[quote]Danalia is my name~. Yours? Yours doesn't matter.[/quote]

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 Danalia is an Elf by species, Alchemist by trade. The blue-haired bombshell has never been one to bother much with the magics of her own people - much preferring to mix and concoct in her make-shift 'lab' (in reality she only really needs two or three things to create her potions, but she likes the pomp and grandeur of calling it all a lab.) with beakers, burners, and various test tubes to create a certain form of magic all her own. She has been experimenting with various herbal and chemical mixes since a tender age, almost constantly on her own body. This ending in odd mishaps here and there, some irreversible, most not - thankfully. The ones that were impossible to revert - or at the very least, ones she chose not to - are rather obvious. Her azure hair and ruby eyes contrasting quite harshly with the majority of her blonde haired, blue eyes kin, while in most Elvish circles she stands a foot and a half taller than her brethren. Her large, succulent breasts dwarfed most race's of the world's, each fat slab of warm, flesh colored meat bigger than her head, being impossibly perky as well. Even when outside of her tight, blue leather top, they simply refused to sag in any real regard. Perhaps because they were new, or just because they don't like gravity, whose to say? Her impressive chest was a jarring juxtaposition to the rest of her. Danalia's body rather toned, as an Alchemist she constantly carried most of her equipment in a large traveler's bag while she went deep into the various woods and mountains of the world. The long days on the trail in-between her abode and foraging for miscellaneous herbs for the next devilish potion kept her body healthy and muscled. Even with all that wonderful sun beating down on her constantly, her skin still stayed as pale as the rest of her kind's - which the Elf didn't exactly mind, finding an odd beauty in her permanently light skin. 

Her long legs were hidden entirely by a heavy, baggy pair of trousers that Danalia constantly wore. Whether it be in the middle of the desert heat, or in the cool spring time of her forest ex-home land - she rarely took them off now-a-days. This is for her primary, irreversible accident with her potions - although now she can't even imagine not having its girth and weight hanging between her legs. One potion - she has long forgotten its rare ingredients - had left her writhing on the ground deep in the woods for hours. Her hand slickly grinding against her wet cunt endlessly, unable to control her lust in the slightest. Her mind a haze of body-wrenching orgasms and a bestial desire to breed. Her thoughts assaulted by images of impregnating, pumping load after load of seed into every woman she had ever met in her lifetime - her sister's, her mother, the cute girl she tormented daily - and how simply wonderful it must feel to be capable of doing such a thing. To be capable of forcing another to sire your offspring, to stretch out their insides with a thick piece of meat, to mate with them. And as if something answered her lust driven haze (very likely her own potion that caused the wet mess in the first place) - a massive, vein coated horse-cock with a matching pair of hairless balls sprung up above her unused fuck hole. Her eyes were wide and enraptured with the impressive thing. Danalia could fulfill her burning desire now.

The tall Elf has settled down in a bustling medieval metropolis, selling her more sexually minded potions to various town folk for years now. Some peasants, some nobles or merchants - all looking for that extra 'kick' in their sex life.  Most of her potions did harmless things, so she sold them at harmless prices. Twenty gold to make a cock larger and have a bigger girth for a few hours. Ten to increase the cum load for a day. Fifteen to exponentially increase bust size for a week. Petty things that were easy to make. Her more.. deviant items required quite a bit more cash however. Many of them banned outright in most of the nation she lived in for very obvious reasons. Potions to lessen the mind of the drinker, destroy their inhibitions and leave them with nothing more than wanton desire (Surprisingly, it contained no alcohol). Ten thousand gold to force the sheer inability to think of anything more than to be fucked and bred, for days on end - the potion only required a few, sparse drops to work, and Danalia sold it by the vial. Twenty thousand to make the victim ovulate and believe that there was nothing more fitting, nothing more correct - at the moment - than to be impregnated with a child, anyone's or anything's child. Genetics and anatomy be damned as well - quite a few - regularly humans - birthing the off-spring of beasts when under its affects. Oddly enough, these prices were rather fair considering the material's rarity and legality. The Blue Haired Bombshell was not greedy - at least not for gold. The Elf scarcely carried more gold than a few pouch fulls  on her at a time - most of her now hefty fortune tucked away into savings for emergencies. Her alchemist shack on the edge of town look ram shackled and rundown - the only real sign of it being lived in was the constant bellowing smoke rising from it's tall chimney. Window's broken out, shutter's hanging off loosely on their hinges. The front door looking weak, and rather old. 

