foot lifted, idly pressing her big toe against the lump within the man's trousers. She was careful as she prodded and rubbed against the spot. Could pants literally burst from such a thing? How big did he get? Would she need to restrain him if he lost his control? Her curiosity only grew now.

Once more the mortal's eyes wandered, and once more they appeared to settle between her legs. He was entranced! At least, partly so. He could still respond to her questions, as distracting as it was. Nor did he appear to want for much. It would be her decision, ultimately. A shame that he was timid in his desires, but who was she to judge? At least she would have time to come up with something sufficient. Hands settled against the bed behind her. She leaned back into them, legs idly parting just a slight further. Acting as the one to entrance a mortal was not something she had attempted before. Sure, she had observed, and she had played a minor role from afar on a few occasions, but doing this sort of thing directly? This was an exciting new experience! It is kind of fun. Legs gently kicked back and forth while the Angel was seemingly buried in her thoughts. "Very well. I will think of something, unless you manage an idea upon your return." There was another long pause. What other questions to ask? Some hinged upon what she might learn from her elders. Those would need to wait. "Have you ever laid with another before? I would like to hear about those experiences." Sure, she had viewed from afar, but to hear directly from a mortal? That was a well of information she had yet to explore!

Inwardly the little doe was grinning from ear to ear! Oh yes. This was having quite the affect upon him! Now this certainly was amusing! Of course on the outside none of this showed. Her calm, somewhat timid expression remained. Pink orbs focused upon the mortal's face. Was she doing this on purpose? Well, not initially, but she wasn't fixing it either. This is rather fun. His intention was to someday settle down, but his heart belonged to the road. She could appreciate that. The road was exciting and one was capable of meeting many others upon it. Other adventurers. Perhaps a mate. She envied him for that. "Succeed in my request and I may offer you that home, should you desire it once you do settle down." May, being the key word. It depended really on how well he might succeed. Other trials might be required. Who is to say? She was not the Angel of fortunes. But then he already had made a fair impression upon her. "Beyond that, what sort of things do you think you might request of a being with my power?"

The mortal's gaze did not go unnoticed by the horned creature. Perhaps he really did have that sort of thing in mind? Would his reward involve such things? She could afford that, to an extent. He had even started to grow uncomfortable. Arousal, perhaps? Her gaze lowered slightly, curious, and in that moment the man had decided to intrude upon her space. A large hand settled atop her head, pressing into the wild silky white threads. If she weren't an Angel she might be worried that he could crush her skull, such was the difference in size between them. He started to rub the spot. The Angel's eyes closed halfway, heat returning to her cheeks once more in the form of soft pink flustering. It felt pleasant, certainly, but it was also embarrassing. Even so, her little tail was wiggling with glee beneath her robe, and she did not punish him for the act, nor did she scold him. For a brief moment she even leaned forward slightly into it, legs kicking just a bit more excitedly. Alas, it soon came to an end. She settled down rather quickly, although in her glee she had managed to ride the robes up slightly, allowing for the occasional peek further up along her milky white thighs. With enough focus, and just the right position, it was even possible to catch the rare glimpse of her smooth mound. Of course now there was a new game to play: how much could the mortal handle before he broke? And what might he do when that happened? "You have my gratitude. I am curious though: where did you plan to venture after this?"

The little creature's head tilted slightly as the large man grew closer, settling now upon the ground next to the bed. Given how he was situated, the mortal would certainly gain a clearer glimpse up her robes, or at least a little further up. Alas, they were long enough to cover anything spicy. She did consider messing with him. It would be a simple task to hike the outfit up. But that probably wasn't his intention. Although he probably wouldn't disagree with the idea. Still, that would be too bold! He had met his father. That was the only one of her kin. Which one might it be? Perhaps she knew him? Or perhaps she would meet him? If he was making love to mortals then he was probably a lot more forward than she was. What kind of person might he be? Heck, what sort of aspect did he hold? Just a faint hint of pink settled upon her cheeks, and only for a brief moment, as she was complimented further. She could certainly see the appeal of taking a champion, even if there might not be any fighting involved. Did others decide with this sort of thing in mind? Probably not, right? I should ask one of them sometime. But that would mean leaving the forest. As it turned out, Lysander was a mercenary. That was pretty interesting! Traveling the land, fighting people, and generally doing whatever he wanted. It sounded exciting. He was here during his time off. A rest. She doubted he was looking for some place to settle down, but then that worked for her. How does one become a champion? Is there a limit? Her brow furrowed slightly in thought. Yes, she would definitely need to speak to someone more experienced in these matters. As powerful as she was, even she had to acknowledge that she did not know how to fully utilize her own strength. Perhaps she could visit one of the closer beings? An Angel, probably. Was there not one located near the sea? Yes. That is a fair test. With her expression relaxing once more the little deity set her focus upon the mortal's visage. "I might have a task for you to carry out. It is something you are probably better suited towards. I wish to speak with another Angel, you see. If I am correct, there is one who frequents the shores to the south. Were you to bring her here then I would be delighted to reward you. You may ask for something in exchange." She paused for a moment. It probably sounded a little sudden. Pushy, even. "Of course you need not do it now. Rest here first. I am enjoying your company thus far. This is simply something which came to mind."

