<strong>Name: Sashira<br/>Location: Dining Hall<br/>Tagged: Yuri</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Sashira, played by Wendy Slave Girl</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/f1ea6c0cb8ddd4e5a70043cb69be4160.png)<br/><br/>Name: Sashira<br/>Age: (Nothing under 16, of course) 17<br/>Sexuality: Bisexual<br/>Ons: Oral, anal, vaginal sex. Bondage. Submission (see below). Risky sex (public, potential impregnation, etc), Non-consensual sex, rough sex, domination(see below)<br/>Offs: Pain/torture.<br/>Appearance: Red is her predominant color. Due to her mixed heritage of having a werewolf mother and an incubus father she combines traits of both species. <br/>Anything special about them:  She can fly and climb walls easily. She is strong and a good fighter. <br/>Weaknesses: From her werewolf mother she inherited the loyalty and pack mentality. One way this manifests itself is that if the one she tries to have sex with  beats her in a fair fight that person is her Master or Mistress from that day forward. However, if she wins she views them as her pet to do with as she pleases.<br/>Position: Student<br/>Favorite Position: (Yes they are different...) It depends on if she wins in a fight. If she is dominant, she likes to be on top and in control. If she loses a fight then she loves the more subservient positions.</div></div><br/>She blinked out of her thoughts and smiled at Yuri, giving him that instinctual visual inspection she gives to males. She cocked her head and studied him, noting how nonchalant he appeared as compared to Russell who seemed very curious about her and the other girls. "My name is Sashira. You're one of a handful of humans I have met now. " She stood and moved to a chair next to his, sliding into it in a graceful manner, her eyes holding his. "So, tell me, why did you come to this school?" She had her suspicions but she was curious to see if they were correct and she reclined further back in her chair, instinctively showing off her charms, utterly unaware, consciously, that she was doing it.