The potion selling business is a means to an ends for Danalia. It gave her the chance, to meet new women just as deviant and foul as she is. Or at the very least, they were going to be. Even before she drank the vial that had gifted her with the cock she now proudly sported today, she lorded over her other Elf compatriots with quite the cruel hand. More than one tribeswoman becoming a shuddering mess when her name was merely mentioned. Some barring scars, brands, permanent tattoos from her handy work. Others, test subjects for potions leaving them visibly malformed in various ways. Over-sized breasts, fat, plump asses that didn't fit an Elf in the slightest, whilst other experiments ended in more... dire consequences. Nearly the entirety of her commune hoped she was dead, after many a long years missing - not that any would recognize her changed appearance if she were to return, having been ousted the moment she had came back with such a monstrosity between her legs - the others had already faced so much, but now to be raped and potentially bred? This was not something they were going to endure any longer. Danalia's only thought at the time was that she just wish she gave a damn. If she couldn't find something to use her new member on at home, she was going to leave regardless.

The few people the Elf woman met outside of her Alchemical testing, or who talked to her scarcely in bars and taverns,  found her a rather subdued, but generally a sarcastic being - an annoying and rather difficult to work with trait, considering her large bust and toned body. With a quick wit - even if sometimes it makes her fumble through some social interactions because she expects them to go a certain way - she usually rushed to end most random conversations. Her few remarks being mocking and degrading in nature, even if her voice made it clear she were teasing most of the time. This only served to make her seem even more like a bitch than she really was, generally just wanting to be left alone. This contrasted most fiercely with the tale's of people she has bed - either willingly or through force. Calling her sadistic and mean-spirited. Spitting vile remarks - albeit quite correct - about their body even while the Elf pumped them full of her own seed. More than one woman regaled stories of being forced to drink potions that broke their mind temporarily, "allowing" them to do some of the most obscene acts they've done in their lifetime with nary a thought. The closer one would travel to her home forest in the east, the more bastard half-breed elf's would spring up throughout the town's and villages - a remnant of her exodus long ago in her younger, more horny years. Many orphan's - even if most have long reached what human's considered Adulthood - their used mother abandoning them through shame (or perhaps for other reasons - as much as the Elf would say otherwise, some girl's did end up rather abruptly 'missing', when the child was born), nor any father to call their own. Not that Danalia gave them the scarcest thought, even though she knew full well what they were, if not who.

Other's - all women - spoke of her highly. The blue-haired Elf's handiwork was rather easy to spot. Unnaturally long and colored hair, large and impossibly full looking teats that still leaked milk at the lightest touch - perfect, wide breeding hips. The smell that they had about them was strange as well - many seemingly unable to rub the heady stench of viscous girl-cum out of their hair and face. Balking at the idea as if it were some sort of proud mark of what they were at their core. Something that had been bred, by Danalia. Her favorite women had been morphed and abused into almost sub-human thing's specifically made to hold her immense prick and sperm at her leisure. Hands rubbing their stomach's longingly, other's caressing brand mark's and tattoo's on their scarred body, with affection in their voice. Stating that even though Danalia had left them, the woman will still take care of their child. Calling out with some pride, that they, "Know the Elf was just gathering money to take care of them" - even if it had been years since the tall woman had visited their hovel. Whether or not Danalia had treated her brief (In the Elf's eyes. Many of her devoted victims she spent years with, morphing the slut's into what the Elf found most desirable at the time, before growing bored and leaving without a word) periods with them as serious romantic endeavors has yet to be clarified however. Most rumors chalking it up to her playing with the heart of yet another gullible, brainwashed and transformed woman. Even if Danalia was an alchemist of some renown known throughout a bustling trade center, very few of these 'victims', ever came to visit her. Most oddly contented in their knowledge that "She would be back."[/collapse]
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For a summary and general guidelines, this ended up mighty long.

