There's no mistaking her for a male now; most often clad in tight leather of varying designs, sometimes modest, other times leaving little to the imagination, she displays her subtlety curved frame proudly.

Horns crown her head and patches of rough scales decorate her body, the most obvious being down the length of her spine. A long, reptilian, prehensile tail extends from just above the curve of her rear, rarely idle and often giving away her mood. Her legs, though powerful, are far from human looking; inverting below the knee and ending in a set of polished, cloven hooves. Less noticeable are the claw-like nails that tip each finger, the quartet of fangs displayed when she grimaces or smiles, the extra long, slender tongue that sometimes appears to taste the air, and the somewhat oval shape to her pupils.

Athletically built with corded muscle under taught, naturally dark skin, either due to a conscious effort foBNES 
hysical fitness, or having lived a life of labor. She's more wiry than bulky, built more for speed and flexibility, than brute strength.

Her breasts are small by most standards, but she's not flat. Each firm mound sitting high and proud upon her chest, tapering gently inward to a toned waist and back out again for a pair of hips barely considered womanly.

Although short of stature, there's no doubt this young creature is well into her adult years. One look into her vivid amber eyes, tells anyone she's at least a quarter of a century old. Not a lick of "baby fat" clings to her features, leaving them streamlined and sharp.