If any person deserves to be called statuesque, here is superb example of one. The athletic woman reaches ten feet in height, and from her head to toe her physique is simply sculpted to perfection. Muscles ripple beneath a skin bronzed in the sun, but in spite of her bulk there is no hint of clumsiness in her movements. Either she is perfectly at rest or fully in motion, with all the effortless grace of an animal.

There is nothing bestial about the titanesque woman, however. The strong but feminine features of her face are invariably graced with an open and amiable expression, and the steady gaze of her copper colored eyes speaks of an honest and sensible nature. Her voice is as clear and strong as her looks would imply.

A steel breastplate of is all she wears for personal protection -- although armor feels almost superfluous when her bronze skin already seems impervious to harm. The rest of her garments are made from tanned leather and dyed linen, with comfort of higher importance than the flaunting of her figure.

The titan-blooded woman is as stately in the nude as she is with her clothes on. Although her breasts are modest for her size, with her stature they are more than handfuls for the average person. Her body is mostly hairless below the neck, save for the puss that sits snugly between her pair of powerful thighs.