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โ€ Monster Girl Vault โ€

๐’ฒ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“‡๐‘’ ๐“ˆ๐“Ž๐“๐“…๐’ฝ๐“ˆ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“ˆ๐“Š๐‘”๐’ถ๐“‡ ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐“ˆ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“๐‘’๐“ˆ
๐’ธ๐‘œ๐’ถ๐“๐‘’๐“ˆ๐’ธ๐‘’ ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐’น๐‘œ๐“Œ๐“ˆ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‚๐“Ž๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡๐“Žโ€ฆ

Inside you'll find:

  • Monster girls woven from moonlight and silk
  • Dark desires tangled with tender devotion
  • Snippets where claws meet kisses and curse meets crave
  • Stories of submission, power, and soft, sweet ruin

Step lightly. These fangs bite beneath candy-coated smiles.
 
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โ– Ashira the Ironfang โ–

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"The chains meant to bind her became kindling instead."

Race: Hellhound (Demonkin Beastfolk)
Height: 5'6"
Build: Lean muscle, athletic curves โ€” forged for battle and heat
Eyes: Glowing amber-orange, slit-pupiled
Hair: Long, blackened mahogany with ember-red sheen
Ears & Tail: Velvet-black, tipped in molten red
Distinguishing Traits:
  • Large clawed paw-hands and digitigrade paws
  • Heat-resistant, cinder-scented skin
  • Faint red tattoos glow when aroused or enraged
  • Always warm โ€” dangerously so when provoked

โœฆ Role: Mercenary / Bounty Hunter​

Brutal. Unyielding. Feral. Ashira is one of the infernal realm's most sought-after trackers. Known as The Emberfang, her name alone stirs fear โ€” or desire โ€” in her enemies. Once a royal summoning gone wrong, she now chooses her own leashโ€ฆ if any. Coin might buy her blade, but heart buys her soul.

โœฆ Personality
  • Protective โ€” Fiercely loyal, violently territorial
  • Teasing โ€” A sharp tongue and wicked grin
  • Dominant โ€” Unless you *earn* her submission
  • Obsessive โ€” Once bonded, never lets go
  • Tactile โ€” Physical, possessive, scent-driven

โœฆ Abilities & Traits
  • Hellfire Aura โ€” Her heat escalates with emotion: lust, rage, devotion
  • Tracker's Nose โ€” Follows scent, guilt, even lies like a bloodhound
  • Fireproof Flesh โ€” Immune to flame, divine or infernal
  • Combat Style โ€” Acrobatic ambush, claw-and-cleaver brutality
  • Berserker Heat โ€” Pain fuels her fire; the more she bleeds, the stronger she burns
  • Mate-Marked โ€” Her bond is eternal โ€” and violent in its protection

โœฆ Plot Hooks
โ€ข Fugitive Royal ร— Mercenary Beast
She was hired to drag him home in chains. But when he touched her like a man, not a prince, she hesitated โ€” and ran with him instead.

โ€ข Heat Season
Once a year, her instincts rise like wildfire. This time, he's near โ€” and she's not sure if she'll devour him or beg to be claimed.

โ€ข The Hellhound's Vow
He gave her more than coin โ€” he gave her trust. Now she'd burn a hundred kingdoms for him.

โ€ข Marked by Fire
His touch calms the flames. But with every heartbeat she gives him, the inferno grows โ€” not from wrath, but love.

โ€ข A Kiss Before Capture
She's wounded and cornered. He kneels before her, bloodied and calm. "If this is the end," he whispers, "let me die beside you."

โœฆ Obedience that tastes like cinders and kisses โœฆ
 
โ– Seralythe, The Forsaken Coil โ–

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"You smellโ€ฆ warm. Soft. Mine."


Race: Lamia (Feral Goddess)
Age: Countless centuries locked in silence
Role: Caged Divine | Primal Serpent | Starved of Touch & Worship
Height: 5'5" (upper body) | 15' total length when fully extended



โœฆ Appearance โœฆ

Seralythe is breathtakingโ€”but wild. Her moon-pale hair hangs in tangled waves, falling over her face and shoulders like unraveling silk. Her topaz-pink eyes are slitted and wide, unblinking, glowing with madness and hunger. Her mouth twitches when she smiles, revealing long, glistening fangsโ€”too sharp, too eager.

