-ZARANDRA-

Age: Roughly in her 30's
Race: Minotaur
Sex: Hermaphrodite
Height: 8'6 to 8'10"
Build: Curvatious, Plump, Buxom
Hair/Fur: Fire Red/Brownish Tan Red
Eyes: Golden Yellow
Bust: 42 G (Due to her height)
Cock: 10 in. flaccid 14 in. erect 5 in. girth

The massive war-taur of the clan of ThistleBrand tromped heavily by. The heavy step of her hooves ushering her approach. Her tail swaying behind her gazing over the features of her surroundings causually watching for danger.
She seemed quite seasoned by her past. A jagged longsword hung on her hip that had seen it's share of battle. Blood stains lining the double steel wrapped blade. A bulky wooden shield sat on her back. A number of skulls lining the outside nailed neatly to the plank of wood.
This minotauress was bred and born of battle as most of her clan was. Fitted for armor at an early age and pushed into the fray without hardly a spit of training. Obviously, she survived the rigorous tests of her peers and was given a place as one of the guardians of her families.
Her armor was quite scarce. It covered bit and parts of her but mostly was there for show. Her clan was not one to hide their scars. It was pride carved into their flesh showing their prowess to survive such battles. She wore some thick shoulder pads, a nicely snug armored breastplate, some greaves, and gauntlets. Not much to protect against attacks besides her heafty shield and skill with a blade.
Her gruff and rough personality was pretty much what you would expect from a barbarian. She wasn't exactly a filthy mess though; the woman often kept herself clean to avoid giving away her scent to those she hunted.

The long fire red hair cascaded down her shoulders and some down her back. Her eyes shone with a bright golden off-yellow and her face was quite cute for one so born in the wild. That curvy plump body was what grasped many people's attention. As her armor left little to the imagination of the onlooker; most kept their stare on her luscious and mountainous chest. The scrap of a wrap around her waist and crotch hung loose and for good reason. A bulge lining the leather scrap was quite obvious eagerly awaiting to spill seed from that girthy vein covered cock. A pair of cantalope sized testicles hugged snug between her thighs. A number of people may see her as a shemale, but actually hidden behind that swaying sack was a tight puffy lipped slit constantly wet from the grinding of that bulge against it.
With what she wore the scent of her sex and that musk mixed was a constant reminder to those around her what she was. She didn't hide it. She had pride in her nature and often got into a fight or two to defend herself over it.
"The brave do not fear the grave. The tough, strong, and powerful stand before you. Let's hope you can handle it."

REDS: Vore, Gore, Torture, Slavery, Perma-Death, Toilet Play.

GREENS: Any Race, Any Gender, Large Cocks, Excessive Cum, Vaginal, Anal, Oral, Forceful, Roughness, Beasts, Monsters, Demons, Multiple Partners, Multiple Penetration, Lactation, Incest, Light Bondage, Groping.

Zarandra is quite dominating, but she has on occasion with the right partner submitted to them.

Artistic Depiction:
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