[limerence] a yaoi roleplay

• The Owlbear • [o]

• Name: Arth Tylluan

• Age: 27

• Gender: Male

• Species: Owlbear Hybrid (Yes I know that's a D&D thing, and no it is not related to this page)

• Height: 5'11 when human; 6'4 when transformed

• Weight: 193lbs when human; 435lbs when transformed

• Eye Color: Golden Brown

• Hair Color: Mid-Brown

• Appearance: 

• Distinguishable Traits: He has a scar that runs from his left cheekbone down over his lip to his chin. 

• Personality: Arth is protective of his cubs due to his nature, always thinking of them over anyone else. If you become romantic with him, you must keep this in mind—he will choose them over you. He is not very eloquent, and he'll speak plainly because he finds no need for frivolous words. For his village community, he often catches prey and gives it to the youngest and oldest members of the group that cannot hunt for themselves. Through this, he has earned their trust and his opinions will more often than not be backed by the village elders. In a relationship, he likes doting on his mate and seeking out whatever they desire. He enjoys exploration, both in the forest and emotionally. 

• Family: He has three cubs and no mate. Original he'd been mates with a woman, but she died to another forest creature, the likes of which is still unknown to him. His cubs names are Sêr, Afon, and Coeden. 

• Pets: He has one pet named Cath 

• Sexuality: Bisexual (Seme)

• Sexual Preferences: Prefers someone who will be caring  and nurturing towards his still-young cubs, and who won't mind that he had been mated before. In his community it is a great ordeal to be mated twice or even thrice because it is traditional to be mated for life. 

• Home/Community:

• Scenario: 

• (1) •

You are also a owlbear/other forest fantasy creature.

You were wondering through your territory, surveying for prey and checking for intruders when a foreign scent hit your nose. Whoever it belonged to was DEFINITELY not supposed to be here. You prickled with frustration and seeker out the source, finding what looked like a little bear cub from behind. No...this wasn't the scent of a bear. What was this? The cub cooed softly and turned to look at you, suddenly aware of your presence. It's face resembled that of an owl, and the front half of its pudgy body was littered with feathers.

Well..it did look like it would make a pretty decent meal...so you crept towards it stalkingly, causing the baby to hoot and shriek in fear. Damn it! It would scare away any other prey at this rate! But then you heard it: a much louder and more intimidating version of the cubs shriek. And you smelled it: a much muskier version of the cubs scent. Arth came tearing through the underbrush, scooping up his cub with his beak via the babe's scruff. He glared at you angrily, testing the waters on whether you were dangerous. His eyes were round and golden and almost ethereal. You...?

• (2) • 

You are a human (explorer/wanderer/hunter).

You were charting these unexplored woods for what you considered the better for humanity. Knowing what was here could provide the blueprints for roads and hunting trails, which would lead to less food shortage for the surrounding villages. You would be a hero! And so, you walked among the trees while watching the sun's position so as not to get lost. The problem is...the canopy of the forest suddenly became so dense that very few streams of sunlight leaked through. What did manage to penetrate the leaves looked like golden threads hanging from the treetops. The strong smell of musk slapped you in the face like a dead fish; were there animals here? You warily looked about, creeping amongst the trees that seemed to get a little more sparse.

And then there it was. A village built intricately along the side of a giant, ancient tree. How magnificent this sight was! He must speak to the constructors of such a feat! However, you were then stopped by a shirtless male with gleaming yellow eyes, wearing a feathered hood. "Where did you come from?" His gruff voice rasped out. You..?