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Description

Furcadian Description

Bubble gum pink tresses fall in a flashy array of lengthened strands staining the shimmering air around her. Deep mahogany red oculars glint ever so mischeviously as creme-chocolate tawny, streams its way intreveneously over her slim curves; plumed fluffy tail showing squirrel grace in the feline features of her delicately inset face. Pink latex is donned upon her back, a half chewed pencil graces a notebook holding seductive cursive left unread. [single] [wishlist :tri-wings, phoe, port space]

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Gently seductive with a friendly air, dressed in a loose floaty crimson mauve colored top, gentle folds of khaki dusty brown loose pants allowing a gentle plumed tail some air as it sways gracedfully. Her felinavian features almost counteract the gentle delicacy of her squirrel-like grace. Gentle light, limber limbs and strongly muscled legs, dappled fur swathing a swiftly moving form, always a smile and a friendly warmth for those she seems to love. She seems to be subdued and obedient, mischevious and troublesome at the same time. She's purely confident in herself, which makes her what was once the perfect assassin with her trademark twelve blades sheathed upon leather hugging her delicate frame. No one really knows what any of them do. The poisons, the cures. The only furres besides her to glimpse at the wonders of these blades, lies dead in a grave. So graced for them a silent quick death, not so many others died in such a way. Not all with intact limbs, or all their ashes in a jar. Some lie tormented in a shadowy doom. Severed from reality. Dying a million deaths. In the shadows.

The look of a devilish child is what you see in her mahogany blood tainted eyes, but beyond the innocence and impish features lies a lusty fiery sould with material and emotional desires all the same. Her plastic latex pack indicates with neon pink against her tawny hued fur, the plumed tail and amply plump breasts her calm individuality, spares no one. Tears in the fabric show the rough times she's been through as you long to touch her, hold her and breathe her breath. But she is reserved. For who she does not know. Time will tell in this half-gentle hearted feline squirrel, if she will really fly. And where she will go. And what faces she wears. She's just a child not having wanted to grow up so fast. But she wasn't given the luxury of the choice. Just one determination of a destiny of which she was forced to live. Unknown, unaided. Bubble gum tresses and gentle looks subdue her passion, but is she really an impish delicate angel with her wings cut off? Where does the writings of her own mind take you? Only so many have been graced to know, such a beautiful soul. And swiftly she disappears, into the tree top branches. Know this one?

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