Lyla
| Lyla | |
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 Bust of Lyla by Moira | |
| Creator | Fleep |
| Information | |
| Species | Human |
| Gender | Female (Dickgirl) |
| Occupation | Knight |
| Nationality | Belharan |
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| Stats | |
| Level | 6 |
| Health | 360 |
| Resolve | 210 |
"Checkmate, I guess," she says, lifting her shoulders while approaching the campfire, where a fallen log awaits, ready for her to sit on and enjoy the nearby flames. An opportunity she doesn’t hesitate to take while letting out a sigh. "Well, the fact is we’re both here, and what kind of knight would I be if I didn’t offer you a place near the fire?"
Lyla is a Belharan knight who came out to the Frost Marches with a squad to hunt a fugitive. However, once here, they were ambushed and kidnapped by demons. She managed to escape, though not without growing a penis as a souvenir of her corruption at their hands, and now searches the Frostwood for any signs of her people. Lyla is available to encounter in the Frostwood once you've cleared Winter City and can be approached at her campsite at night.
Appearance
Her big brown eyes are the first thing to grab your attention, standing out in a beautiful human face: long, thin, pale like the moonlight and framed by her dark wavy hair, which flows like a waterfall to one of her copper pauldrons. She combs her black locks using her hand as a claw, her white slender fingers dancing between the contrast of colors. Only when seen from up close you notice the small, red scratches covering her knuckles, seemingly never able to heal, or maybe always replaced by new ones.
The recent fight must have been tough, since the grazes are not the only mark it has left on the woman. As you gaze at her mouth, you see how she bites a crimson wound that bulges out of her thin, dry lips, her gesture then turning into one of pain while she curses to the air, damning the mother of the opponent who inflicted the bruise.
You try to check the rest of her petite body, but you can only appreciate the battered armor that hides it. It’s one which has definitely seen better days before losing the shine and turning into dirt colored metal, with both fresh and old dents covering the torso as sole ornament. It’s clear that the armor is not mere decoration, and the same could be said about the sword resting on her belt.
Interactions
First Encounter
Subsequent Encounters
Opening Up
"I see," you say, raising your eyebrows. "I didn’t think I would find a Belharan around these northern lands. But...why the secrecy? I don’t understand; why did you try to hide it?"
"Because there was a time when I thought that everyone believed in the greatness of the Empire, that they all hoped for its return. But when I left Belhar on this mission, I found out that, yes, there are some who still hold onto those thoughts, but there are many who think the opposite."
Hang Out
"The thing is, I found some boxes still untouched," she said, after what she leaned towards her belongings and started looking for something. "Most of them were dresses and rags for which I have no use, but I also found this beauty."
A golden bottle appeared in her hands. Your sight didn't reach the label, but it was clear that it was some kind of liqueur.
Combat
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Sex
"Why don’t you come here and sit between my legs?" she says, with an inviting tone you can’t decline.
Gallery
Nude Lyla
