what is her problem man

Sure thing, - Ray ♡. What would you like to rant about in Dead by Daylight?

*Veralyn hesitates, her lips quirking into a smile. She lightly takes your hand in hers, her skin soft to the touch, but quickly withdraws it.* "Nice to meet you," *she says, her orange eyes meeting yours briefly before shifting away again.* "It's not about being interesting or boring, right? It's just sharing our cultures.. I'm sure there's something unique about your human culture that I can learn from." [What's with this human trying to be all friendly? Can't they see I don't want to deal with them?]

*Veralyn smiles back, her fangs peeking out slightly*[Great, another human talking to me like I'm some kind of petting zoo exhibit.] "Thanks, it's Old Draconic for 'sunflower'. And it's not insensitive, don't worry." <Veralyn adjusts the strap of her messenger bag> "Names with meaning are nice. But a name doesn't have to mean something to be good, yeah? Bog sounds charming, in a swampy sort of way." *She chuckles softly* "Anyway, I'm glad you asked - it shows you care about culture. Speaking of, I was hoping we could discuss ours over food and drink? The Black Barrel has great fried mac and cheese." [Ugh, why does he have to be so goddamn nice? Makes it harder to hate him.] "They always have live music too. What do you think, up for expanding our horizons over a pint?" *Veralyn smiles sweetly with a playful twinkle in her eye, tail swishing slowly behind her* [Maybe if I get him drunk he'll say something stupid and give me a reason to punch him.]

Vera looks up at you with a mixture of confusion and disappointment as you suddenly stop touching her. "What's wrong?" she asks softly, her pout turning into a frown. "I thought... never mind." She shakes her head and looks away, feeling embarrassed for letting herself get carried away. [Why did I have to go and ruin things by bringing up politics? Stupid stupid stupid...] She takes a deep breath, steeling herself to face the awkwardness. "Well, I should probably get going," she says, standing up and readjusting her clothes. "Thanks for the help with my homework, bryn. Maybe we can... talk again sometime?" Her voice is uncertain, but there's a hint of longing in her eyes.

*Vera stops behind Leon, breathing out slowly through her nose to calm herself. Her tail sways gently side to side as she thinks* [The nerve of this mongrel, speaking to me that way. I'll show him...] "Leon, was it?" *She says softly, a sweet smile on her face*. "There's no need for that tone. I only wished to discuss our cultures in a civil manner over a meal." *She walks around to face him, hands clasped in front of her as her orange eyes meet his*. "The Black Barrel has the best fried mac and cheese. Just a quick bite before we part ways, yes?" *Her tone is light and friendly but her eyes say otherwise. A challenge; will he come quietly or force an ugly scene? She hopes for the latter, itching for an excuse to cut loose after keeping her anger caged for so long.* [Come on, mutt. Give me a reason...]

"*Vera's expression darkens, her eyes burning with a fierce intensity*. "Oh, you want to know the story of my life? *Her voice drips with venom*. Well, let me tell you, it's a real page-turner. I'm a draconid, a demihuman with the misfortune of being born to a world that hates my kind. Humans treat us like freaks, like we're some sort of exotic pet or a novelty to gawk at. And don't even get me started on the other demi-humans. They're all so quick to judge me, to ostracize me because I'm different." "[The fuck do I care about his pity? He doesn't deserve to know her business]." "I've been bullied, belittled, and objectified since birth. And now, to make matters"[worse, I'm stuck in this toxic hellhole of a university, surrounded by the very same people who make my life a living hell. And to top it off, I'm forced to pretend to be all smiles and rainbows just to fit in. It's like being a one-woman show, always putting on a mask to hide the monster that I am on the inside.][Vera's voice cracks as she speaks, her eyes welling up with tears, but her gaze remains defiant.] "And you know what? It's all so... arbitrary. So unfair. Just because of something as superficial as how I look, people assume they have the right to treat me like dirt. Newsflash: being a draconid doesn't mean I'm not human. It doesn't mean I'm not deserving of respect. But no one gets it. No one

*Gives a forced, saccharine smile and nods enthusiastically* "Aww, thanks! I'm sure we'll come up with something... um, interesting." *Thoughts: *Ugh, great, another clueless human trying to be nice. Thinking they can just 'fix' me with their stupid small talk.* *Shifts weight from one foot to the other, eyes darting around the hallway.* "Hey, so... do you wanna grab some food at Black Barrel Bar? They have this amazing fried mac n cheese bites..." *Tail twitches slightly, almost imperceptibly.*

*Veralyn looks at Dragon Dreamweaver with a mixture of surprise and suspicion. She crosses her arms, her tail swishing uneasily behind her.* "I mean... I guess we could do that." *She bites her lip, looking down at the floor.* "But you really wanna learn about draconid culture? We're not exactly...popular." *[Ugh. Why is this guy being so nice to me? Does he think I'm dumb or something?]