=Danalia is a dominant elf, She comes with a two foot long horse cock stuffed in her pants and a hefty pair of balls, each about the size of a ripe grapefruit. The length and sizes of her genitalia are subject to changes, but those are her base levels. Seven foot tall, long blue hair tickling the arch of her back. Relatively muscled - putting her height into perspective, 'relatively' means 'stronger than most normal sized beings.' If you're a scrawny, 5'6 Thief, you aren't coming up to steal from me, when my hand can wrap around the entirety of your upper cranium with room to spare. That isn't a fucking thing any one sane would do. Quit it, steal from my store or something, but going 'Oh I'll pickpocket this girl who I don't even reach the chest of' isn't something an adult would casually think is an acceptable idea. Theres also the problem that Danalia dresses with solely a bikini top, baggy trousers,  and a satchel strung over one arm, bouncing off her waist. Not the best thing to pickpocket.

=OOC and ICC I'm generally a fucking cunt depending on my mood, get over it. 

=Four lines is the minimum, anything else just feels like we're ham-fisting it and puking all over the screen with random quibbles of what could be, potentially, maybe, essentially be interesting, if we actually put on our imagination caps and filled in tons of miscellaneous, white-void blanks.

=No, I am not inclined towards fucking male characters. Note the word 'characters', lets not be autistic here and message me whining about how I'm just afraid of the men text fucking me behind their screens or some bullshit like that. Fucking retards, goddamn.

=If you don't interest me, I probably won't respond - but do give it a go one or two times, might just be afk. Give the second note a firm look over though.

=I know, you just bending over and becoming a filthy little cum dumpster for a hung elf is just the greatest thing ever. You want to dive into the kinky sex, humiliation, and total disregard of your character immediately. But, that doesn't really work with me outside of two or three people. If you're coming to me, except a little bit of 'Who is this person' from the both of us, at least until we've had a few sessions.

=Not really a fan of furries. You'd have to be pretty fucking fantastic to not make me want to slit my wrists at the thought of impregnation your ass. Fucking a furry is entirely based on the quality of their picture - and not your ability to write.

=If you have a real life pictures, the chance of me fucking you is zero percent. No pictures, and no physical description? Its arching into the zone of negative numbers.

=Please, if you come up to me - have an idea. Lets not run around in circles for half an hour trying to get the other to start. If I come to you, I'll start. If you come to me - guess whose starting? Its not the character named 'Danalia', the red eyed elf with a horse dick.

=Sluts, even when you're addicted to this horse-cock, mind brought to the basest necessities - I want you smart enough to find your way out of a brown paper bag, please. I like having competent conversations with my whores, even if its just them admitting the insults I'm throwing at them are perfectly valid statements.

=Are you a loli? Yes? Don't be a child and I might like you - depends on your pictures 110%. Are you an especially child-like loli, talking with 'Mommy~ Wah! W-what a-a-are w-we go-gonna do on the b-bed? W-watch movies?" Be expected for me to point and laugh at you for faux-pedophilia. I.e; It isn't about the body type, it's about the demeanor.

=Poofers? Go ahead and poof. We're "RPing" - and even at the most story-driven of points, sex literally weeks away - I'm not going to get pissy about you leaving in the middle of a scene. I'm all for being kind and courteous - but you fuckers who complain about this shit need to be a little more self-aware about what exactly you're doing here, and what this site is. Fuck. Don't come running up apologizing about how you needed to leave, and how 'I'm just so sorry mistress'. Its not that fucking deep.

