The eyes are the first thing you see. The half-fiend is covered in coal black fur and blends into the shadows in which she likes to keep. Only her eyes smolder in the dark. More wild animal than woman, the half-blood looks at other creatures as threats to remove, prey to kill, or things to fuck.

Little more than five feet tall, the half-fiend is made smaller still by her crouching gait. Her body is an instrument honed for the hunt and kill, however, and she is an alarming sight even without the benefit of great height. A mere snarl from the demon-blooded woman can instill a primitive fight-or-flight response in lesser beings.

The half-fiend's skin is as dark as her fur, and her body slashed through and through with scars. Nearly all of her wounds are deliberately inflicted -- red ink rubbed into the cuts highlights each scar like a tattoo. The most elaborate ink-rubbing decorates her face, and makes her look even more demonic than she already does.

The bestial creature has no concept of modesty, and she eschews clothes altogether. Her surprisingly shapely breasts are covered in soft, short fur, save for her nipples and areolae. She doesn't hide even the pink slit of her beast cunt, but lets her genitals show without the slightest hint of self-consciousness.

The half-fiend's hair is a shaggy mess haphazardly decorated with plaits and beads of glass and wood. A number of horns both large and small protrude from her forehead. Her tongue is long and black, and every last one of her teeth sharp as a nail.