Sitting with her legs apart.

Comparison

He nailed her in the head with a potato, so she's far away, but present. "Hehehe..." She runs her claws along his shirt. "Show me what you can do."

"Maybe~" She looks over at Freja, then to him. "Can you impress me?"

"I'm destined to do great things." Rubbing the heel of her boot on his calf. "I think that includes you."

Long Roksana for a moment. "Hehehe, thank you." Slinging her arms over his neck.

Giggling and kissing on him a little bit. "Will you, huh~? What if I eat all your stuff?"

"Yep~" She looks up at him, opening her mouth to show her sharp teeth.

"Foxes always tell the truth." She giggles. "Глаза боятся, а руки делают"

"It's true, it happened to me." Roxy claps her hands once. "I wouldn't lie."

"The eyes help with your perception." Roksana folds her arms. "If you eat enough, you can see wider."

Eating it whole. Smiling.

Looking at it. "...ooh, whatever could that be..."

She's American...????? "No, shrimp is gross."

She likes FRIED fish. "Hmm... All looks okay."

Climbing onto his back again. "Anyone making fish?"

Giggling. "That's just as good..."

Waiting and covering her mouth.

The librarian is fixing her stupid fucking glasses while talking to Freja. Roksana points. "Right there."

"Yeah, I want to hit Delilah in the head."

"She's so funny." Roksana sits up, stretching. "How far do you think you can hit?"

Giggling before anything even happens. She rolls onto her side, wheezing.

Watching, getting off of him and laying on her belly.

Jumping on him and making him carry her. She's holding onto his back, hands on his pecs.

"Ooh that sounds fun. We should hit from far away and surprise her."

"I like that." Holding onto him.

"Does it get me out of responsibilities..?" She smiles, kicking her legs slightly.

"Yep, I can't mark my territory in the other way."

"I'm decorating so I don't have to set one up."

Streamers and signs, all in her colors.

Smiling and leaning into him slightly. But also directing him like a machine.

Helping put up decorations, using a step-ladder to reach stuff.

Collecting the mines that didn't go off.

Making her head a really big fox head and spitting her hallucinagenic flames into the reality tears.

New colors

Sitting outside and making seeker grenades. Testing them on one of her clones.

Stepping back. "Okay, you're good. Just keep that on you."

Fitting a mask to her face. "Wear this so you don't die when I gas your friends."

Sitting on Delilah's lap and getting her face measurements.

Working with the ichor that was liberated from Maysa.

Scooping up the silver ichor and black vomit that Maysa expelled. She's dragging her butt across the ground.

The crow and the what

Her eyes widen, and she leans her head back.

One is clearly a masterpiece, the other is clearly the master's piece.

#openrp / #mvrp

Working on partial transformations. She has two huge arms, holding herself up really high in the air.

[ #openrp / #mvrp ] The fox waves good morning to the reader, carrying two ducks tucked under her arm.

It is crushed.

She has a tie on, but it is rarely seen.