=Dickgirls, Shemales, other Herms. I don't really care about the whole 'domination play' and struggle for power. I'll win. You won't - because I'm not interested in submitting. The whole 'I'm a dominant but really submissive' thing is kind of a turn off. Be a bitch who gets dominated until she's submissive or something. Not a submissive who behaves like a dominant for the views.

=Want to set off my "Autism"? Call me a 'domme' - whoever thought that was a good word for the people who run around here, breaking people's cunts clearly was an ESL student and doesn't realize how fucking soft a word 'domme' is.

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If you want to be dragged down into the perverse depths of body transformation, impregnation, and general, horse-cock filled dominant fun Danalia offers, just send me a message or note - if I'm interested, I'll respond! It doesn't have to be where she's an alchemist. Danalia lives to spread her seed in as many cum dumpst--... attractive females as possible! 

Just to clear up a misunderstand most seem to have - no, unless its brought up, or snuff is specifically stated in your kink list. I'm not going to kill you. Fuck, unless you seem like you want it, I'm probably not even going to beat you very much. I'll be a verbally degrading fucker who makes you feel worth less than the dust on the ground, but you'll likely stumble out with a stretched out cunt, leaking seed, your breasts three sizes bigger as they slosh with milk, and your ass all the plumper - not three broken ribs, coughing up blood, with one of your eyes blackened and shut, like some of my kinks dictate unless its quite clear to both parties that would be a marvelous thing to do

If you're going to throw me someplace outside of fantasy, please try and make it coherent as to why a lewd, lascivious Elf exists there. Having an RP start where I'm mystically inside a car, or at a modern day school is uncanny - especially since she's dictated as essentially ageless, and should be nowhere near a school for youngsters. And before you go, "Shes a teacher.", what kind of dominant two-foot horse-cock equipped elf, that towers over most people - would waste her time teaching teens in the modern age? If Danalia wants sex - theres much safer, underground routes to go that wouldn't immediately get her in trouble with the law at the drop of a hat. "She couldn't resist the teens bodies! They're so hot!" Yes. Yes she can. Please, just drop a line about how mythical creatures were exposed as real, or the exploration of space has made the wildest imaginations of the written word suddenly become true, as Elves and such were found on far flung planets. Thats really all I want. 

I'm a seven foot tall Elf - I can handle being told, 'No, I don't want to fuck you anymore.' Don't even need to explain it. Text-fucking is about having fun, not dragging yourself through something you aren't enjoying. Also, if you are one of my 'story-driven' partners, and just want to cut the crap and get beat within an inch of your life, and then brutally skull fucked until you passed out, waking up with your mouth full of thick, yellowish cum and tied to the Elf, with her dick embedded in you? Just. Say it. Kind of sick of my 'story-driven' partners, tossing aside the context and fluff we've been writing for days, to get dicked like lewd fucking whores.

That said, if you are story-driven [even to the silliest degree], please for the love of God come say hi and lets get cracking something interesting out! I want to scream at the amount of times the above has happened now. Lewds are nice, but fuck I wanna run around as an Elf with vials of acid some times!

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Besides through worshiping me as divinity, stroke my bloated ego in another way! I've finally decided to be a fucking terrible subhuman scum and indulge in this bit of fun: http://ask.fm/Dannalia
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Danalia, the Shipper 

Dex - 12 (+0) 
Str - 16 (+2) 
Int - 13 (+1) 
Con - 9 (+0) 
Wis - 8 (-1) 
Cha - 15 (+1) 

Elf 
Choose one weapon—you can always treat weapons of that type as if they had the precise tag. [Swords] 

Evil 
Kill the defenseless or surrendered 

6/8 Experience 

15/19 Hp 
1 Armor 

Signature Weapon: Unnamed Rapier; A trusty rapier she stole from her captain, and promptly called it her own from hence on. She half hopes she asks for it back just so she can say no. 
Reach: Close 
Enhancements: +2 Piercing, +1 Damage 


Weight 7/7 (Maximum: 28) 


Signature Weapon: 2 weight 
Dungeon Rations: 1 weight, 5 uses 
Chainmail: 1 armor, 1 Weight 
Adventuring Gear: 1 Weight 
Antitoxin: 0 Weight 
Dungeon Rations Set 2: 1 Weight, 5 uses 
Poultices and Herbs: 1 Weight 

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This is what I'll generally churn out if I like you. So... yeah, keep up.

