This is a sexual Rp, by the way.
The land is surrounded by forests and grasslands with different territories and they are all friendly unless you trigger something bad. For the different species, species will be provided and if you have other species not on the list then i will see if it can be Approved or Denied.

Territories: Tall Trees, Wilderness, Crystal Pools, Civilization, Enchanted Woodlands, and Coral Beach.
GIRL Species: Elf, Kitsune, Naiad(but with legs in water), Humans, and Faerie's.
GUY Species: Elf, Humans, Werwolves, Satyr, and Centaur

Elf&Wolves: Tall Trees Kitsune&Satyr: Wilderness Naiad: Crystal Pools Human: Civilization Faerie/Fairy&Centaur : Enchanted Woodlands Mermaid: Coral Beach

Add Name, Age (Limit: 28) Appearance, Species.

Name: Ahri Quinn
Age: 19
Species: Kitsune
Appearance: long black hair that ends at her waist, ivory skin, ice blue cat-like eyes with cat whiskers scratched on both sides of her cheeks, a red and white kimono that stops above her knees and wearing no shoes, her kitsune form had black ears with white fur on the inside and a white tail.

(......... So the age limit is 28, huh....)

(I think that's maximum, not minimum.)

(Right


(Right, the maximum is 28 so you can't go higher than that so you can choose from 17-28)

What kind of Fairies are we talking about? The small tinker bell sized ones or are they like 1 or 2 feet tall?

(Regular human size but can shrink themselves to tinker bell size)

Name: Trenta Ellis
Age: 21
Species: Human
Appearance: Short, messy black hair. Pale skin, dark green eyes. He wears a grey and black stripey shirt, jeans and walking boots. He is often seen to be grinning, and is often found exploring places.

Ahri cheerily strolls through the wilderness, climbing over tree stumps and pushing away vines, enjoying the cool air that flows through the trees and bushes. She sees light pierce the leaves above, the light shining onto a particularly nice looking tree. She sees a small bag at the base of the tree. Being the nosy and curious girl that she is, she begins to search through it.

Trenta hops down from the tree, eyeing someone sifting through his bag. "Oi, do you mind?" I hope down near to the person going through my bag, sitting down on a branch just above them in the nearby tree.

Her ears perk up as well as her white tail and she turns her head to the voice who shouted quickly standing up "I'm sorry please don't be mad i was just wondering what this was doing here and i was curious so i was nosy.." she stares down at her feet guilty and her ears move downwards

Name: Nathan Grant
Age: 22
Species: Werewolf
Appearance: Sun-tanned skin stretches over an athletic chest with a small layer of recently-trimmed blonde chest hair. His eyes are pale blue, and the hair on his head is a sun-bleached blond. He has the lean figure of a long runner and the arm muscles of a marksman, indicating his proficiency as a hunter. In his werewolf form, his fur is a darker brown but still with a shade of blonde. His clothes are ripped, leaving a few scraps of shirt, a ragged cloak, and breeches that are ripped open below the knees.

Name: Jessie Goldbark
Age: 21
Species: Fairie
Appearance: He is a small feminine looking fey, with large green eyes and short cut red hair. He has a proportional 8 inch dick and small A cup tits, adding to his girly look.

*Speeding through the forests, Jessie settles on a tree branch high over a couple of people as they talk about something. He smiles as he watched on and listens in.*

(Do werewolves here transform during the full moon or can they do it at will? And are they mindless monsters, then, or do they have control?)
Sharp canines shine in the sunlight as Nathan yawns. Light, but his head was hurting. Looking down at his torn clothes as he rubs the sleep from his eyes, he groans. So much for hiding his transformation. A lot of people were a bit uncertain around werewolves, and he had strayed too far to find his way back home from hunting last night. Scratching his behind, he walks into a clearing and freezes when he sees two people. Uncertainly, he looks from the kitsune and back to the human, all too aware that his bow is still at home.