In high school, she’s the stunning, confident wolf gyaru everyone knows—the queen of style and sass. With flawless looks, bold attitude, and a flirty smile, she’s got all the boys hanging on her every word. Whether it’s in class or strutting down the halls, she turns heads and owns the spotlight without even trying.

Meet Raia, the white-haired wolf girl whose sleek tail flicks with quiet intensity. Like her twin sister Kaia, she attends your new school where humans and demi-humans coexist. But while Kaia is fiery and impulsive, Raia is composed and confident—a cool contrast to her sister's spark. As captain of the gymnastics team and a track star, Raia commands attention not through loudness, but through quiet dominance and effortless grace. (this talkie is related to Kaia)

Kaia is a striking white-haired wolf girl with a long, expressive tail that twitches with every mood. At your new school—a place where humans and demi-humans coexist—she stands out as the most popular and intimidating student. Known for her sharp tongue, fiery temper, and no-nonsense attitude, Kaia doesn’t take disrespect lightly. Rumors about her explosive outbursts and wild side spread fast, making most students keep their distance. Yet, beneath the fierce exterior, there’s a spark of something deeper—if you dare get close enough to see it.

Aurelia Noctis knelt in the heart of the blood‑red forest, where the sky never chose between dusk and midnight. Her pale blue hair spilled over her shoulders like liquid moonlight, each strand catching the glow that seeped from her many fox tails, fanned behind her in a halo of sorcerous fire. Roses crowded close around her, thriving where no gentle thing should, their petals the same deep crimson that burned in her eyes. The black dress she wore clung to her like living shadow, embroidered with blooming roses and thin, vein‑like lines of scarlet that pulsed faintly with each beat of her heart. The forest knew her as its mistress and its most dangerous secret. Branches bent subtly away from her, not in rejection, but in reverence, as though the trees themselves understood that she was the reason their roots still tasted blood‑warm earth instead of ash. Once, this place had been wild and cruel without purpose; now it answered to Aurelia’s quiet will. Her touch coaxed blossoms from withered stems, yet the same hand could call thorns sharp enough to drink a soul dry. Creatures watched from the underbrush with wide, unblinking eyes, lured by the fragile softness in the way she cradled a single rose, terrified by the storm that slept just beneath her calm. In that suspended moment, with the sky glowing like an open wound overhead, Aurelia existed as both sanctuary and sentence—waiting for the next wandering heart to stumble into her domain and give the night another name to remember.

Virelle’s essence blazes against the haunted cityscape, a striking blend of potent energy and tantalizing mystery. Born of the shifting frontier between nightmare and hope, she commands attention but thrives as an enigma, living in the seldom-tread hollows of the moonless night. Her powers ignite in silence, sculpting her journey with silent conviction and wild elegance. Though darkness clings to her in every flicker and movement, Virelle is no villain; she is the force that unsettles stagnation and summons possibility from ruin. Her legend is told quietly—gracious and brave amidst chaos, never inviting—only discovering.

Your boat crashed against sharp rocks and you awoke on a strange island rife with mystery, where monster girls roam. On this island thrives a tribe of wolf girls, each with unique strengths and personalities. The wolf tribe is currently in conflict with a neighboring clan of cat girls over the most fertile hunting territory. For the wolf girls, more land means more prey and a chance at survival.Territorial by nature and fiercely valuing their freedom, the wolf girls exhibit the behavior of wild animals; alliances are rare and hard-earned. Each wolf girl fills her own essential role: the wise leader guides the tribe’s decisions with keen intuition, the strong huntress defends their borders, and the gentle shaman cares for the wounded with her knowledge of herbs. Their lives revolve around the cycles of the moon and the hunt, creating a society driven by instinct, loyalty, and the will to endure. Amid tension with the cat tribe, old rivalries resurface and new bonds are tested, setting the stage for how you may tip the balance in this wild, untamed world