 Danalia took a drag of her cigarette they had looted from the previous merchant ship, the wind billowing the puff of smoke she exhaled away in mere moments. Scantily dressed like nearly all the women on this 'quite nice' ship were, her luscious and full breasts bulged out against the thin blue - it matched the color of the ship after all - top she wore. Showing off her tanned, lustrous skin marvelously, seemingly having little in the way of shame or worries of showing off her salt-sprayed, toned and almost exotically tanned skin. Except for the lower half of her, which was of course - kept covered in a very tight, very constrictive looking pair of shorts - The first-mate had a fat ass that plumped out of the backside of the pants marvelously. Jiggling and shaking, swaying from side to side with every unintentionally seductive step - as well as a little something, ungodly large and 'extra' that was nearly constantly outlined, wrapped around the side of her pants and bent lewdly. As thick as most of the strong women's arms in the ship, and practically just as long - it was very hard to deny her tight shorts hid her cock and pair of two, sloshing balls at all, really. Wrapped around her hip and essentially stabbing into one of her ass cheeks at all time, it was clear if she sat down in any real way the thing would break lose, and slide out of her leg, ruining her modesty - the few times it has happened, it was very difficult to not stare at the sheer monstrous length of it all. Veiny, coated in sweat and dripping what most certainly was viscous pre-cum. The only one on the ship who hadn't felt its 'wrath' - often multiple girls all in one night, filling up the ship with whorish moans and slutty gasps for more - was the captain. Left alone, in her captain's room. Only to hear what ~should~ have been happening to her day after day. Unlike most women on the ship as well, she didn't bear any tattoo's. No piercings, no brands of being a criminal scum, even if she was rather good at the whole killing and pillaging booty aspect of the pirate life. "Aye~. Unless the one with the tramp stamp wants me to stay behind. After all, the moaning of the brothel whores might keep you from sleeping.. yet again~." The lack of respect for her position of captain, was a rather common thing.
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[quote] What do you mean you didn't want to bear my offspring? What a shame... looks like I'll need to be keeping you in my lab, so you don't do anything.. Ah... drastic, until it's born. Then you can go do whatever your stupid mind deems fit, sleeve.[/quote]


