Azra
| Azra | |
|---|---|
| Information | |
| Species | Suula |
| Gender | Hermaphrodite |
| Occupation | Xenobiologist |
| Children | Twin daughters |
| Nationality | Valderan |
Azra
Meeting: Once Returning to Ship:
“Captain (PC)!” Azra marches smartly down the boarding ramp to greet you. She starts to reach for a handshake, then turns it into a hug at the last moment, pressing you firmly into her armor-clad bust. “Thank you so much.” She squeezes you tighter, tight enough to make the straps and buckles holding it all together creak. “I went ahead and claimed the empty bunk. I think it’s actually nicer than the quarters I tried to book.” She lets you go far more gently than she grabbed you. “So where to first, Captain?”
You scratch the back of your neck as you mull over your options. “It doesn’t matter to you?”
“Nope. As long as it’s on the frontier and full of new plants to study, I’ll be happy as a galotian on Jitafore.” Her enthusiasm is palpable.
The reference flies over your head, but you can only assume it’s a planet with a plentiful protein source. “Good. I intend to crush this rush in record time. Hope you can keep up.”
Azra smiles warmly. “Fantastic. I’ll settle in for the long haul. I can’t wait to see the frontier!”
You walk into the ship beside your new crewmate, making small talk along the way. She peels off for her quarters once inside.
Appearance
Azra is a 9" chimeric suula, with all the racial traits that entails. A short-muzzled face with hints of shark-like structure and a mouth filled with razer-sharp teeth. However, a crown of glimmering, burnished orange hair hints at typically mammalian traits, and her pointed ears seem almost elfin with a hint of aquatic frill. Azra’s lush black lips smile easily and often. Tiny, interlocking rich gold scales serve as her skin, shimmering softly under any light. She covers up most of her form with a restricting suit of armor, but not even the padded chestplate can conceal her soccerball-sized breasts. Her shapely nature is further compounded by her height and slim nature, highlighting the suula’s motherly curvaceousness.
Wide, child-bearing hips flare out below her waist, threatening to knock a table’s worth of knick-knacks to the floor with every step. The ass she carries behind them is sized to match, only partially hidden by the lengthy, finned tail of a suula as it sways behind her. The crotch of her armor bulges with something more than a purely feminine slit.
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