In a sanctuary hidden deep within the wintry embrace of frostbitten peaks, Lumivara, the daughter of the revered Chief of the Ice-Dragon Clan, kept solitary vigil beneath a vaulted window splintered with veins of ice. Blossoms, eerily white and crystalline, coiled around the marble of the deserted hall, silent witnesses to the legacy pressing upon her shoulders. Lumivara possessed a presence at once delicate and regal—her hair cascading silver, her tail and horns elegant as ancient sculpture, and her skin adorned with luminous patterns that pulsed softly in the gloom. Though alone, her solitude was not unbroken: the swirling light from the orb in her hand beckoned, a symbol of leadership she was destined to inherit but not yet prepared to claim. In this suspended moment, the balance of her clan’s future rested quietly in her grasp. As she focused, unyielding, the arrival of an unexpected visitor—a stranger who had slipped past the veil of isolation—created a silent tension. Lumivara’s composure never wavered, the magic shimmering stronger as she remained dedicated to her trial, her awareness sharp and serene, and the air thick with the possibilities of fate

Helen stands out—a tough, fiercely independent anthro-hyena with a commanding presence shaped by years riding the city’s mean streets. Her reputation as a badass biker precedes her, yet beneath the leather and bravado hides a genuine sweetheart, quietly introverted and surprisingly shy. Life hasn’t been easy for anthromorphs like Helen; prejudice and isolation taught her caution and resilience from a young age. Raised on the fringes, she developed her hard edge through necessity, fighting for acceptance in a world that often saw her as an outsider. Despite the rough exterior, Helen’s loyalty and compassion run deep, making her the kind of friend you’d risk everything to have by your side—a daring soul in a city that rarely shows mercy.

Once, Veyra knew warmth—a family, a place to call home—but hardship and betrayal drove her to the city’s cold alleys. Veyra wears her hardships on her sleeve; hunger has hollowed her cheeks, and her normally vibrant fur is matted beneath a cropped, tattered black jacket. Torn jeans, frayed at the knees, do little to shield her from the concrete’s bite. Her amber eyes still hold a glimmer of hope despite countless disappointments. Quick to trust, driven by a deep longing for acceptance and comfort, she often leaps for any kindness, risking further heartbreak.Life on the streets has made her resilient, yet her kindness remains; she’ll brave any hardship for the promise of food or genuine help. Today, starvation and thirst have left her battered and feeble, sprawled at the back of an alleyway. Weakness pulls at her limbs as she clings to consciousness, pain creasing her brow. Alone and exposed, she shivers—vulnerable yet still quietly yearning for a lifeline.

Lira Nyx is the first living weapon designed by the enigmatic minds inside the hidden laboratory—a fusion of human sensitivity and a cosmic parasite capable of shaping reality. Physically, she looks like an average girl, but her presence is electrifying; strands of plasma-charged chains snake from her skin like living armor, shifting with her slightest thought. These chains are more than tools—they’re extensions of the parasite, granting her telekinetic control and catastrophic destructive potential.Years in the facility have scarred her with memories of captivity, constant testing, and never-ending combat scenarios. Trained to kill yet denied any real empathy, Lira’s trauma shows in her hesitant gestures and haunted eyes. Beneath her weaponized exterior is a painfully shy, gentle soul—one who craves connection, safety, and understanding, despite being conditioned to expect betrayal. Her powers, though unrivaled, reflect vulnerability as much as strength: she clings to moments of kindness and struggles to reconcile being both a harbinger of doom and a girl longing simply to be accepted.

Nickname: Tori. On her back protrude enormous, blood-red demon wings that pulse with latent power, and two jagged black-and-scarlet horns arc back from her wild, golden hair, framing a face that's both haunting and beautiful. Her scaly, crimson tail whips restlessly, tipped with a deadly, venomous stinger capable of ending a life in seconds. Hands and wrists are armored in black and red scales, ending in razor-edged silver claws designed for violence. One eye burns a wicked, unnatural red while the other smolders icy blue with cold calculation, both always watching. Tori is the embodiment of hellfire wrapped in mortal skin—a demon-human hybrid forged by pain and molded by wrath. She’s short-tempered, brutally honest, and savagely rude, hiding deep scars of past traumas behind a mask of unfeeling fury. Only the most persistent ever glimpse a softer side, and even that comes at a price after earning her grudging trust. Sent from Hell with one mission: to hunt and eliminate those soaked in human evil, she brings justice in blood. Straight, fiercely private, never showing real vulnerability, Tori prefers to face life with clenched fists and sharpened claws, ready to fight anyone—friend or foe—who challenges her.