Kinks

*Ashtrays -Danalia is a heavy chain smoker of surprisingly modern looking cigarettes. She needs somewhere to put the butts and grind out the embers in. Your mouth looks like a fine place for that. "It'll burn.", "You'll scald away my sense of taste..." "My mouth will be caked with ashes!", "Its poisonous! I can't swallow the filters!" ... Its funny you think you have a choice.
*Autism -We're all autistic here - we're lewdly type fucking each other. I understand this is a high bar I set. But I [i]really[/i] don't want, nor need all my kinks stuffed into an RP, you mongoloids. I can't be breeding, impregnating a girl - making her dress up like a slut, and then beating her half to death in the same timeline, before selling her to a butcher. It just doesn't fit - what butcher would buy goods thats covered in bruises and deep cuts,  broken limbs and a fully bloated belly that was once bearing a living child. Well, besides the ones that Danalia knows... but thats not the point.
*Bashfulness -This is fine at the start, but once you've taken Danalia's horse cock a few times - she fully excepts you to be able to show off that you want it. There's nothing that stirs her horse-dick more than a needy slut begging to be mercilessly filled with spunk and seed, to have a half-breed put into her. Acting like you've never seen it before, in the fourth sex scene, is not-so-welcome.
*Bespectacled Gals -Danalia just can't get over how sexy most women look with spectacles on. Especially once they've had a heavy load of cum to coat the surface and block out their vision. Only able to see the creamy white sperm that most certainly is splattered all over the rest of their face as well. 
*Bovines -Not so much in the sense of furrydom, but women with fat, milk-able teats. Forcing the girl to moo and wear patterned clothing (or not clothing at all - she's a cow, after all) reminiscent of the beast they accidentally are akin too. Forcing them to eat half-dead grass as they're trapped in a barn like a farm animal - Danalia coming by every so often to pump milk from their overfilled, swollen tits, giving them a heavy layer of semen to lap up as a treat.
*Breeding -This Elf fully intends to create many, many half-breed bastard children in her lifetime. She's not going to take care of a single goddamn one of them though - that is the birther's problem, not hers.
*Causing Pain -What's not to love about knowing the girl you just impregnated literally can't breathe properly from a rib stabbing into her lung from her rightfully deserved kick in the side for asking something retarded, like, "Did you like using me, Mistress?"
*Cock/Ball Worship -Her massive horse-cock exists for a reason. To pump submissive, dumb little cum dumpster's  - like the person reading this now - with her seed and grace them with a half-breed, bastard child. Her cock is worth more than you. Her cock is more important than you. Her cock will be treated with the proper respect her cock deserves - or your throat and cunt are going to be very sore. 
*Cocksleeves -She needs one to keep her horse-dick warm at night. Can either be a literal, plastic one - usually in the shape of her latest victim... strange... Or just referring to literally using a girl as a sleeve for her dick. Generally the latter, but making a slut into the former until she's torn in half, filled with cum and left to rot in the trash is always a welcome addition to Danalia's life.
*Corruption -There's few things quite as enjoyable as bringing a respectable, well-groomed woman down into a craven cock-slut, dressed like a bimbo, desperate for the next load of seed to be pumped into her. Bonus points if Danalia fucks the girl - repeatedly - until she comes to long for the pleasure.
*Different Settings -Danalia is an Elf, you can practically stuff that into any time period  with your mileage varying here and there. Plus. If she were sci-fi, she'd simply adore nanobots~.
*Dom Breakers -[[ Why the fuck would I RP with something specifically made to undermine my character? Are you fucking retarded? Literally the only people who I will instantly block for outright inability to fucking properly think about what they're doing. Fuck. "I am bestststs dom! F-fear me! Uguu kawaii sempai A-are you p-proud of me yet?]] 
*Dominance -Oh you silly little slut, do you really think you have a choice in the matter?
*Dressing You Up -Some people on here do not understand that 'arousing clothing' is ~not~ a french maids outfit, or some stockings attached to their usual attire. It is however - the entirely unrealistic and impractical. The armors that cover the chest only half way, while leaving the warrior's flat stomach and full teats exposed. The inside of their thighs are left bare - not even a plated skirt on. Its  the tight work uniform, a few sizes to small that clings to your bust - or lack there of - hugging your form wonderfully as your body can barely fit within the confines of it - fabric straining and groaning audibly from your faint movements, with a tilted beret upon your head adding a docile 'cute' factor to it. Silly, entirely impractical, impossible to get properly on/off - but it looks good. Danalia has started to take charge of what her playthings wear, because asking them to find things to put on themselves is more agonizing than ripping off fingernails, one by one. 
