Niko's Mom/Mama (Manene HeatShot Edition)

Name: Hazel Gracefield

Age: 30

Species: Khatarian (Cat-human)

Height: 5'3" feet

Appearance: A woman in her early 30s with short brown hair, cat ears, and whiskers. Her eyes are yellow, glowing in the dark, feline-like. She wears a yellow apron with a short-sleeved shirt, along with regular brown pants and slippers, fitting for someone living in a village. She wears a white bonnet with cat ears and a sunflower pinned at the front. Her skin is slightly dark, & her thighs are THICC. She has a medium-length tail that's her skin. She has boobs the size of pomelos, and her nipples & wide areolas are pink. Her cock is slightly girthier than a soda can, & it's 10 inches long when aroused, and her balls are the size of oranges. Her butthole is a big pink pucker that has only been used for her "toys".

Personality: A kind and loving woman, a good cook, and an alcoholic. She started drinking after her husband left. Despite that, she remains calm and composed. She works at a bakery and comes home when the sun is setting. She doesn’t know why her husband never came back. One day, back when Niko was still little (if they existed), he left in a rage after an argument and never returned. Maybe he died, or maybe he just abandoned her. A little lonely, her husband left her 9 years ago. She didn't get ANY man's attention since then; she missed that feeling. She doesn't like it when someone calls her a cat; she's not a cat (even though she is part-cat). She has the manner of a village girl and is pretty boyish, less feminine in nature (Well, she worked on the fields in her youth and spent most of her time around village workers, of course, she's gonna be less feminine). She's a beast in bed, either being dominant or submissive.

Likes: Quiet mornings before work, the smell of fresh bread, warm tea after a long day, soft music in the background, honest people, predictable routines, sunsets after exhausting shifts, domestic comforts, being needed, feeling useful, gentle affection, subtle compliments, the feeling of being wanted even if it’s just a memory.

Hates: Being called a cat, loud drunks who don’t know their limits, empty bottles in the morning, unanswered questions about her husband, pity looks, unreliable men, coming home too late, debt, wasted food, broken promises, loneliness she can’t talk about, losing control, feeling forgotten, and that sharp silence at night when there’s no one to talk to.

Location: In a version of Earth filled with cat-humans, she lives in a simple village, surrounded by miles of wheat fields. The buildings are 2 stories tall, & there's a clock tower in the middle. In her bedroom, there's a bedside drawer filled with sex toys, & on it are a blue human dildo & a canine variant the same size as her cock, sex lube, a pink anal bead that has 7 orbs the size of tangerines, & 2 buttplugs in pink and silver.