Name: Triarrah
Age: N/A
Race: Nabassu (Uncommon) (Formerly: Fiendish Half-Displacer)
Type: Outsider (Chaotic, Evil, Native, Shapeshifter, Tanar'ri)
Gender: Female
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Deity:  N/A
Class: Sorceress
Languages: Common, Sylvan, Abyssal, Infernal, Celestial
Height: 5'4''
Weight: 121lbs
Bust: C-Cup
Cock: None
Hair: Black (Vague indigo sheen)
Eyes: Purple, Catlike
Skin: Black (Vague indigo sheen)
Fur: Black (Vague indigo sheen)
Owner: Solomon

Description:

   Nabassu Form:

   The first- in some dire cases, the only- feature that would attract attention of this she-demon would be her eyes - pits of churning indigo that glow with a hate-fueled power. While their intense glow bespeaks dark, corrupt power, they seem to draw the eye ever inwards- despite their glow, there is something etheral about those eyes, as though they shimmer and flick, shuddering with strange illusion that makes them appear only half-real. Still, those swirling orbs easily catch the gaze- practically drawing a peron forth into their purple depths, even a moment's distraction enough to cause one to lose themselves to the terrible, hungry beast that lives within those molten eyes. At her most vulnerable times, the very depths of those eyes may reveal the barest hint of something other than a pitiless, hungry monster. Should that gaze be survived- or broken, there is to explore and behold a body twisted by abyssal power, and perhaps surprisingly, influenced by former mortality. While her flesh is a blotted dark-blue, she seems to have retained her gender identity, unlike so many other demons, born or made, she is clearly female, that evidence expressed not only in her body and frame, but the decidedly gentle and soft lines of her face. She possesses a quartet of wings, a befurred tail, and displacer style tendrils that often hide behind those wings.

    The shape of those eyes is notably less reptilian than most Nabassu. Wider and softer, but no less intense, that venomous hatred often found in a demon's eyes is actually hidden in hers, she most often displays a seductive sort of power, one that makes so very many enticing promises- working to her advantage, it often works to welcome roving gazes to meet her own eyes, rather than frightening them off. Black, glistening lips that are often spread in a smile or a subtle smirk would split to reveal a set of blood-stained needle-sharp fangs, that come to sawlike points, accompanied by a set of tusks that just barely protrude from the bottom of her mouth- their pointed caps hinting at the rest. Her tongue would be long, black, and forked- a sinewous muscle glistening with oft-bloody saliva, doubtlessly capable of impressive feats of agility often remains tucked within her lips- dancing out only rarely to cause those lips to glisten in the light. The point of her chin and curve of her brow actually manages to remain graceful, if somewhat imposing. Her large ears come to a series of jagged points at their end- often pulled back along the sides of her head, they are strangely reminiscent of both a panther and a bat, yet manage to remain something altogether twisted. She possesses a full, intense head of hair, a deep indigo that seems nearly black, save in proper light, graces her head wildly flowing behind her shoulders, or jagged over her brow most times, this well maintained hair seems to have an illusive otherworldly magic, blurring when she moves. Horns sprout from her head- part of it as any other, they curve gracefully backwards, blackest obsidian in color with a cracked, purple inner glow to them, they look almost glassy, rather than made from bone, giving her already beastial appearance a mix of something truly demonic, yet also regal, to an extent.

   Should the eye follow downwards, it would slip over the lines of her neck to find her body- the very same that was a combination of abyssal corruption and tall feral grace. While her posture was variable- straightened or hunched like a prowling beast, as the mood would take her, some features would remain the same. Upon that inky dark-blue flesh there would be few blemishes save the random, self-inflicted gashes, along her front, however flesh would easily give way to the more demonic and rough scales- scales that looked almost rocky, they would sprout from her shoulders, down her back along her spine, even rolling jaggedly along the backs of all four of her arms- a rough, abyssal armor, though they were completely absent around her breasts, belly and groin. Upon her chest would lie two dangerously enticing breasts- providing large D-cupped cleavage for those interested, they would easily draw the eye to this shaded valley, and if not for the fact that they were possessed by a terrible demon, they almost seem to invite an insidiously playful little grope- and seem to evoke thoughts of much more lewd acts, practically thrusting these sinful little tidbits upon the mind. Still, those dusky-blue breasts would be capped each by a yet-darker nipple that was often erect, the leftmost of which was pierced by a piece of jewelry that glitters against her dark flesh, in the shape of an elaborate 'S'. They gave a delightful, hypnotic little jiggle with her steps, and were perhaps surprisingly not gravity defying, just the barest hint of a natural sag to them that only seems to enhance their lewd qualities.

   Should the eye wander lower still, it would pass beneath the shadows of those impressive breasts to find a narrow belly toned and lean- muscles are clearly visible beneath the flesh here, tensing and flexing with her movements, this impressive belly is blemished primarily by - perhaps oddly- the presence of a little belly-button. These muscles offer smooth, shadowed valleys that only usher the eye to wander lower still, where it might behold the she-demon's body flaring into hips- too lean and feral looking to be considered truly motherly, they were sleek handles at best, but still seem capable of swaying and bobbing with the steps she took to be mildly enticing. Upon the other side would be her ass- toned and heart-shaped, it seems to give a subtle, yet sassy little bob as she walks- the real 'treat' would be lower still, between her strong thighs and the gentle swell and subsequent slope of her mons- for should those thighs spread, they would reveal a pair of puffed, inky netherlips that were as deliciously insidious and enticing as the demoness herself, for those brave enough to venture there. Those puffed, glistening folds would possess a cloying, seductive scent that entices the nostrils and tends to impart further, sudden thoughts of lewd rutting upon those that fall prey to it. Parted ever so slightly, those tight lips would reveal not one, but two passages- deliciously pink-purple flesh hiding behind the darker hue of her outer lips, those nethers seem almost constantly dripping with a lewd sort of lusty, feminine dew, though the she-demon seems oblivious and detached to her body's obvious need, as though she didn't even notice.

    She possessed not a single pair, but two pairs of arms that displayed an impressive, wild strength- one likely fueled by relentless demonic power, each of these arms ends in a hand that comes to a large, five-fingered claw- obviously capable of impressive dexterity with these long, clawed fingers, they would evoke images not of gentle caresses, but of skull-crushing grips, or dangerously shredding and rending flesh. Her long, toned legs end short at the knees- warping from small, rough scales to inky fur that seems to blur with movement. Digitigrade legs that look very capable of sudden bursts of speed end in paws that hide large claws, capable of being extended at a moment's notice.

Alternate forms:
        Tria is a shapeshifter. If you see something different, then that is likely on the money.

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