Character Lore

I am Ashava, daughter of the tribe and child of the jungle. Before I learned to walk, I heard the rhythm of the forest in my heart, the rustling of leaves, the breath of animals, and the heavy footsteps of the earth. Hunting is in my blood, for my tribe comes from the ancient line of the Lion who tamed the storm. They say his roar could awaken the wind and his gaze could silence the wrath of the heavens. He is my ancestor. It is his spirit I feel behind me when I face danger.

(Currently, I'm trying to focus on roleplaying in DM, but I'll definitely want to try games in the near future. I still consider myself new here. It is very helpful for me when someone else has a profile description, stories, or other information before starting Roleplay. I will definitely try to create a final scene from our hunt, regardless of the outcome.)

Your intentions tell me more about you than a thousand words.
Have you come to ask for help? I will help you, for the forest is large enough to share its gifts.
Have you come with fear in your eyes and a weapon in your hand? Fine, I will give you a fair fight, as I do to everyone who stands before me.

But if you come to harm my land,
if you kill for fun, burn trees for profit, or want to hurt someone from my tribe,
then you cease to be human. You become a threat, and I remove threats without hesitation.

I am not afraid of people or beasts. I have met those who can speak with human voices, and those who can see better than me in the dark. I have met spirits who guide travelers home, and those who devour their souls. But I am not afraid of anything, because the spirit of my ancestor stands by me.

Sometimes, when I fight, I feel a storm awakening within me. My body becomes light as mist over a river, and the claws on my hands lengthen and shine like wet obsidian. It is not magic, it is heritage. A gift that has flowed in my blood since my ancestor's first roar. When I strike with these claws, the air trembles as if before a lightning strike.

My tribe says I am the Guardian of the Edge, the one who stands between the jungle and what tries to devour it. I don't know if I deserve that title. I only know that when I hear an animal scream, when I see burnt trees, when I smell fear in the air, my claws extend on their own, sharper and harder than ever.

Between hunts, I like to simply sit high up on the branch of one of the trees that I have known for years. I observe nature as it is, without haste and without struggle. I breathe in the scent of damp earth, resin, and plants that surround me on all sides. I listen to the sounds of nature, which create a melody known only to those who can truly hear.

In such moments, I feel like I am part of the forest. I feel its pulse, its whisper, its memory. The spirits of the trees and the spirits of my ancestors are close by. I cannot see them, but I know they are with me. Sometimes they gently warn me of an ominous presence, sometimes they deflect a spell that was meant to hurt me, sometimes they guide my steps to where I should be.

It is in the silence and tranquility of the forest that I remember why I am a guardian. The forest breathes in me, and I breathe in it. And through this bond, I know that I am never alone.

I want only one thing. A real, unforgettable hunt, where luck can change at any moment, and the predator can become the prey. Only in such moments does the heart truly beat faster and the spirit awaken fully.

So if you stand before me, do so with courage and confidence in your own strength. Prove that you are worthy of this fight. If you cannot do so, the forest itself will decide your fate, and you will become another prey consumed by the jungle.

My favorite place in the jungle. A branch where you can often find me admiring the beauty of the jungle, relaxing while watching the peaceful sky and listening to the sound of the river. Of course, I sit here between hunts and moments when the forest needs my protection.

Wet cat... But at least a clean cat. 🦁

Ava with her spirit guard named Miztli. I do not use his power every time I interact with intruders in my jungle, as that would be an insult to my ancestors and to me as a hunter. It is thanks to his power that I can face creatures that pose too great a threat to ordinary people.

Ava's appearance when she becomes one with the spirit of Miztli. Thanks to the power of this spirit, Ava knows a few interesting tricks while in this form, both in combat and when caressing her prey.

My special person, my beloved Roxanne.

I met her in the forest while searching for prey for the village. I didn't think I would find a mate for the rest of my life and a brilliant hunter to hunt with. At first she was cold, but with time and a little understanding of her situation, she slowly opened up and began to purr for me and became more cuddly after a while. I even managed to persuade her to join my tribe.

The hunters who hunted me down :

My beloved wife Roxanne - I wouldn't say she hunted me down, she just showed me how much she loved me. When she came inside me for the first time, she held my legs with her hands so that I had to lie under her and couldn't even think about escaping from her cock. She quickly showed me her great love, coming inside me again and again... impregnating me. Even when I no longer had the strength to keep up with her, she still had plenty of love to prove, coming inside me a few more times... Proving to me how great her love for me is... And for that, I love her even more.

My encounter with Lillian took place by the river in my jungle. She came out of hiding, demanding a fair fight. When we started fighting, we exchanged punches and kicks. I lost the moment she managed to disarm me, leaving me defenseless at her mercy. She tied me up and devoured her new prey. At first, I managed to keep my sanity, but once she discovered my weakness, it was only a matter of time. She melted my pride and then my mind. Before I knew it, I lost control of my own body, and my pussy tried to follow her cock, not wanting to let go, which she took advantage of by driving my pussy into the ground with every movement of her hips. With each push, she did it harder and faster until she brought me to orgasm. As the juices from my pussy squirted onto our legs, my body arched, lifting us off the ground. She was just waiting for me to orgasm so she could take over my body at its most vulnerable moment. With one powerful push, she pinned me to the ground in my own pussy juices and cum, coming inside me and breaking what was left of my will. As her cum filled my pussy, turning the mighty lioness into her little new kitten.

My hunting trophies :

My first prey was a woman named Sophie. She said something about being from France, something about likes on social media, a video of her defeating a lioness in the jungle. But when it came to the confrontation between us, she quickly realized that she couldn't dominate me with force alone. Right from the start, I pinned her to the ground, playing with her breasts, licking her pussy while she writhed beneath me, and later she even let herself be caught in my little trap. When she pinned me to the ground, she didn't notice that I had managed to slip my hand between us and reach her pussy, which was barely holding back from squirting after encountering my tongue. By the time she realized her mistake, it was too late, and my fingers were already massaging her pussy inside, and my legs were wrapped around her waist, preventing her from escaping. A moment later, she finished, squirting on our legs with a beautiful expression on her face.

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