Golden skin, golden ringlets and claws that have no mercy or end, this demoness standing at 5'7 lives by a small code of rules, never get caught and never be bound. Love her or hate her, you'll never forget her.

Deity -Loviatar.
"The world is filled with pain and torment, and the best that one can do is to suffer those blows that cannot be avoided and deal as much pain back to those who offend. Kindnesses are the best companions to hurts, and increase the intensity of suffering. Let mercy of sudden abstinence from causing pain and of providing unlooked-for healing come over you seldom, but at whim, so as to make folk hope and increase the Mystery of Loviatar's Mercy. Unswerving cruelty will turn all folk against you. Act alluring, and give pain and torment to those who enjoy it as well as to those who deserve it most or would be most hurt by it. The lash, fire, and cold are the three pains that never fail the devout. Spread Loviatar's teachings whenever punishment is meted out. Pain tests all, but gives strength of spirit and true pleasure to the hardy and the true. There is no true punishment if the punisher knows no discipline. Wherever a whip is, there is Loviatar. Fear her — and yet long for her"

This is ten percent luck
Twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure
Fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember her name

Eyes drew to the form of this gold skinned creature, her plush curves granted in such an alluring way that any man couldn't stop himself from wishing to bury his fingers against her, on her, to posses and control every inch of her.

 Lets start at the top of that pretty head, should she allow her hood off, ringlets of gold spilled around her features to offer a beautiful halo of gold, almost angelic in its way, if not for the two well cared for horns that twisted out of the mass to curl against her head. They'd have that 'Sherly Temple' look to them. Following down the grace of her hair came her features, soft, cherub in looks, she'd have wide, soft silver eyes, like liquid mercury, and a cute nose, following down to full, wide pillows that often were held into a pout, or a smirk, and painted a neutral tone. All her beauty came in a natural way, thick lashes, deeper gold to her cheeks, a look that most women would kill for.
 Following down that slender jaw was her neck, often wrapped in silk to tie a bow back behind her, which kept that hood in place, was the rise of slender shoulders, down the curve of her chest to her generous, ungodly large chest, and by ungodly large, she had to stuff them into any top she wore, each globe having to weigh a few pounds on its own. Down along the curve of such monsters was her ribs, followed down to a slightly chubby tummy, a little bit of fat curving over the edge of her pants, giving something to snuggle into, or grip, her hips having that 'child bearing' look to them.
 Further down would be her thighs, two thick, muscled lengths that tapered to well developed calfs and followed down to feet that seemed to be well taken care of. Her arms were much the same, slender and well cared for, ending with pretty slender fingers, the hand of a mender, a caster. If one turned her about, they could see the lush expanse of her rear, each globe much like her breasts, full and thick, and jiggling with every step, as if begging to be touched and spanked, a lovely long tail covered in an almost velvety feeling of hair to end at a delicate spaded tip.
 Easiest way to sum this woman up is 'Buxom' 'Chubby' 'Voluptuous'

 Now the darker side of her lovely form was all along her biceps, her shoulders, and all along her back were littered in scars, some overlapping others, all the dark, deep golden color of wounds left to heal for themselves. Her back was a jagged road map of cuts, burns, whip marks, chunks missing even in some areas. Along that lovely tail was a gold band in its center, as if she had to have it reattached at one point, and above her right breast, a knife wound sat, still looking as if it was fresh, just a few days old, the length about three inches wide, and about a quarter of an inch think, the very center of it a dark bluish hue.

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