Villager: Cynthia
Villager Info
ID: #107389
Name: Cynthia
Gender: Female
Location: Tigereye Peak
Born 9 years, 4 months ago
Career: Construction Worker
Owner: Glaive
Species: Cat
Color: Pirate
Costume: Pirate
Buffs:House: FurCoin House
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About
Graceful, nimble and eccentric, Cynthia works as a skilled craftsman where she can appreciate art in its finest, having been inspired by the many ruins she had visited in the past. Married to her work, Cynthia does not believe in limits nor perfection. Being one of the first humans to turn, she has already long accepted her change. Though she has some bad memories about the incident, she brushes the trauma off in order to help others with their transition.
Jobs:
Story:
Jobs:
Crafter - Working with her hands is a tiring and thankless job, but necessity does not always have to be a chore.
Construction Worker - Architecture is an art in its own right, and the construction of that masterpiece is not to be done by brutes.
Construction Worker - Architecture is an art in its own right, and the construction of that masterpiece is not to be done by brutes.
Story:
"Things happened. It's a long story."
"That seems to be an understatement," she focused on a set of curves that was not as well hidden as the dragongirl had probably thought. From the way he shifted under her scrutiny, it seemed he too had become aware of that fact. She smirked. "And here I thought you'd outlast everyone else. Had a fun night?"
The former human choked, sputtering incoherent denials. Yep, she would enjoy this very much.
"Congratulations on your Turning too," she chuckled, then dramatically rested the back of her hand on her forehead, swiping away a crocodile tear. "Ah, it feels like just yesterday when we first met, and now you look like a completely different person. So mister... miss...?"
My, what a terrifying glare. Terrifyingly seductive that is, on that voluptuous body, not that she would inform him of this little detail. What's the rush in revealing it so early?
"Right. Well then why are you here Kyren, if not for measurements?"
"Argh!" The dragoness threw up his arms. "I just want to know if it's possible to reverse this. I heard rumours-"
Ah, of course it would be that question.
"You're not the only person who wants that answered." She replied honestly, swishing her tail to the side. "But if there was truly a way, Lyric would be the first to demonstrate the results. A dragon isn't all that bad. In fact you should count yourself lucky that you managed to remain human long enough to avoid most of the ostracization in the early days of the Return."
She should know. Back then the odd one out had been her. With a defeated sigh Kyren slumped backwards. "There must be something I can try. Maybe I should seek out Amaryllis. She's in town right?."
"Oh she's in alright, and down with another case of imaginary Feather Rot," Cynthia rolled her eyes and bared a fanged grin, cackling mentally at her newest plot. "Well, put that aside for now. More importantly, when do I get to meet the father?"
"What father-?" Dawning realization, and she howled with laughter as Kyren flushed deep red, "Cynthia, no! There isn't one!"
"That seems to be an understatement," she focused on a set of curves that was not as well hidden as the dragongirl had probably thought. From the way he shifted under her scrutiny, it seemed he too had become aware of that fact. She smirked. "And here I thought you'd outlast everyone else. Had a fun night?"
The former human choked, sputtering incoherent denials. Yep, she would enjoy this very much.
"Congratulations on your Turning too," she chuckled, then dramatically rested the back of her hand on her forehead, swiping away a crocodile tear. "Ah, it feels like just yesterday when we first met, and now you look like a completely different person. So mister... miss...?"
My, what a terrifying glare. Terrifyingly seductive that is, on that voluptuous body, not that she would inform him of this little detail. What's the rush in revealing it so early?
"Right. Well then why are you here Kyren, if not for measurements?"
"Argh!" The dragoness threw up his arms. "I just want to know if it's possible to reverse this. I heard rumours-"
Ah, of course it would be that question.
"You're not the only person who wants that answered." She replied honestly, swishing her tail to the side. "But if there was truly a way, Lyric would be the first to demonstrate the results. A dragon isn't all that bad. In fact you should count yourself lucky that you managed to remain human long enough to avoid most of the ostracization in the early days of the Return."
She should know. Back then the odd one out had been her. With a defeated sigh Kyren slumped backwards. "There must be something I can try. Maybe I should seek out Amaryllis. She's in town right?."
"Oh she's in alright, and down with another case of imaginary Feather Rot," Cynthia rolled her eyes and bared a fanged grin, cackling mentally at her newest plot. "Well, put that aside for now. More importantly, when do I get to meet the father?"
"What father-?" Dawning realization, and she howled with laughter as Kyren flushed deep red, "Cynthia, no! There isn't one!"
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