He had strength, and that was valuable, however it was also intimidating. Made him more difficult to control. The fact that he didn't have anyone else also attributed to it. It was understandable then why others might hesitate to stick around. Did it bother her? No. Not at all. For a mortal he was strong, but he was not on the same level, right? Besides, he seemed kind enough. Mortals are silly creatures. Unfortunately Lysander's companions tended to go their own way. Mortals lived short lives. It probably took a lot for them to settle down with one another. He had simply been unlucky. Friends, temporary companions, but no true mate. She pitied him. Still, it wasn't anything she could help with. She was not the Angel of love. "I am open to hearing any detail." Her curiosity knew no bounds, and she rarely had agreeable visitors, let alone interesting ones. When it came to hearing stories she wasn't going to be picky. Even so, perhaps it would be best to focus her questions just a bit. Adventures and the many things he managed to get up to did sound more appealing. "What do you tend to do on the road?" Oh. Yes. There was something more pressing as well. He wasn't a bad find, after all. "Have you ever met another of my kind?"

It was somewhat amusing to her, seeing such a large man tuck himself away within the little home. She imagined what it might have been like if he had met with the woman who lived here previously. Would they have gotten along? What if they had become mates? She would dote lovingly upon him whenever he banged his forehead against the doorframe. They would wander together within the forest, caring for the wildlife and plucking various plants, although not so many that it upset her. And they would make love within this little hovel. That was perhaps the most amusing, and exciting, thought within her mind. Ah, to have witnessed that! A shame what things could have been. Once Lysander was settled in he began to finally recount some details about his life. Apparently others were simply hesitant to be around him. As it turned out, he was not completely mortal. A half mortal. Child of an Angel and a mortal. Pink orbs widened just a slight bit in surprise. It wasn't something she'd heard of before, but then it made sense. If she was this way then others surely were as well, and they probably were not quite so timid. A compliment was cast her way. It just seemed like the normal thing for her to do, truth be told. Even so, accepting praise wasn't something that she was very good at handling. A simple, timid nod was her response to that. Thankfully she didn't stay too quiet for long. "I do not understand. Would that not make your company all the more appealing?" Surely any mortal desiring power, or protection, would desire to travel with him. Or for companionship! "You said you traveled with others before. What happened with them?"

It was a bold request, asking to be lead to her home. Alas, they were quite some distance from it. Could she take them there quickly? Sure. But did this stranger deserve to see it? No. Not yet. He hadn't quite proven himself. Besides, she could not trust just anyone with that information. Even so, there was an alternative. With a single nod the little creature turned and ventured off! She expected him to follow, of course. Nor did she move too swiftly, after all she wasn't trying to lose him. No, the two would proceed forth at a leisurely pace. Plants moved aside willingly for her. Occasionally she did need to hop up a rock or two, and it was during these moments that her nudity beneath the simple robe became fairly obvious with flashes of her pale rump and even the little deer-like tail situated directly above it! Eventually the two made it to a simple little retreat within the woods. What had once been a witch's hovel had long since been overgrown by multiple trees. Even so, the entryway still existed. It was conveniently placed near a stream as well. Of course this place once belonged to one of her followers. The woman had passed peacefully within her sleep a few years prior. She enjoyed resting there from time to time. Entering the little home one would find fairly simple accommodations. A bed tucked away within a corner. A small cooking area. A low table for speaking with guests. An old workspace with a cabinet, clearly designed by someone who had been an apothecary. Light spilled in through the occasional crack and one small window which hadn't been fully overgrown. It had been left as it was when the woman had passed, although cobwebs and moss indicated that it had been quite some time since it had been used. "We are too far from my home. This place should suffice." Making her way over to the bed, the petite Angel hopped up to sit at the edge. Legs dangled off the floor, gently kicking back and forth while she eagerly awaited a recounting of the man's travels. "I am also curious about your experiences." For example, what had driven his companions away? Now that was a curious thing!

She paused when the man stretched out. Perhaps she should have waited to reveal herself. Yes, if she had then she might have been able to find him in a more compromised situation! But alas, that opportunity had passed. If she watched him for long enough then she might get another. That would, however, mean ending the conversation they had now. He was alone, but he had traveled with others in the past. Kept company, as it were. A shame that they did not continue. Perhaps it was for the better, given how picky she was about who entered these woods. Others might have been less dignified, less careful within her realm, and that would have ended poorly. Well, at least for them. When the man turned to face her the little woman straightened herself out, nodding slowly in approval at his suggestion. "Yes. That would be fine. I would like to hear about all of them." Leaving her woods was not an ideal situation. She had nobody else who could watch over them as she did, although there were followers who lived within her territory. But they were mortals. They could not be expected to provide the same upkeep that she did, nor the same level of protection. And what if some other outsider attempted to make a foray into her lands? No, she had to be there, as unfortunate as it was. Learning through word of mouth was for the best.

