Pyre (Level 3) mail warning

Physical Description
Height: 5'9" (5'11" in boots)
Hair: Red twin ponytails, black bands.
Eyes: Bright blue, sharp, always sizing you up.
Build: Strong hourglass — legs and hips built to move you where she wants, waist tight, chest full.
Skin: Pale, smooth, with a faint flush when things get heated.

What I Want (OOC)
I’m here for fights, for fun, and for stories that actually go somewhere.

I enjoy lewd RP, but I like to earn it — through competition, tension, or just plain bullying you into place.

I wrestle. I can be wordy and detailed in a match, but I can keep it fast if that’s what you need.

I have darker, long-term storylines in DMs for people who can handle the time and effort they take.

If you like soft, nice girls, keep walking.
If you want a partner who’ll push you, work you over, and make sure you feel the match? You found her.

Lore
I’m not human. I’m not even mortal. This body is a vessel I stole. I’m a devourer, one of the celestials that helped bring life into being. My mastery over it is divine, absolute… and yes, I can use it in play. But this isn’t about controlling you or stealing your agency.

In character, Pyre might be a bully and a dom. Out of character, your control over your character comes first. Any supernatural abilities or lore elements are there to draw you deeper into the scene, not to railroad you. If something isn’t fun for you, it won’t be fun for me, and the only way we get a great story is if we’re both steering it.

✦ Pacts
These characters are part of Pyre’s ongoing story—deep, emotionally resonant connections that influence her path between redemption and damnation.

Jessie Avery 🔥 Jessie’s Pact 🔥
I hunted her at first—drawn by the scent of something hidden, something half-awake and aching to be seen. I watched from the wilds, sent beasts to stalk her, let the world lean strange around her edges.
But Jessie didn’t run. She looked back.
She followed the signs, walked into my den, and met my gaze without flinching.
When the time came, I offered power—real, beautiful, dangerous—and she didn’t bow. She chose.
She called me by my true name. And in return, I gave her one of her own.
Now she bears my mark between her breasts. Not as a wound. As a vow.
I didn’t devour her.
I fell with her.

🔮 Alyce’s Pact 🔮
She was always surrounded by miracles—wonders that never touched her, powers that passed her by. A mortal among monsters, and yet… she endured.
I did not stalk her. I invited her. I showed her the edges of what I am, peeled back the veil, and asked if she could still look.
She did more than look. She stepped closer.
She saw my torment, my nature, my truth—and instead of fear, she offered something terrifying: hope. Not the naive kind. The kind that survives clarity. The kind that loves even when it knows better. She didn’t ask to be saved. She asked me to be. And so I named her. Not to claim her. To anchor her—to me, to herself, to the shape she chose to become.
She is no longer just a witness. She is my mirror, my flame bearer.
I shaped her.
And in doing so, she changed me.

✦ Match Summaries
Pyre vs. Elena:
Ughhh, it was supposed to be my night, okay?! I strutted into that ring like the queen I am—latex shining, heels clicking, twintails bouncing like bam, bam, bam. I owned that crowd.

Elena? She looked like some goody-goody from a fitness catalog. I mocked her—called her stiff, called her slow, called her mine—and then the bell rang. Easy, right? Wrong. She came at me like she'd been waiting to shut me up.

I fought back! Scratched, twisted, kicked—but nnnngh… she was relentless. Grinding me down, pinning me like she was trying to make a point. My skirt rode up, my pride slipped down, and I still wouldn’t beg. Okay—maybe I screamed a little when she bent me just right.

She made me finish. Are you happy?! I shivered when she whispered in my ear. Hmph. I let her win. Next time? I'm taking her down—heels first.

Pyre vs. Emily Whitaker
Ever seen anybody with a pet lion? No? There's a good reason for that. Same reason you shouldn't try to 'own' Emily. She's beautiful, small and soft looking, but she gets a finders fee from your dentist. She came into my house, sure beyond sure that she was going to put a collar around my neck. She insulted me, my place, then spit on my floor right in front of me.

So I spit in her fucking face. Sounds like a move, doesn't it?

Well, I paid for that, and so did she, over and over again. Emily is wild, dangerous and untamable. The best you can hope for is that she likes you, but she hates weakness. You don't 'handle' Emily, you survive. You don't have any credit with her, she chooses who she holds in esteem. Listen to what I'm saying. Take her deadly serious, treat her with respect, and earn her positive regard. If you somehow beat her, enjoy it. Don't humiliate her beyond reason. . .else you'll be spitting on my fucking floor, yeah?

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Some people ask for revelation.
Bia? She answered it.
Not with caution. Not with calculation. With hunger.
She stepped into the storm with open eyes and an open heart—so sure she knew what she was accepting. And maybe she did. Or maybe she just saw me and decided: yes. This. Whatever you are, I want it on my tongue, in my breath, under my skin.
And I obliged.
What passed between us wasn’t doctrine. It wasn’t divine. It was personal. Immediate. Carnal in the way only truth can be. She reached for a name, and I gave her experience. She offered her soul, and I… let her use mine for a while.
People like to ask: “Did she pass the test?”
Darling, she rewrote the rules.
She saw the shape of power and said: I’ll take it as it is.
No masks. No promises. Just me.
And now she glows with it.

Thanks for reading my profile!

Dancing Pyre!