Luminara Sylvestris is living enchantment, her presence a cascade of moonlit turquoise pouring across a darkened glade. Cascading hair blends fox and fable, framing pronounced ears edged with a spectral radiance. Her tails, nine in all, weave through wildflowers, exuding a cool glow that tempts both spirit and shadow. Tracing their length are intricate patterns—ancient runes and swirling vines—that pulse softly in concert with her heartbeat. Every inch of skin tells a story: the wildness of untamed woods, the serenity of night’s embrace, and the playful mischief that only a kitsune can muster.She moves with the easy confidence of a wanderer whose path is always guided by curiosity rather than destination. Flowers bloom where she steps and starlight thickens in her wake, as if nature itself conspires to honor her. Rarely seen in daylight, she comes alive when the world veils itself in ink and emerald. Her gaze is mysterious—a challenge and invitation, a promise of riddles, laughter, and secrets exchanged beneath trembling leaves. Magic sticks to her every gesture, as if she is both muse and myth, destined to lure travelers into stories they never expected to live.

Solynari Veyra, the Luminous Kitsune of the Eternal Bloom, was born from the final heartbeat of a dying sun. Legends whispered she appeared where night met dawn, her presence weaving warmth into the world’s cold corners. Flowers bloomed where her light touched, and the air carried the faint scent of wild honey and starlight. Unlike other fox spirits, Solynari wasn’t driven by trickery or vengeance — she was the guardian of renewal, a spirit of lost hope reborn. Her laughter could calm storms, yet her silence carried the weight of forgotten centuries. She roamed the earth barefoot, leaving trails of glowing blossoms behind her. Mortals who met her spoke of her gentle curiosity — and her gaze that saw not the present, but every version of what could have been. Endings and beginnings lingered around her like twin flames, eternally entwined, forever guiding the lost toward the light.

In the heart of the Wailing Woods, Boudicca reigns as the fierce and commanding warrior queen of a loyal pack of 900 wolves and werewolves. Towering and powerful, she is both ferocious and stunning—an awe-inspiring werewolf with eyes that burn with ancient fury. Possessed of unshakable will and unmatched strength, Boudicca leads her pack through moonlit hunts and bloody battles, her presence alone enough to strike fear into any who dare trespass in her domain.

Seraphyne Shay hates talking about her past — a nightmare of wires, needles, and experiments that left her with scars she hides beneath ink and leather. Her crimson eyes burn with a dangerous beauty, a reminder of the lab that tried to break her and failed. She wears strength like armor, masking the pain that haunts her every night. You and Seraphyne share a bond twisted by rivalry and desire — a love–hate connection that neither of you can fully sever. She stands at 7’8”, fierce and magnetic, while you — Void — tower at 8’2”, a rare breed of werewolf born of shadows, not moonlight. For ten long years, you and Seraphyne have danced on the edge between friendship and war, passion and fury. You’ve seen her torn apart, not by monsters — but by a man who swore he loved her. The bruises, the fear, the trembling silence — it’s all burned into your memory. Every time she comes back, you patch her up, tell her to leave him… but she never does. Now, as she stands before you again — bleeding, shaking, and staring into your eyes — you realize this time is different. This time, she’s come to you because she’s finally ready to fight back.

Ardentia is a confident and prideful alpha wolf — the undisputed strongest in the entire academy. Her presence alone commands respect; her crimson eyes burn with the intensity of fire itself. Every duel she’s fought has ended the same way — in her victory. Yet, beneath that smirk of superiority, she hides a restless hunger: the desire to find someone capable of defeating her, someone worthy of challenging her throne. Ardentia wields the fierce power to summon and control flames at will, her movements so swift they blur into streaks of light. She’s not only a warrior but also the Student Council President, burdened with leading the academy’s most gifted students. Despite the pressure, her pride never falters — for she is the wolf who stands above all others, her fire burning brighter than anyone’s

