Name:  Naomi Rathborne
Race: Anthromorphic War Horse
Weight: ... This ain't no wall flower.
Height: 6'2"
Sex: Shemale

Snow white hair tumbles down from the crown of her head, curving horns penetrating her scalp and pushing free from beneath the silky hair, framing a beautific face of high cheekbones and regal features. Piercing, blue eyes gaze forth from between the two cascading strips of soft, white hair that tumble down either side of that face in elegant stips. Interwoven with a deep, rouge ribbon in a complex overlapping weave to further eccentuate the haughty expression she often wears with ease. She has a broad, white smile, and often a soft tapping can be heared as she stands in thought, her tongue clicking a silver bar piercing in her tongue agains't the back of her teeth.

Sweeping down past her swan-like neck, often elegently decorated with a silver chain and pendant,  her body is a sweeping show of athletic curves. A voluptious, motherly bust barely contained behind a top which strains agains't the heavy flesh. Just above the right breast, finishing beneath her collar bone is the fades white line of a crescent scar, an old wound but one she apparently wears with pride. Below these heavy curves her waist, while not waspish, is a toned, muscular display of strength her feminine boddace otherwise conceils, the heavy weapon strapped across her back giving tell to the strength she belies. Well formed shoulders, and arms which seem well developed by combat finish inlong, slender fingers, adorned with rings. Her right hand bearing a signet with perhaps a family crest of sorts.

Wide, broad hips are accentuated with muscular, thick buttocks which wobble and flex with each step of her digigrade legs, the heavy hooves impressing the ground with a thud and audible clop from her hooves. Long sweeping pins, you'd expect on a woman of her stature have thighs like a race horse, but that heavy build gives the natural arch of her back little choice but to push her butt outwards in a rather showy, pronounced poise.

At the apex of those legs is a thick, daunting bulge. Most often large shaft is contained in a fleshy pupace, but when aroused, or relaxed the oily, beastial shaft hangs free from it's sheath. Any race smaller than a well build human would likely face extreme discomfort in accomodating it's sheer mass, the heavy, plum sized testes hanging behind the pony-like shaft are hairless, and like the rest of her hide-like skin have a leatherly feel with the touch. Long periods of non-sexual activity cause them to swell even larger, leaving her self-control once aroused an a minimum.

Once her interest in kindled, she is a rough, unforgiving lover spending all her built up lust in one, all encompassing act. Usually however she is a calm, soft spoken individual, though confident and at time suprisingly blunt in her intent.

Her clothing, like many from the beastlands, has that wild, barbaric edge. The heavy armour is indeed, heavy. Thick sections of iron, rather than the thinner plates of steel at held over and underlayer of thick hide with straps, and crude links hew from that same primitave iron.
Her weapon is a large, spiked flail, often hanging across her back from a decorative series of straps, made to fall free with a sharp tug at a central buckle.