Lysander. The young deity's head nodded once in acknowledgement of the mortal's answer. She hadn't met a Lysander before. He was polite. Knew his place. A good reputation to start for that name. Speaking of names, he had requested her name. Which should she give him? It was far too early for the more personalized name she had with others who were close to her, but then they were very few and far between. Would he know any of them? Had he heard of her? It was probably best to start with the one she was most well known for. "Mortals refer to me as The Horned Lady of Blossoms." Once more her voice brushed across the man's senses as though spoken from up close, and despite her now taking a few more curious steps forward it did not grow in intensity. Her gaze drifted across the man's form, occasionally lingering here and there upon muscles, important features, and areas more concealed. He was certainly very large. Strong too, probably. It was a shame that he was alone. If he had arrived with a companion then perhaps she might have had a chance to observe something more interesting. His mating habits, perhaps! That was always fun to observe. Hands joined together at her lower back, head tilting slightly while she grew nearer. She continued past him, circling slowly around him. There was much to see, after all, and she was a curious being. "You travel alone? Are you without a mate? What are the lands like outside of my woods?"

It did not take the mortal long to notice her. At first she noticed curiosity in his expression. That was certainly warranted given the situation. A small, almost naked, perhaps even meek looking girl had arrived from out of nowhere. He was about to speak when his demeanor shifted. Respect. An acknowledgement of what she actually was. He was observant, wasn't he? But it was not such a shift that it raised any alarms. No, it appeared to be entirely within character. This was probably not some ploy, and if it was then he was very skilled at suppressing any signs of such. Perhaps he is not so bad. As it turned out, he had simply been wandering. He did not know the area, clearly. This meant that he did not know specifics about her, in all likelihood. It also meant that he was potentially well traveled. That was certainly useful for an array of reasons. And if simply enjoying nature was enough to make him content, then perhaps it meant that she could make some use of him. "What is your name?" When she spoke her voice emerged as a soft, ethereal whisper. Despite not moving closer it was easily picked up, as though she were leaning in close to the mortal's ear. There was no reason to conceal her true nature. He understood what she was, after all.

The White Woods were an oddity upon the continent. While the outer fringes of the forest consisted of familiar brown trunked trees with green leaves, as one ventured deeper these were replaced with bone white wood which, when cut open, held the appearance of marble within. Instead of green leaves they were covered with soft pink flowers. It was as though one ventured into a graveyard of titans, bones bleached by the sun above, and many of the animals adapted to these conditions with white or pink colors. Bushes and shrubs took on sharper greens, as though formed from emeralds, and much brighter oranges and yellows in the fall. Those with knowledge of the area understood why this was the case: these forests were the home of an Angel. Many of the animals within the realm were quite friendly, having rarely experienced the presence of Humans. The area flourished, the wildlife abundant, and though there were predator animals they were fed well enough that they too were not as aggressive. At least, not normally. Hunters and loggers knew well enough that entering these woods was often not worth the risk. While an Angel, the one who protected this region was not as docile as her kin, despite her appearances. But then that was the essence of nature itself: beautiful and calm at its best, terrifying and ruthless at its worst. What fate would the silver-haired man meet with? A silent presence had been observing him since his arrival. First from afar, gazing through the eyes of those creatures which she held sway over. She could not be everywhere at once, after all, and her domain was far reaching. However this man's presence grew on her. He stepped quietly, gently even, despite his large and rugged appearance. He did not pluck carelessly from the plants. He was peaceful towards the creatures, even engaging a friendly little bird with song. A kind soul, although he also appeared to be strong. Of course it could all be a ploy. Did he know of her? Know what she might look like? Would her presence draw out a shift in his behavior if he didn't know? And for what purpose was he here? Simply passing through? Perhaps he was on a mission? There was only one way to find out. A faint flowery smell permeated the air. It held a slight sweetness to it, a gentle fruitiness almost akin to strawberry. Out from behind one of the many great white trees stepped a girl. Her skin was porcelain, body clad in a dark robe with wavy pink patterns across the cuffs and collar. Soft pink orbs remained fixated upon the mortal. Snow white hair was worn loosely, nearly brushing upon the ground, and from her head sprouted a pair of white bone-like antlers, each covered in flowers similar to those found on the trees. She was barefoot, only dressed in the robe, and although it couldn't be seen her little tail wiggled somewhat excitedly behind her. It had been some time since she'd interacted with a mortal.