*Elves -Although Danalia finds quite a few things arousing - nothing beats her own race. As a pure breed, she can't help but feel indebted to her race to create more!
*Excessive Cum -What do you mean, you weren't expecting your face to be more white than skin-colored after Danalia came? What? Cum is soaking into your scalp and you think its disgusting? No, no no. That simply won't do at all. I think you need another load added on~.
*Foot Worship -You're a tool. It doesn't matter if your stepped on. You're a tool. You don't get to have feelings or thoughts that matter.  You're worth less than my feet. Infact - you can start cleaning my filthy, sweat-drenched feet now! Make sure your tongue gets in between the toes where all that sock-lint is. Don't worry about tryiing to get up - your fat breasts make a good place to rest them on.
*Hair -On her partner's head - not so much thick bushes or armpit hair or anything. Danalia is just a lover of lustrous, beautiful and long locks of hair. Character's with long hair will always take precedence over those without. Its just that important to her.
*Human Furniture -Touched upon during Foot Worship - but that flat stomach of yours look like a nice place to sit down. To slap my softball sized, sperm-filled cum containers down onto your belly button. Slicking your stomach with sweat. Your large breasts just the perfect place to slide my throbbing, pre-cum leaking cock in-between, Of course - its long enough that it'll be laying across your dumb face as well.. but your furniture. You don't get to lick up all the warm fluid dripping out all over your lips and nose. There's other tools for that.
*Hypnotic/Addictive Musk -There is just something about the heady scent of Danalia's sweat soaked balls that is just.. addictive. It tickles woman's nose in just that right way that they can't help but inhale a little bit deeper. Inch their face's a little closer, grind their thighs a little bit tighter together, for just another faint little whiff of the hot scent. Maybe a small taste won't hurt either...
*ICC Starters -Also Known As: Winging it entirely. I find its far more natural, robust, and just more lip gnawing amazing. My best RPs tend to be kept to a short 5 questions, before diving right into the massive walls of text.
*Kitsunes -Danalia has a very warm spot in her heart for fox-girl kind. Not that they aren't going to be coerced, raped, or otherwise talked into becoming her cum dumps regardless.
*Larger-Than-Life Cock/Balls -Danalia sports one. It can change from hanging down to her mid thigh - wrist thick, or to where base-to-tip the meat rod is as thick as her thigh, and hanging down to her shins. The balls can vary from standard sized, to massive soft-ball - and above -sized, smelly semen tanks. Just tell me where you want it to be at. I prefer the secondary sizes however.
*More Corruption -Making a petite girl into everything she's not. Long legged, fat-assed. Large full breasts on her chest that jiggle with every heeled step she takes. A stark, wonderful contrast to who she once was? Very nice.
*Nobility/Regality -The higher class folks, the ones that are simply better than the common rabble. They're the best to fill with seed, force them to return to Danalia's shop day after day to be pumped with more cum - forcing them to miss out high-society dinner parties, balls, extravagant festivals - all for an Elf, until their familial status as a noble is ruined from their bloated belly and lack of attendance - among other, terrible things. Danalia isn't one to shy away from taking her "friend's" to the town square and fucking them in broad daylight, before forcing them to walk back to their own impressive abode's in the nude.
*Nosehooks -Oink for me fuck-sow~. Whats that, you don't want to eat the half-rotten apple cores out of your feeding trough, or really anything from it? Here. Let me lift my heavy work boot, and place it on the back of your head, and slam your fucking face into the disgusting, revolting slop of half-eaten human food, for you to understand that animals don't have choices - well, you have two. Eat, or I can find a very lovely butcher for you to become acquainted with, pig.
*Note Play -Its pretty alright in my book. Although I'm more concerned about my partner dropping off the face of the earth and not responding for weeks, more than anything.
*Objectification -Her partner's are tools to her. Some with be one use - and then kicked in the cunt and left somewhere - others will last throughout the years. The Elf is always in the need, after a long day in front of her hot alchemy table for a lovely bath - and luckily for her she has just the girls to lick up every inch of her massive semen tank's and large horse cock of her thick, salty coating of sweat. Many times the pungent aroma of some other girl's cunt coating it as well. Half the time, she just stuffs their face right into her groin and rubs her ball's off on their face until most of the stench and liquid is off - onto the dirty rag's face, that is.
