A sight that dwarfed all others in beauty. A rough and tumble woman that still managed to throb the heart of any male; to enslave any male's lust. Crafted in no short amount of time by the Gods. Tight leather wraps her top half, stretching over the female's firm abs, and keeping breasts in place; a warrior, not a harlot. A killer, not a lover. The tight, like-a-second-skin tunic had no sleeves, and it's back was modified, to allow two large appendages. Large, black feathery wings with a pearlescent maroon shimmer at certain angles. The visible fur on her arms and face shared the same pearlescent shimmer, with the same maroon, at the same angles. Any young man passing her by might believe she could raise the pulse of the dying or dead. Any older man passing her by might feel ten years younger. Leather pants were tight to a firm rear and toned, developed legs; long their own respect. She had a couple of worn leather belts wrapping her tightly clothed left thigh, to hold a sheathed dagger's hilt at her palm. Leather leggings' calves were hidden under boots who's tops reached just above her knees. An excellent specimine of feline musculature; a more than excellent example of the embodiment of the word "gorgeous." Her clothing was black, and her shimmering fur was black, but her eyes... Emerald, glittering, and a rival of any green gem's beauty stood out against the blackness she chose to encase herself in. Another standout feature was long, wavey red hair that showered down her back between those large wings. Loose strands of her bangs fell forward over her forhead and eyes, but did little to hide or mar any of the beauty. Having recently received a black hooded cloak, the hood laying back behind her head, allowing her to be recognized, if that of the cloak didn't do so already, since the clasp in the front would be gold, baring the symbol of Ki`Est in it. Once she would turn around, a picture of a dragon in silver thread would be seen, shimmering within the light.
Thank you Chance for the description.
Cloaked Description
[This would be a different cloak, pure black, baring no resemblance to Ki`Est. If wearing the cloak, Sanguis would be pure black.]
A dark restless soul, she seems familiar to many yet unknown as well, her hood and cloak fully cover her form, except for her jet black wings protruding out of the back. Even the most primitive of beasts seem curious as her scent is not present. Her body moves with a liquid grace while her eyes peer out of the darkness consuming her head. Thus deep red eyes seem cold and calculating as she stays moving in stride. Was she really there, or an apperition of something, one will never know. |
