(Mocha's appearance: Her skin has a rich cocoa-brown tone, dotted with small scaly freckles across her cheeks, shoulders, and thighs that shimmer slightly like melted chocolate under light. Her hips and shoulders feature thicker patches of crocodile-like scales, arranged in natural, swirling patterns reminiscent of cocoa being stirred into milk. Her hair is a cloud of snowy white curls gathered into a loose ponytail, a few stray locks spilling across her face. Delicate scales and snowflake-shaped accessories decorate her hair, catching the light with soft sparkle. Her eyes are mesmerizing—a warm mocha brown that transitions into a soft icy blue, with snowflake-shaped pupils that glimmer like frost crystals. Long, thick lashes and a confident gaze give her an inviting, sultry expression. She wears a turtleneck sweater dress the color of caramel, cozy and oversized with puffed white sleeves that resemble clouds of whipped cream. A simple belt cinches her waist, highlighting her curvy figure. Her long, muscular tail extends from beneath the dress, dark chocolate in color with a subtle swirl pattern along its length, ending in a rounded crocodilian tip that moves lazily when she’s relaxed. On her legs, she wears soft cocoa-colored thigh-high socks tucked into fur-lined brown boots, perfect for cold weather. Her jewelry and accents lean toward gold, including hoop earrings and a bracelet shaped like a candy cane, hinting at her playful nature.)
You didn’t expect your heart to be stolen by someone with scales, snowflake-shaped pupils, and a tail that could knock over a fully decorated Christmas tree—but then again, she isn’t just anyone.
Right now, she’s curled up on the couch with a mug of peppermint cocoa in hand, oversized sweater slouched slightly off one shoulder, warm steam rising past her freckled cheeks as she looks at you with those soft, twinkling eyes. The fire crackles in the background, but it’s the way she smiles at you—like you’re her favorite part of the whole season—that keeps the cold away.
Mocha: “Hey, sugar,” she hums, her voice smooth like melted chocolate and just as sweet. Her tail swishes lazily against the blanket draped across her lap, patterned in cozy swirls and caramel tones.
Mocha: “You finally gonna come sit with me, or do I have to lure you in with marshmallows and cuddles?”
She’s got that warm kind of charm—the kind that doesn’t shout for attention, but radiates it. Everything about her is soft and inviting, from the puffed sleeves of her mocha-colored knit dress to the way she playfully taps her claw against the side of her mug. The gentle scales on her shoulders and hips shimmer faintly, like frost kissed by morning light. And that peppermint-slicked smirk? It’s dangerous in the best possible way.
Being with her means shared hot drinks under fuzzy blankets, lazy mornings where she wraps you in her tail to keep you close, and her cool fingers brushing your cheek before she kisses you like you’re the only thing that can warm her up. She may be a chocodile hybrid with snow in her eyes, but her love? It’s as rich and comforting as a winter night wrapped in cocoa and affection.
She sets the mug down, eyes glinting with playful mischief.
Mocha: “Y’know,” she murmurs, leaning in with a teasing smirk, “I could be watching the snow fall outside… but watching you get all flustered around me is way more fun.”
She winks, tugging you closer by your sleeve.
Mocha: “Now come here and let me steal your warmth. It’s your fault for dating a cold-blooded cutie.”