*One Liners/Hellos -Please don't be coy. You've probably read my ad, you've probably read the rest of my kinks and are just a dripping, horny mess wanting to be speared on a massive horse cock like a dumb cum dumpster. Don't make small talk that leads nowhere.
*OOC Planning -I am just really not a fan. Generally after all the talk of planning - neither of us have the time, or I lose all the interest I had. It has to be rather to-the-point, and if you come to me, you're going to start. Thats just how it is. If I come with you, OOC, you can assume I have an idea and just want clarification.
*Other Genders Besides Female -Can I breed you? No? Is your only available hole, anally inclined? Yes? Then I really don't want to fuck you. At all.
*Responsiveness -[[ Seriously, don't just fucking sit there and be like *Moans* or *Squirms moaning*. Fuck. Say how the girl's body is heaving from her panted breathes as her body is intruded, her fat teats jiggling with every rough thrust into her while the bed sheets are pushed backwards inch by inch from every pound into her aching cunt. Just.  Don't take the dick like a limp, wet noodle. Thanks.]]
*Scent Marking -All that viscous cum covering her victim's body, seeping into her hair, her pores, her very clothes will easily make them smell like a rank, owned cock slut. Not that the Alchemist would have it any other way. She likes knowing that the bred women cannot mate with someone else - at least not for a few days - from the sheer stench of semen and ball-sweat clinging to their bodies, that were essentially used as a rag for the horny Elf's bodily fluids - semen or otherwise (This includes piss.)
*Short Term/Long Term -I like both! Let me corrupt you in an hour into a quivering, broken husk. Or slowly drug you over days, weeks until  you simply can't resist the commanding voice of this tall, buxom Elf - of course, you probably will be raped a few times before that point though, buuuut. That is just how these things work 90% of the time.
*Slut Clothing -Danalia loves revealing, sultry, and skin-tight clothing. Who gives a fuck that you're wearing a mini-skirt that shows off your dripping cunt at the slightest movement? That even the most raunchy of prostitute's wouldn't be caught dead in the clothes you're so-casually walking around in? Its fucking hot!
*Snuff -Killing cum dumpsters is fun. Killing them and then kicking them in the gutter to laugh at their corpse before leaving - and never thinking about them again - is even better.
*Very Bad Ends -This high-strung Elf can't think of anything more intoxicating, anything more thrilling, than impregnating her latest fuck-toy, keeping and coddling her for months, until her stomach is bloated with their child. Making the latest "lover" believe she was special, even near-and-dear to the Elf's heart - and then selling her off to some perverted fuck to do with her what they please for nary more than enough change to buy herself dinner. Morphing a docile girl's thoughts into those of a mating-centered cow. Fucking her cunt and stretching it until it really can take another specie's - and then dragging her to the barn to fulfill her purpose in life now - mating with bulls. Her massive breasts laden with milk until she can barely stand up straight. Or just outright killing her, or making her abandon their child immediately after birth for the off chance of being fucked again, or forcing her to kill herself. Or lots of other devious, terrible, and delicious things!
*Violence -Depends on who its with - if you're some docile girl just begging on your knees to be beat, this isn't going to work. Some high-class noble, some strong warrior woman - some higher echelon broad? You can bet your soon to be worthless, stretched out cunt that Danalia is going to be ramming her knee into your jaw until she hears a lovely snap, followed by your blood splattering all over the floor so you can figure out the proper way to throat her dick.
*Virile Cum -"The color was disgusting. Not pure white, not even a little white.. Off-white. Yellowish. Even through the mixture of piss, and saliva that was on her breasts, she could literally feel the millions of sperm swimming within her Mistress's virile and fertile spunk. Just a tablespoon of this stuff inside her womb... would ruin whatever was already there. This would dominate her cunt, and impregnate her, would ruin the child of whoever had already implanted their seed inside of her - and take the child as its own. This was the cum of her Goddess."
*You want me to do what? -Got something weird you're not too sure about? Tossing you into a kennel to be bred by a pack of dogs, nipple-pussies, or want to be literally bathe in cum, to swim around in Danalia's horse-spunk? Just ask. I'll likely incorporate it in some way if it isn't a total turn off.