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The Light of the Moon (Open)
A small and superstitious town has worshipped werewolves as gods for many years. Each full moon, they would send a Priestess of the Wolf to a small clearing in the forest to help the werewolves, for the next day the females enter heat. Many males and females alike converge on this night to get themselves ready for the next few days of random sex with what ever werewolf that is willing to spread its legs. The Priestess helps in whatever way she can.
IC: She stepped to the clearing quietly, clothed in nothing but the moonlight. Her blonde hair reached just below her shoulders, her dark blue eyes looing around for any werewolf coming. Catherine expected many to arrive for her, males, females, all kinds. Her town had made sure she was properly prepared to help their gods by learning everything and anything that could please them.
She brushed a few strands of her hair behind her ear and sat on the large wooden stump that was more than large enough for her and many others to fit on. This was, more or less, the "sacrificial table" for her to lay on when she starts helping the pack.
He breasts bounced softly when she got completely onto the table and sat, legs crossed. "Come my gods. Let me assist you with your needs." She called out into the darkness.
OoC: Need werewolves, and a lot of them. Males and females alike.
A small and superstitious town has worshipped werewolves as gods for many years. Each full moon, they would send a Priestess of the Wolf to a small clearing in the forest to help the werewolves, for the next day the females enter heat. Many males and females alike converge on this night to get themselves ready for the next few days of random sex with what ever werewolf that is willing to spread its legs. The Priestess helps in whatever way she can.
IC: She stepped to the clearing quietly, clothed in nothing but the moonlight. Her blonde hair reached just below her shoulders, her dark blue eyes looing around for any werewolf coming. Catherine expected many to arrive for her, males, females, all kinds. Her town had made sure she was properly prepared to help their gods by learning everything and anything that could please them.
She brushed a few strands of her hair behind her ear and sat on the large wooden stump that was more than large enough for her and many others to fit on. This was, more or less, the "sacrificial table" for her to lay on when she starts helping the pack.
He breasts bounced softly when she got completely onto the table and sat, legs crossed. "Come my gods. Let me assist you with your needs." She called out into the darkness.
OoC: Need werewolves, and a lot of them. Males and females alike.
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