La Louve Rousse

[ladypeacek]

Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Species: Werewolf
Willing to be Regifted by Bidder: Yes

Public Slave Work (not sex): Y
Private Slave Work (not sex): Y
Private Slave Work (w/ sex): Y
Vanilla Sex: Y
Kinky Sex: Y

How Many Days Willing to Serve: 15
Hours Best Available (time of day with timezone): 13:00-20:00 CST
Days of the Week Best Available: Varies

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"She walks like the revolution is already won, and kisses like it’s still worth dying for."

Every step she takes carries a quiet certainty, like the soft padding of paws on cold stone. Veil of flame-colored hair catches the light, a sudden flare against the darkness. Eyes hold something wild and wary, the kind that knows the secrets of the moonlit woods. Reserve isn’t weakness here - it’s patience waiting for the right moment. Like the wolf she’s said to be kin with, she listens more than she speaks. You’d never guess at the sharpness beneath that stillness until you’ve seen her move.

All who watch her say she’s more at home beneath the stars than in any room of men. In her quiet way, there’s the weight of something ancient - a connection deeper than blood. Light breaks over her shoulders at dawn, but it never softens the edge she carries. It’s in the way she tilts her head, sensing what others cannot. Over time, those instincts have kept her alive when luck ran thin. She’s remembered for a night that changed everything — a reckoning that still echoes through the city’s shadows.

Darkness suits her, wrapping around her like a second skin. Every quiet breath she takes seems measured, as if marking time before the next storm. Days blend into nights, but her watch never falters. Rust-red hair falls loose, untamed, framing a face that’s as sharp as the claws she hides. Any moment, she could slip into the shadows and become something else entirely. Alone, she moves with grace; together, she is a force. Knowing her is less about understanding and more about respecting the wild.

Once you have found her name, you must find her home. A wrought-iron fence and the arcane power in another language bar all but blood from entry. A shelter in the night constructed from the bones of the lineage's enemies, wreathed by nature's grace. Only the truly mad will find shelter there.

[A screenshot of the home is necessary to figure it out!]


To GUESS: You get ONE shot - PM Ladypeacek
STARTING BID WILL BE 190k