Adoptable Dog
Starting Bid - $50
Autobuy - $500

Devil_A

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Doberman Neyra
SB: - 50$
MI: - $5
AB: 500$


📌RULES
📍Remember that you can change the design as you like when the auction ends
📍Always credit me for the original design
📍I work with Paypal
📍If the winner does not pay within 24 hours, the second highest bidder will win the adopt
📍No refunds
📍Possible holds/payment plans
📍Please do not claim the original design as yours
📍For commercial use can be discussed privately


🏆WINNER RECEIVES: image without watermark (all in PNG format in the best Quality)
I would really appreciate it if the winner left a reviewđź’Ż

BID GOALS ~

BID +$60 Add clothes (of your preference)
BID +$90 face art
BID +$100 Enlarged breasts (at your discretion)
BID +$130 nude version
BID +$160 Futa
BID +$200 chibi version
BID +$250 (front and back view)

From $350 - additional art for every $200 (full body)

đź’Ž EXTRAS đź’Ž
1) - Slightly change colors or details (+20$)
- Add/change any reference information (name, age, gender, story etc.)
- Add/remove accessories, wings, piercings, stockings, moles etc.
- Add/change her height
2) Change/add extra hairstyle (+$30)
3) Change wings (+$40)
4) Add any extra outfit (+$60)

Neyra Voltex is an alien furry Cerberus with a neon soul and a personality wired at 100,000 volts. Born on the distant electric planet Zirex-9, she’s been supercharged with lightning and madness since day one. She wields powerful electro abilities, fueled through her neon mechanical tail, which she plugs into charging stations like a wild battery hungry for chaos.

Her body is covered in countless piercings—metal embedded in her skin like antennae, as if she’s tuning into cosmic static. Neyra has three heads, but only the central one is active—the other two remain offline until she commands them to awaken, unleashing a devastating, triple-headed storm.

Her personality? Explosive, reckless, and unapologetically bold. One second she might hug you; the next, she’ll fry your circuits with a jolt to the chest. At night, she stares at the stars, either missing her home… or planning to blow it up again.

She’s an electric storm wrapped in neon metal. And if you hear the crackle in the air… it’s already too late.
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