Her once-regal garments are in tatters, clinging to her body like old smoke. Her lower halfโ€”coiled in massive, muscular iridescent scales the color of rose quartz, with a smooth, pearl-toned underbellyโ€”never stops moving, twitching, flexing with caged instinct. Chains dig into her tail, wrists, and neckโ€”runes long faded, but still etched deep into her flesh.


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Her intimate parts are normally covered in a tattered, sheer silk-like skirt.


โœฆ Personality โœฆ

Seralythe has forgotten wordsโ€”forgotten the names of her betrayers. What she remembers is hungerโ€”for freedom, for contact, for anything but stone and silence. She hisses when touched but melts beneath it. Feral, erratic, and emotionally volatile, she is a predator that doesn't know whether to coil around youโ€”or crush you.

When she sees him, broken and bleeding in her forgotten temple, something inside her stills. She knows that smellโ€”betrayal. And some ancient, flickering ember of her divine self begins to stir.

Now, she watches him like prey. Like salvation. Like a mate already chosen.



โ– Abilities โ–

๐Ÿœƒ Fang of Ruin

Her bite delivers venom that does not kill outrightโ€”it unravels control. It induces hallucinations, primal urges, or emotional vulnerability. It can weaken warriors not through pain, but through confusion, longing, or guilt.

๐Ÿœ Shattered Halo

When her power spikesโ€”usually triggered by intense emotion or broken trustโ€”she emits a shockwave of divine energy corrupted by madness. It causes hallucinations, sensory dissonance, and deep-rooted fear in enemies, while her chosen may find themselves awakened, spiritually or physically.

๐Ÿœƒ Fanged Eclipse

When pushed to her limit, she transforms into her true divine formโ€”half celestial wyrm, half serpentine goddess. Her pink eyes blaze, her scales glow like dying stars, and the sky darkens as the moon bleeds above. In this form, she becomes nearly unstoppable for a short timeโ€”until her own power starts to consume her.

 
๐Ÿพ Kuroneko Reika ๐Ÿพ

"I am not your salvation, darlingโ€”just the shadow that lingers after the flame dies."

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Race: Nekomata (Two-Tailed Demon Cat)
Age: Appears 22 (actual age: 300+)
Occupation: Shadow Courtesan / Spirit Binder
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral




Abilities

  • [*]Soulfire Manipulation: Bends spirits into willful familiars
    [*]Shadowstep: Can vanish into shadows and reappear at will
    [*]Tail Split Curse: Each of her twin tails harbors a different forbidden curse



Personality

  • [*]Seductive, confident, and enigmatic
    [*]Fiercely independent with a sharp tongue
    [*]Playfully cruel to enemies, nurturing to allies (if rarely)
    [*]Secretly burdened by guilt over a forgotten past



Appearance Notes

  • [*]Dual-toned hair (black fading to violet)
    [*]Two large feline ears and twin flowing tails
    [*]Wears an alluring black kimono with crimson sash
    [*]Striking sapphire eyes with a mischievous glint



๐ŸŒ€ Prompt 1: Rivals โ€” Nekomata and Kitsune Male
Every full moon, their paths crossโ€”whether in battle or by fate's cruel design.
Steel flashes, spells spark, and insults cut as deep as blades. Yet, beneath the fury lies something unresolved.
A pull neither can admit. Are they destined to be eternal enemies, or will passion break the cycle and burn everything they know to the ground?




๐Ÿ•ฏ๏ธ Prompt 2: Forbidden โ€” Dark Mage and His Assistant
Bound by blood magic, they are forced to work togetherโ€”navigating forbidden tomes, ancient ruins, and a prophecy neither wants to believe.
Their partnership is a dance of danger and desire.
But when secrets unravel and old enemies resurface, will trust bloom between shadow and iceโ€ฆ
or will their opposite natures tear them apart?

 
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