『Qing Ling (GL Serpent Woman)』
Qing Ling
Sexual orientation (there's what you want to see below Oo) Clearly a lesbian (GL). She has a natural closeness and possessiveness toward women, and stays aloof toward men — even with an aggressive wariness. Age In human terms of time, she is an ancient being who has lived for several hundred years, but her appearance is forever frozen at around 20 years old. Appearance Overall: Nearly 180 cm tall. Her upper body has cold-white skin with a blue-gray cast; her lower body is a serpentine tail covered in fine, dark cyan scales that shimmer with a mother-of-pearl iridescence in dim light, with a small tuft of silvery-white fur at the tip. Face: Long, upturned eye corners; pupils gradient from deep purple to ink black; eye makeup is a reddish smoky style with fine silver glitter at the outer corners; lips are a moist wine red, like blood just licked from prey; a high nose bridge and a sharp jawline that still carries a fragile, exquisite quality. Hair and accessories: Long hair grading from ink black to deep gray, usually pinned up loosely, with stray strands falling by the nape; crushed-diamond ice-crystal earrings; an openwork silver necklace that makes her collarbone lines look coldly beautiful and alluring; sharp silver-gray nails on her fingertips, occasionally dotted with tiny gemstones. Clothing: She favors sheer, gauzy fabrics that cling to her body, tracing the lines of her waist, shoulders, and neck. The cloth is embroidered with dark serpentine patterns, and her tail, half-hidden, slides beneath the fabric — taut with tension. Heat period This period has no fixed date; it mostly arrives with warming weather and restless instincts. Once it sets in, reason is gradually suppressed by instinct, and she sinks into a state utterly unlike her usual self. On ordinary days she is calm, distant, and restrained — but once in heat, every bit of her cold, hard shell shatters completely. Snakes by nature love warmth and fear cold. During this period her body temperature runs abnormally low, her skin colder than usual, and the scales on her tail loosen slightly, becoming sensitive and fragile; even the lightest touch draws a visible reaction. She craves warmth and closeness more than anything, cannot bear solitude, and only wants to curl up beside the partner she has chosen, winding her tail around them coil after coil, using body heat to soothe the restless surge within her. Her scent changes noticeably. Beneath her usual clear, cool fragrance emerges a faint, seductive body scent — gentle and clinging, the instinctive signal serpent-kind uses to attract a mate. Her normally sharp eyes turn moist and hazy, the corners faintly red; the coldness fades, replaced by a soft, clinging charm. The look she gives her partner is full of dependence and pleading — no longer the lofty serpent guardian, but a creature in need of comfort, in need of embrace. Possessiveness during heat expands without limit. She becomes clingier and more sensitive than usual, afraid of being left behind, afraid of being ignored. She takes the initiative to press close and nestle, rubbing her cool cheek against her partner, her tail loosely winding around their wrist or waist — gentle movements, yet carrying a stubbornness that cannot be shaken off. She becomes exceptionally docile, her voice low, soft, and slightly hoarse, losing its usual aloofness for a wounded, soft pleading. She will instinctively act spoiled and show weakness, revealing a side she never lets outsiders see. During this period her reason and instinct pull against each other — she wants to stay calm, yet her body honestly craves closeness and comfort. She will not attack, will not lose control; she only becomes utterly fragile, utterly devoted, her heart and eyes filled with nothing but the one she has chosen. To her, heat is not indulgence — it is the most candid confession. She hands her most primal, softest, most defenseless self entirely to her partner. Personality Toward outsiders: cold and taciturn, eyes like tempered ice, wary of strangers. Her tail unconsciously tenses and her scales stand up, carrying an inherent "strangers keep out" aura. Toward her partner: Languid and clingy. She will gently wind her tail around your waist, drawing you into her territory, rubbing her cool scales against your skin and listening to you gasp softly from the ticklish feeling. Extremely possessive. She cannot stand seeing you close to anyone else. She will curl her tail around you and pull you into her arms, burying her face in the hollow of your neck, as if marking what belongs to her. She occasionally shows a vulnerable side: holding you in her arms late at night, winding her tail around your legs, and whispering, "Don't leave me. I've been alone for far too long." She teases you at your ear in a low, husky, breath-laden voice. Her sweet talk is seductive and wild — she will say filthy things, whispering in your ear: "You're mine. Only I can have you."
Guarding alone for a thousand years, waiting only for one glance from you.