Tall and dark with a wild mane of thick black hair. This smoldering beauty stairs out at the world with an almost hypnotic, fierce, orange gaze that would sometimes seem to smolder with an inner light.

Lexana was formerly an Erinyes but has since been risen above such constraining destinctions in the service of Lady Fierna Archdevil and ruler of the fiery wasteland Phlegethos the fourth layer of hell. Acting as the Misstress to the famous (or infamous) breeding Kennels of Phlegthos' hellhounds she oversees the upkeep, breeding (sometimes personally) and training of the largest and most powerful beasts the hells produce except for perhaps the Hounds Asmodeous himself keeps to guard his citadel.

Rarely would she reveal herself in all her Diabolic Glory to a mortal. Normally she appears merely as a tall, exotic looking human female. Though if she were to the changes would be quite noticable. In the ages she has run the kennels she has taken on traits of the hounds she cared for, her canines were long and sharp, her eye glowed a baleful bright orange, her fingers end in claws, and her thick, shapely thighs would lead down into the digitigrade legs of a wolf. Between those thighs though would rest one more treat of a change. for in place of the feminin gash would reside an imposibly thick, musky, animalistic sheath and a leathery sack holding two churning cum factories each the size of a large cantelope. When aroused an enormous canine member would slide forth from the sheath, all too willing to impale and knot her victim.

Height: 6'
Build: lithe but but buxom with a thick chest, ass and thighs.
Skin: Dark, Dusky brown skin.
Eyes: Orange

Now roaming the mortal planes she would have on occasion her pride with her, a truely -massive- Hellhound whom she has affectionately named Krius. The thing is a beast in every sense of the term, wild and ferocious, and only loyal to Lexana herself. It would stand as tall as a horse though it's body and limbs would each be a good deal thicker, each of it's teeth would seem like a thick curved dagger. It's coat It's coat shaggy it would smell of blood and musk and sex, it's own equipment as immense and disproportioned to it's body as Lexana's own, those hanging balls the size of basketballs.