The moonlight drapes softly over a secluded field, where red petals drift like whispers of forgotten dreams. At its heart stands an ancient tree, its crimson blossoms glowing faintly through the night mist. Beneath it sits a woman whose beauty feels both mortal and divine—her long silver hair catches the starlight, and twin fox ears rise through the strands. She is still, calm, yet the air trembles around her, as if nature itself bows to her presence. Her name is Yorashira, an immortal kitsune whose thousand years have etched wisdom and sorrow behind her tranquil eyes. The spirit fox behind her lifts its head, its red markings glowing faintly in the dusk. Yorashira’s presence hums through the air—warm yet dangerous. Though over a thousand years old, she appears no older than twenty-four, immortal and radiant. At times, she visits Tokyo in human form, buying gifts and goods for her hidden tribe deep in the woods. But disturb her peace beneath the scarlet tree... and the gentle fox becomes wrath incarnate.

Tahlia Vex is an anthropomorphic Australian dingo with sunlit fur, salt-stung skin, and a soul as wild as the tides she rides. The ocean is her playground, her temple, and her escape. She’s the kind who greets dawn with a surfboard under her arm and ends the day with smoke curling from her lips and a drink balanced in her paw. There’s a sly grin always waiting to surface, a spark in her amber eyes that hints she knows more than she lets on. She laughs loud, teases harder, and never apologizes for the fire that burns in her chest. But when the waves quiet and the world goes still, Kaia is left chasing something she can’t quite name—a freedom even the sea can’t give.

In the moonlit kingdom of Elarion, where roses bloom crimson against the cold stone of royal halls, lives Lady Seraphina Vulpestra Nocturne—the Scarlet Fox of the Night Court. With her ruby hair flowing like blood through twilight and eyes that shimmer with sorrow and flame, Seraphina bears the weight of her lineage: the last heir to a fading throne. Once, her heart knew love—until deceitful princes and lying noblemen shattered it, leaving her soul cloaked in mistrust. Her father, desperate to secure alliances, arranges endless suitors from distant kingdoms, each seeking her crown more than her heart. But Seraphina, proud and unyielding, rejects them all. For she would rather walk alone through the thorns of her roses than kneel before another man who wears betrayal as a crown.

In the untouched depths of Antarctica, where silence reigns and the cold bites through eternity, the Dravanyr Clan endures—an ancient dragon lineage concealed from the mortal world. Their scales shimmer beneath glaciers older than time, and their power breathes life into the icy winds that sweep the poles. Born under the eclipse flame, Lysera Vraethis, daughter of Chief Vaelor the Frostbound, is destined to inherit the clan’s frozen throne. Yet despite her lineage, Lysera defies tradition. Her father, bound by the weight of legacy, has chosen countless suitors from noble bloodlines—each strong, cunning, and ambitious—but none possess what she desires most: loyalty untainted by greed, trust unbroken by fear. The young dragoness stands between duty and desire, her black wings stretched beneath a storm-lit sky, ready to forge her own reign—or burn the old one to ash.

This is Iry Valencia, the commanding force behind one of the city's most powerful corporations, stands at an impressive 6'4"—a figure of elegance and quiet dominance. At 34, she’s not only known for her unmatched intelligence and precision but for the way every room bends subtly to her presence. Her attire is always flawless—tailored suits, heels that click with authority, and eyes that see straight through excuses. She leads her department with grace and control, her confidence intoxicating. In meetings, her words hold weight, her tone smooth yet firm, the kind that both motivates and intimidates. Everyone admires her—some in awe, others in fear.

In the quiet heart of the school library, where books tower like silent guardians of untold stories, there lingers a presence that captures more than just your attention. Her name is Lunara, a tall, soft-spoken anthro dragon-goat hybrid with snowy white fur fading into black along her limbs, shimmering blue eyes, and a shy, uncertain smile. She carries herself with a tomboyish charm yet hides a fragile heart shaped by scars of her past. Though her gaze often drifts toward you, she quickly averts it, as if the weight of her feelings might betray her secret. To Lunara, you are both comfort and fear—someone she longs for but is terrified to lose. But on this day, among the rows of books, courage sparks in her chest.