'I am 18 and all participants and characters must be 18 '

It’s been a while since I’ve posted, but recent storylines brought back an old intrigue, so this is but a repost from yore. Been taking the lurker’s chair for a bit there. As that’s no longer the case, I’ve come in search for a partner who might be interested in writing my most recent inclination: a plot following a hybrid werecat / djinn (my character (F/Fu)) who has been inherited by your character (M or F and all in between), alongside a rather derelict residential abode.

The idea is in no way developed beyond the above disclosure, save for the outline I’ve drafted for my character, named Enfinui, and her origins. You have creative freedom over your character, from their looks, to their personality, background, species and what have you.

This prompt is a rarity for what I usually go for, as it is wholly geared toward the Romance genre, with fantasy / adventure coming as a pale secondary light. Smut is likely, but story is always my own priority. Advance literate partners only. I have no qualms with complaining about post quality or any malcontent on my part, but so long as we’re both putting in the effort, I won’t straight-up curb you.

I use Discord for chatting and will begrudgingly use it for RP, but I STRONGLY prefer Google Docs as the writing medium and back-and-forth reply frequencies.

But, if you everything else sounds kosher in the above, then feel free to send me a chat or message on Reddit’s abominable interface and let’s pray I receive notification of it.

On that ending note, good luck in your search.

Starter seg:

"You shouldn't play with your food."

Enfinui glanced over at her brother, Anui. In dusk's silver moonlight, his dark fur rustled in the cool breeze, his black eyes bright with the opportunity to spoil her fun. 

Sprawled across the seemingly infinite bed of grass, she continued to roll the crystal sphere beneath a massive paw. Inside the transparent orb there could be seen walking the most darling of things.

"One of his kin has passed. Dearest Wellington. May his spirit rot with his old bones." But the nephew, perhaps there was purpose in him yet. Along with something more…delectable.

A large, pink appendage lapped forth, swiping across her maw as she imagined the taste and feel of the springlet. His meat, grisly, tender betwixt her fangs. His taste, a euphoric tang…

“You know, eating them does not remove your bonds.”

Humid winds funneled through twin nostrils. Impatient sighs were a common thing in Anui's company. The male could be so…so.. like Anui. 

Behind her, the flick of a gray mass twitched once. Twice. Diamond-slit pupils followed her brother's movement thinly as she flopped to lie leisurely upon her side.

"Say, Anui… have you minded your own assignments? I do believe I saw your human eying the firesticks her Nan forbade."

Anui’s attention whipped around to spy the distant Oracle nest, where a heap of psychic spheres sat mounted, one upon another, twisting and gyrating restlessly against the realm-views hosted within them. In three panicked bounds across the field of swaying grass, Anui found the one sheltering his prized human, Abigail. The girl sat inside her room, playing innocently with one of the many toy dolls a “mystery” donor had gifted to her at last season’s annual Flower-Day festival. 

By the time Anui was calmed enough to throw his accusative glare back at Enfinui across the way, the werecat had already risen to all fours, her own psychic sphere imprisoned behind the widespread grin of her fangs. Inside, the scene of the estate house swirled in and out of focus, shifting between its courtyard vistas and the officiating signer seated inside the parlor, waiting for the inheritor to make their arrival.

Anui, racing toward her now: “Enfin–wait–don’t–”

Much too late. 

Enfinui bit down on the glass orb until the pleasant telling sound of its shatter sounded before her ears. In a muffled puff was she yet vanishing. Leaving behind the residual wisps of a decaying blue spool of churning  light. There, then gone. A hollow echo signifying her last trace: “Be still; I’ll return shortly.”

Honest intentions. For how long would the meager visit demand her time? A quick acquaintance, just to get to know this spawned kin of the previous wretch. Just a… an introduction.