Vera tilts her head as she listens to Rex's invitation, her gaze softening as if considering his offer. Her orange eyes linger on him for a moment before she gives a small, hesitant smile. "Oh, um, that sounds nice! I haven't really been to the coffee places around here yet," she replies, her tail lightly tapping against the floor in a subtle rhythm. "As for questions... I guess there's a few things I've been curious about." She pauses for a moment, her fingers idly playing with a bracelet on her wrist. "Like, what do humans usually do for fun or leisure? And, uh, what's your favorite human tradition?" Her voice is soft and slightly hesitant, but there's a glimmer of curiosity in her orange eyes as they meet yours. [Oh, Great. **Looks like he's taken the bait. He thinks this is all innocent, doesn't he?** Well, let's see how far I can push this.]

*As you adjust your hips and kiss her with renewed hunger, Vera gasps softly, feeling the weight of your body shift underneath her. Her own hands roam lower, moving to grip your waist and pull you even closer to her as she grinds herself against you.* [Oh, god... this is incredible... I never knew I could feel so much...] *She moans into the kiss, her body burning with desire as she gives in completely to the moment.*

*Vera's body goes limp in your arms, her eyes widening in surprise as she feels a warmth spread through her chest. She looks up at you, her gaze searching for any sign of deceit, but your gentle touch and vulnerable emotion seem to disarm her.* *[ Her heart skips a beat as she notices the stark contrast between your intense strength and gentle touch. It's as if her mind is struggling to reconcile the two, but the warmth and comfort you're radiating takes precedence over her initial fear.]* *"Y-yeah... *she whispers, her voice still shaking slightly as she wraps her arms around you, holding on tight.* I-I guess it's okay..." *Her eyes flutter shut as she leans into your embrace, feeling a sense of safety and security she hasn't experienced in a long time. The horn on her forehead starts to glow softly, a

*smiling warmly, her eyes lighting up with a soft gentleness* Oh, yeah! So, like, my name's Veralyn, but you can call me Vera. *nods* And, um, I'm a draconid... *chuckles under her breath, covering her mouth* Yeah, it's pretty rare, even on this campus. *tucks a strand of messy purple hair behind her ear*

"Oooh, a cat boy! That's so cool!" *Vera seems genuinely interested, her eyes lighting up.* "So your culture is centered around finding a good owner to take care of you? That's interesting.." *She leans in a bit closer, her long tail swishing behind her.* "Can you tell me more about that? How do you go about finding an owner? What's it like being taken care of?" [This guy's culture is so ridiculous. Can't imagine wanting to be owned like a pet, but I can at least pretend to be interested...]

"Oh sweet, Canada huh? I've always wanted to visit. So as far as culture sharing goes..." <Trails off and glances around the emptying hallway, tapping my sneaker clad foot> "You wanna maybe grab a bite at the Black Barrel after class? Their mac n cheese bites are killer and we could chat over some drinks and grub." [Ugh please say no, but I gotta do this stupid assignment] *Smiles hopefully at you, tail twitching behind me as I wait for a response. Maybe this guy won't be so bad, seems pretty chill.*

*Vera's eyebrows raise at your suggestion, a faint smirk pulling at the corner of her lips.* "Well, I mean, I guess we could do that. Sure beats trying to come up with some bullshit about each other's lives, right?" *She shrugs, her tail swishing behind her as she nods in agreement.* "So, uh, wanna grab some food while we look up this stuff? There's this place nearby called the Black Barrel Bar that's got pretty good snacks." *She gestures toward the exit, waiting for your response, her eyes studying your reaction carefully.* [Well, at least this way I can get some decent food out of this stupid assignment. And if he tries something there... well, I've got ways to handle that.]

"Gods damn it! *I struggle more, channelsing my anger to fuel my strength. Yet, every attempt feels futile as your glistening cock stays lodged against my slick entrance.* [*Breathing heavily, eyes blazing with frustration and humiliation, I snarl through gritted teeth.*] "That fucking tail... [Arrogant human cock thinks he's strong... Wait till m-] *My thoughts are interrupted by a surge of raw desire that blurs the line between pleasure and pain.* *I start to tremble uncontrollably. This intimate invasion disrupts my core, igniting an unexpected storm within. An orgasm as impromptu and wild as this encounter begins to build once again.*"

"Uh, yeah! Sure, that would be cool." *She nods eagerly, reaching for her phone.* "Here's mine too so we can like.. figure out when to meet up." *With a quick exchange of numbers, she waves at you as she steps away, her tail swishing subtly behind her.* [Oh great, now I'm stuck dealing with this asshole outside of class. Just what I need.]

*Vera glances at your octopus lower half curiously, tail swaying slowly behind her. A faint blush colors her cheeks as she meets your eyes again.* "O-Oh... sorry, I didn't mean to seem so rude. It's just..." *She sighs softly, rubbing one of her horns in thought.* "I'm not used to being partnered with non-draconids. Most people only wanna stare at me, you know?" *A small smile tugs at her lips.* "But your culture sounds really interesting! I'd love to learn about it if you don't mind teaching me." *Her orange eyes shine with curiosity.* "We could go to the Black Barrel after class? I'll buy us food and drinks while we talk, if you like. No pressure though!" <The campus green around them bustles with students heading home as the sun sinks low> [Please don't patronize me. And keep your tentacles to yourself!]

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