Considering her mildly limpy stride, Ash was far from sneaky. But a preference for raged clothing in earthen tones gave her the ability to blend in most places nontheless. Her skin was a smooth and beautiful caramel, yet such was hidden by layers of dust and cracked, dried dirt. Either she called a pigsty her home, or she sought out moist earth to bathe in. Whatever the case, it meant she left muddy hoof-prints most places she went. Her frame was slender verging on malnourished, shoulders narrow and teats modest. From above her skinny ass sprouted an agile tail, evidence of the same fiendish taint that had bestowed horns upon her head, and gifted her legs twisted and bent in the fashion of a bovid. A heavy hood shaded her face more times than not. Her reason for wearing it became apparant as soon as it came off to reveal one of her eyes missing. She observed the world through a single crimson eye, the other pried out, in it's place nothing but a charred, hollow socket. All combined she appeared a broken individual in every aspect, and the collar locked about her neck only added to that. It was both old and rusty, but it hugged her throat with a seemingly unbreakable vice all the same.