You can go ahead and start it!

I'm up for winging it!

Sounds good to me!

Just making a thread here! The Horned Lady of Blossoms is open if anyone wishes to make a champion for her, or any mortal (or outsider) wishes to interact with her! I suppose all I ask is that you be willing to do posts that are more than a paragraph on average.

Okay! I made an Outsider, let me know if there is anything that needs fixing!

Name The Horned Lady of Blossoms The White Horned Doe Whisper in the Woods Whispered Tongue Calla Age Young Adult Aspect The Horned Lady of Blossoms is the Chaotic Good embodiment of nature itself. Her domain consists of everything from the most miniscule of creatures and the soil that they live within all the way up to the mightiest of ancient trees. Occasionally monsters also fall within her purview. While she is an Angel she tends to take a more hands on role by comparison with many of her kin, directly challenging those who inflict harm upon any who are protected by her. Natural things, plants, animals, and fertile soil all give her power. It is possible to find her wandering within the White Woods, so named for her horns, located to the east of the Mountain City of Olfrus. She tends to these woods, cultivating growth and protecting them from the creeping march of civilization. While she is a Major aspect she does struggle to find as much power as others due to the small population within her domain, being somewhat picky with who she allows to settle down. Number Of Worshippers She has a few worshippers within the Farming Village of Olfrons thanks to her ability to bless the soils with increased fertility. More worshippers reside within the White Woods, having been granted her permission to reside there. Outside of this region her followers are quite limited, although there are a few loyal to her which attempt to pass on knowledge of her existence. Unfortunately her pickiness towards those who live within her woods, and her overall distrust of civilization, have limited the number of people willing to worship her. Place of Worship The Great Pale Oak, located at the center of the White Woods, is her official home, sanctuary, and acts as the primary shrine for those who worship her. It is an enormous, ancient white tree covered by pink flowers. Entering through a specific spot high within the canopy of the tree leads to her true sanctum. Bio It is said that The Great Pale Oak sprouted when she was born, or perhaps she was born when it first sprouted. Other rumors state that the tree itself is her true form. Of course these are just rumors: in reality she is a fairly new being which was born from the tree itself. She has remained content to restrict herself to her own little corner of the world so far, having held a lot of love within her heart for the forest. She is known as a mostly peaceful being who tends to give sanctuary to those who request it. Petite, frail, quiet, and timid, one might easily mistake her for a simple mortal at first glance. Calla, as those very close to her know her, is a curious being who enjoys helping and tending to others. Most who enter her woods will at least catch glimpses of her at some point or other, almost always observing from a distance, and only approaching directly in some rare occasions. Those who leave her gifts, or who catch her curiosity well enough, or who treat the woods respectfully, will tend to leave with favorable interactions, occasionally even managing to speak with the little Angel, and on a few rare occasions managing to make direct contact with her. Ever since her appearance the White Woods have been a place of peace and neutrality thanks to her presence, and she has proven time and time again that she is willing to protect that peace by force if necessary, much to the chagrin of other Angels. Because of her typically neutral stance she has on a few occasions been utilized as a negotiator, and her sanctum a negotiating grounds, for both mortals and Outsiders alike, and for this reason she earned the nickname Whispered Tongue. While she does allow people to live within the woods they are required to pass her tests, as she is very picky about who she allows to stay, mostly for the sake of the creatures and plants which reside within her region. Recently she has tried to seek out more followers, even requesting that her worshippers spread her name, as she has grown worried about the possibility of being dragged into some conflict. Kinks Sex itself is something which appeals greatly to the reclusive Angel. She enjoys the idea of being cuddled and handled by someone larger than herself, which is often the case given her petite stature. Romance has always interested her. Being with multiple partners, even at one time, has also been an interest of hers'. There are many different positions which she has viewed from afar, and trying them out is something she is curious about. She is interested in men, women, and everything in between. Limits The usual suspects (scat, snuff, vore, watersports, etc.). She also doesn't enjoy pain. Other Information The form she uses most is that of a young girl with porcelain white skin, loose white hair which reaches her ankles, and soft pink eyes. Diverging from these Human features are some more reminiscent of a doe, namely bone white antlers, a pair of deer-like ears, and a small deer-like tail covered in a light peach colored fur with white spots. Pink flowers often blossom from her horns. Her body is petite and appears almost frail with slightly wider hips, a slightly rounded rump, and thighs just full enough to present a gap near her crotch. In this form Calla's breasts are quite small, no more than slight lumps of fat, with areola a very soft pink color. When she wishes to move quickly her legs will take on a deer-like appearance with hooves in the same color of her ears and tail, and when in battle her horns will grow out further. Otherwise her lower half will take on a Human-like appearance, and in this form her skin is noticeably lacking in any hair. She can at will shift her body to take on other animalistic features.