Name: Ragash
Tribe: Thunderclaw
Height: 6'2''
Weight: 200lbs
Hair: Black, Long
Skin: Green
Iris: Red
Race: Orc
Sex: Shemale

Polite notice:  Ragash isn't going to hate fuck people who swear at her and call her names.  She's going to axe them a few questions.  If you're not prepared to accept PVP, please don't shit talk this Orc.

Thanks! :)


Ragash stands an impressive height and girth for one of feminine build.  Her stature is tall and broad, boasting the strength of an ox or a bull in her passive stance.  Unlike the males of her kin, her spine doesn't overcurve at the top leading to that ugly slouched position so many Orcs choose to adopt.  Instead she stands tall, bold and proud, ample chest presented and inviting of sword blows or worse.  

Broad shoulders swim into a wide rib cage which lays host to a more than ample pair of breasts, oft contained within the snug embrace of furs or iron, depending on her mood.  The ribs narrow into a flat stomach laced with strong, defined, interlaced muscles which protrude all too fondly from the skin.  Her hips flare as anyone would expect them to into an ass that could support the skies if it had to while maintaining the soft, admirable squeezability anyone might hope for in a bum!  And under that, two mighty muscle rithe thighs flow downward, like a waterfall of meat, criss-crossing over bone and tendon to forge quite the wondrous shape indeed.

That which sways between them is an impressive slab indeed but often concealed by a barbaric cloth or indeed pants, depending on her mood!  Her cock is certainly a marvel to behold; a rugged, vascular meat spanning to a length of six or so inches, each surface vein meandering like a flowing river until sinking into the meat beneath.  The powerful vein at the bottom of the long rod is built thicker than the norm, protruding just a bit more and spanning across the majority of the girth, likely a requirement to support such a length.  The head is thick and meaty, like an apple forged into that familiar bulbous glans shape, and often times if caught in the light, it will shine like an apple will, too.

Wherever exposed flesh may happen to be, the odd barbaric tattoo might also be found, always in blues and blacks.  Their meaning may be lost on the onlooker, but to her they are a source of pride and joy and worth flaunting, even if such a wondrous pillar of flesh was not.