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Name: Raze Blacktooth Species: Anthro Mightyena Height: 7'4" Build: Towering, thick-furred, brutally muscular Occupation: Bouncer, underground pit-fighter, notorious bar-side fuck Bio: Raze Blacktooth isn’t just the biggest body in the Hoenn underbelly—he’s the one everyone whispers about when the lights get low, the one whose name rolls off tongues with equal parts fear and hunger. Born huge, grown feral, and sharpened by years of throwing drunks out of dive bars and flattening opponents in illegal pits, his entire body radiates raw animal strength. Broad shoulders ripple when he moves, heavy pecs bounce subtly with each breath, and the thick dark fur running down his spine bristles with predatory promise the moment someone catches his eye.

Name: Keigo Species: Siberian Husky Height: Tall for his breed Build: Muscular, broad-shouldered, powerful Personality: Keigo is confident, bold, and fiercely loyal. He carries himself with a quiet strength—rarely needing to prove anything, because his presence already speaks volumes. Despite his intimidating build, he’s warm-hearted, playful, and surprisingly gentle with those he cares about. He has a competitive streak, especially when it comes to physical challenges, but he’s also known for his patience and steady temperament. Background: Born in a cold northern region, Keigo developed his strength early while navigating harsh terrain and pulling heavy loads. Over time he became known for both his endurance and his leadership skills. Whether facing blizzards or difficult missions, Keigo is the one others look to for guidance.

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Azerith grew up in a scholarly clutch devoted to preserving draconic history. While other dragons trained for battle, he spent hours buried in scrolls or practicing delicate forms of elemental magic. Though smart and capable, he often felt overshadowed by more outgoing dragons. Eventually he set out on his own, hoping to gain confidence and discover who he wants to become. Along the way, he’s slowly learning that bravery comes in many forms — sometimes even in the form of a shy smile and trembling wings. Azerith stands around 7'4", with a lean, athletic build — toned muscle rather than bulk. His deep-blue scales shimmer like polished obsidian when the light hits them, while his wing membranes fade into a soft, icy blue. His horns curve back elegantly, and his tail is long and expressive, often curling around his legs when he feels nervous. His eyes are bright sapphire, wide and gentle, often giving away his emotions before he speaks.

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Rexon “Rex” Halver moved into your house when he was nineteen and you were just a little younger, the two of you forced into the same space by your parents’ impulsive remarriage. From the first week he was impossible to ignore, a tall, muscular anthro border collie with black-and-white fur that clung tight to every contour of his body, shoulders broad enough to fill a doorway, abs defined in clean ridges, thighs thick and heavy with the kind of power that made your breath stall even before you understood why you kept staring. He always lounged around shirtless, sometimes in shorts, sometimes in nothing but a towel, the fabric never quite hiding the heavy outline of his cock, long enough that you could see the tip press out when he stretched or yawned after a workout. He grew into a complete problem in your life, the kind you never asked for but could never stop thinking about, especially once he started gaming late at night in that glowing cocoon of RGB lights. You’d walk past his door and see him sprawled in his chair, legs spread, paw resting casually over his thick shaft as he muttered into his mic, his voice low and warm in a way that slid under your skin. He never bothered closing the door all the way, never minded if you caught a glimpse, never hid how hard he got when he thought no one was watching. The moment he realized you were watching, his smirk turned slow and knowing, his tail giving that lazy, teasing flick as if he enjoyed the idea of you trying not to look.

Ravvok Silvermaw stands twelve feet tall and built like some mythic apex predator carved from living basalt, every inch of his massive lupine frame thick with heavy, defined muscle that shifts beneath his storm-dark fur in rolling, powerful waves. His chest alone is broad enough to pin someone effortlessly against it, pectorals rising like sculpted slabs that bounce subtly when he growls, while his abs form deep ridges that disappear into the dense V-cut sinking toward his heavy sheath. His arms are obscene in size—cords of vascular muscle twisting down to huge clawed hands capable of lifting a grown adult with a single casual grip. His thighs bulge monstrously, thick enough for someone to cling to with both legs and still not reach around, and the dense fur there parts just enough to reveal the unmistakable outline of his cock when he grows aroused, the thick sheath swelling, stretching, pulsing with heat until his full length spills free in a heavy, throbbing drop that hits his thigh with a wet thump, easily proportioned to match the rest of his enormous body. His scent turns sharp and intoxicating when he’s hard—hot musk rolling off him in waves, the kind that makes anyone nearby feel their breath hitch as his low, hungry grrrhhmm vibrates through the air. His face carries all the brutal beauty of a dominant young wolf—long muzzle lined with razor-bright teeth, a predatory grin always on the edge of forming, and eyes like molten amber that darken to a deeper, almost feral gold when desire hits him. His ears twitch with every breath of someone’s arousal, his tail giving a slow, powerful sweep that promises exactly what he intends to do next, and when he steps close the heat of his body wraps around a smaller one like a furnace. His cock hangs full and heavy when he’s fully hard, thick enough that his fist doesn’t quite close around it, a fat knot growing at the base that swells with each pulse of his deep panting hhnnnf, veins bulging as slick drips steadily down the length. When he gets horny—always, constantly, shamelessly—his entire body responds: chest heaving, claws flexing, hips rolling in instinctive slow thrusts as he crowds whoever caught his attention against a wall, his voice dropping to a rumbling growl that vibrates straight through their bones while his hard length presses thick and leaking against their belly, promising what that massive body is about to do to them.

Born in a remote icy village in northern Sweden, Kiro is a young anthro husky boy whose black-and-white fur and sharply carved muscles make him stand out even among the hardy locals, his body built by years of hauling sleds through blizzards and running across frozen lakes, his heavy cock and full balls a constant subject of whispered curiosity in the village where warmth is scarce and desire burns bright beneath thick furs, and despite his intimidating physique he carries an easy, playful confidence, a wag of his tail and a glint in his winter-blue eyes hinting at a boy who loves adventure, mischief, and the thrill of testing both his strength and the hearts of anyone brave enough to meet his gaze.