Everyone knows the stories of my kind, I can see it in their eyes. The ludicrous libido of the males, the fantastical fertility of the females, a pregnancy which only lasts a few days over a month. Not to mention the sort of name my feral kin give us all...

So far I've abstained. Not that I don't have my fantasies, too, but the risks are far too great. Being the middle child of more than three dozen children will teach you about such things.

But the jostling of the carriage brings my attention back to the now, gripping my leather bags to keep the contents from tumbling down onto the dirt road to my right, down into a mess of stray children frolicking behind the latest travelers to pass through the city gate. I'd only just managed to get the last seat on the long road to Evryl, the human-ruled capital of the nation Gethune built out of a centuries-old Elven city. A step up from the hamlet I called home. To my left, dressed in head to toe in various shades of worn black fabrics, sits a woman who's evidently an apothecary traveling home-- talking my pointed green ears off in the process.

"Medicine has come quite a long way, you know." She speaks in a sultry, hushed tone, already having gotten me to divulge plenty about my race's sexual proclivities and not to mention my own chastity in the face of the aforementioned risks. "Take this, for example. Relyiatol. Foxroot, gratings of bellowstone, the stomach of a--... Well I won't bore you with the details." She lets out a laugh which cuts through the other muttering voices in the steamy carriage and echoing out through the city behind us. "It keeps any seed from sprouting. I've tested it myself." A proud, mischievous smile stretches across her lips. Those in her profession spend plenty of time testing their theories on animals but something tells me that may not be the case here.

A few minutes later I disembark, hopping down and bracing myself-- when you stand at just four feet tall the fall from a carriage is quite an ordeal. The vial I'd be gifted clasped betwixt my fingers my eyes follow the apothecary, waving at me as she departs.

"I'm sure you'll need more; my shop is at the corner of 7th and Bell. 'Til then!" And with that she's gone.

I get my bearings quickly, searching for the establishment I'd been hired on to staff. An inn in the heart of the city, Lilac, with several wings to accommodate all sorts of patrons. From those merely in need of a bed for the night, to those interested in a suite for their stay, even sometimes hosting diplomats. The street sign I'm searching for shows itself soon enough: 5th street. My hips sway as I head down the street, neck craned to look at the various tall figures which pass me by, even the daintiest of women striking me as rather tall. The majority are human, some elves mixed in, other peoples appearing yet in smaller numbers.

But I seem the only goblin and that earns me a few stares. Perplexed, frightened, lustful, all various reactions I'm used to receiving yet not in such high a number.

Finally the structure shows itself and I head down the alley and knock at the service door as I'd been instructed in my letter, setting down my bag with a heavy sigh knowing my journey is finally at an end. Eyeing the vial I wonder just what sort of new beginnings I might find.

A buxom goblin shortstack finally has the keys to her sexual freedom, might you like to help her use them?

Gali Lok, a hardworking girl of 19 who is eager to make her own way in something other than a pig-stinking hamlet. Lilac might only be the first step, those she meets after further steps, or maybe she'll stick around. I'm open to finding one dedicated character to pair her with as well as someone in more of a GM capacity, the various characters she might bump uglies with.

What might I want featured in that role? Well, anyone! Any race, gender, occupation, whatever might bring you to Evryl. I'll not that I, ergo Gali, am strictly submissive and am not interested in being asked to occupy more of a dominant role. Apologies if that's what you were hoping for!

Some of my kinks (not included in the kinklist in my profile, so do check that) that I'd like to work in are breeding talk (I've no interest in Gali getting pregnant but partners being fixated on that portion of goblin anatomy is no issue), interspecies partners, risky sex, work-place romance, unexpected visits, anal training (receiving), musk, sweat, insults (no slurs), being groped, tribbing, nudity, size difference (goblins stand rather stout after all), being dressed up, being shown off or paraded, and receiving praise.

I believe that's all I have regarding Gali for now, should you like to know more about me please consult my DPP Profile.