She moved from the over hanging brush with a bored expression crossing her features, grass green eyes very normal, unlike the other Pona's feline eyes.  There were no scars on a body that emphasized her feminine gifts with tight black leather.  Her own red hair fell down just past her ears, but it didn't hide her elven breeding.  She was cold, very cold, oaken skin perfectly cared for, and there were no laugh lines anywhere on her pretty features.  At her right hip was a whip, like the other Pona, she was left handed, in front of her left thigh was a collar, with the Firemeadow symbol etched into the metal, an oak tree inside a ring of flame.  Over her right thigh was a pair of shackles, they also had the Firemeadow symbol etched into them, and they usually gave away her presence by ringing against each other harshly.  And then there was that poker at her left hip, used to mark her slaves, with the Firemeadow symbol, since she was the last living Firemeadow, and it would stay that way for a good, long time.

"What is it with all these halfbreeds?  They should all be dead."

This Epona hasn't had the problems everybody's favorite elf did, she never cared, no morals, and she's the archmage of a very different Elven Sanctuary, a regular tyrant, from another dimension.  She doesn't have the lycanthropy, the scars, or the height of Epona.  She's only 6'6, and known for the lack of emotion in those normal green eyes, if she ever found out her true origins, she'd die.  She hates drow, halfbreeds, and humans, well, she hates everyone.  She only "respects" those who respect her, but she has a warped sense of respect, always believing in the slave/master thing.  Never will she demean herself by calling herself a mistress, for that word would mean she serves a master, and she doesn't.  She'll never serve anyone, she's too arrogant, and too fast.  She's definitely not one to trifle with, and she does understand the drow language, so don't assume she won't understand because she's elven, she made sure to learn all she could about a race she so hated, to find the perfect way to destroy them, or enslave them.  The only show of emotion in her eyes, ever, is the occasional happiness at seeing another's pain, especially a halfbreed's pain.

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