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Portrait
Description
This tall powerfully built woman seems a picture taken right out of a war tapestry. Soft flexible skin with a strange soothing warmth stretches taut over the battle hardened muscles that pull it tightly over her form. The sharp lethal beauty of her statuesque body, rising to six feet and ten inches, is shaped without error into a smoothe ruddy bronzed over tone. Long fiery locks of red hair cascade down over her shoulders with a slight wave making it seem more alive as she fights, although it's usually kept beneath a helmet, otherwise leveling off just at the middle of her back- her back built with the strong muscles of a swimmer or archer although maintaining a smoothe feminine shape.

While a quick and agile fighter, her behavior is as pulchritudinous as her appearance. A quiet intimidating threat with analytical comeliness waits on the outside, hidden beneath delusive charm, with all thoughts and schemes masked behind eyes of dark emerald, marked by black pupils and occasional gold and red flecks throughout the obstreperous crystal orbs holding a peremptory gaze. Although often times maintaining a cold, dispassionately menacing exterior the sadistic glint behind her eyes is the most unsettling, more often then not picking people apart to find how best to destroy them when they meet her gaze. A tempting recalcitrant smirk stealing across her face might flash the briefest glimpse of her mostly concealed teeth, elongated and sharpened to broad triangular points with slightly elongated canines to match.

Her armor and clothing are always meticulously cared for, making sure that at all times, even when drenched in head to toe with blood and gore she keeps a perfectly presentable figure- although the context itself may be in question. The scent of blood, steel and very faint ozone always seems to linger in the air about her, a telltale clue to her presence and perhaps twistedly intoxicating perfume of her battles. In addition to the blade she wields there is the small pouch of spell components resting at her belt ready to combine steel with spell, though the clawed tips of her fingers sometimes make it difficult to do so.

Down the length of her back run ten blackened metal rings piercing through her skin, five a side parallel to each other forming a slight curve and laced through with a flat black ribbon crossing through the rings of the corset piercing. Along the middle of each half of her back, running in intersection with the middle of each shoulder, are four small horizontal slits in her skin. Though barely visible unless specifically searching, they are more noticeable by touch, feeling like eight small bloodless cuts through the tense muscle of her back housing a long set of tentacles. Betimes she also has her right forearm pierced, rings running from her hand up to her elbow laced together, though usually this is reserved for special occasions and the ribbon strung between those corset piercings change in color to match the outfit worn. Around her neck she usually wears a thin leather cord with a decently sized ruby hanging at the base of it, shaped into a sanguine droplet of blood; a possession she covetously guards. Piercings can sometimes be found along the length of an ear, or both; her nose, eyebrows, trans-dermal and sub-dermal implants as well, though there is no pattern to what adornments she wears. Each day is always a different accessory keeping her appearance in a chaotic flux, even changing her hair and betimes skin and eye colors when the mood strikes.

Underneath her right eye she also wears five studded piercings, all gold and shaped like unnatural fingers -or more precisely, tentacles- wrapping around shimmering sapphires to hold them in place lining the underside of that eyesocket with the five blue marks. In addition to the more visible piercings and body modification she also occasionally wears a barbell piercing through each of the small nipples crowning her creamy tits. Her ponderous chest is quite large, enough so that if it were any larger, it would appear out of place on her figure, already requiring bulkier armor then necessary to contain those delicious mounds. Very supple, they are also quite touchable, round, firm; they bob up and down with each laugh, jiggle with each step, but always bounce springily right back into place on her broad chest. When unarmored she often contains them in tops that are just enough to hold them in, and almost appearing as if failing at that, though one of her favored articles of clothing is a corset; forcing the warrior to keep a more feminine figure and tight crushing back those juicy melons, squeezing them into an enticing cleavage begging for attention.

Her waist tucks in enough to keep her figure proportionate despite it's heavily battle hardened appearance, then flared out to a majestic set of large hips. Her behind sticks out quite proudly, round and lush, very inviting be it shown through tight leather, loose slacks or the heavy loincloth keeping her covered in spartan elegance. Though usually disciplined and walking with a purpose it shifts with the movement of her hips, her soft though firm bottom jiggling just slightly with each heavy footfall of her march. Her legs are thick and hardened, though maintaining a feminine appeal to her toned and hardened appearance, working together with her delectable rear to glorify each movement she makes. She is quite proud of her lower body, and usually attempts to reveal a good amount of thigh when able, keeping a long bladed dagger strapped thereupon in clear view while still keeping a rigid militant appearance clashing with a bit of elegant flare.

Slow, disciplined and eerily calm she keeps herself well composed, giving her an almost otherworldly feel to her predatory charm. And charming she is; the textbook definition of a sociopath always willing to make new friends who may be useful, break them, and throw them away when they are no longer beneficial anymore. As vicious of a fighter as she is, she makes an equally dangerous friend.
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Greens: Humiliation and objectification, blood, bondage, force, unwillingness, worship, anal, vore, dismemberment, mutilation and permanent marking, body manipulation/alteration, torture (be it sexual or not), degradation, drugging/addictions, mental manipulation (magical or mundane), asphyxiation, BDSM particularly D/s and S/m, death, violence, hot wax and clamps, knifeplay. Oversized members, deep penetration, excessive cum and stretching, impregnation, milking be it semen or breast milk. I'm fine with all genders but definatley prefer futanari.
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Hidden between her legs is one of her biggest surprises- a heavy, sagging sack packed full of cum, hindering her walking sometimes to add to her rigid militant gait, and a bestial cock sheathe. Often times the air around her is thick with the intoxicating, heavy musky scent of her arousal, and she tends to wear loose pants to hide her giant equine cock should the thick meaty length slip from it's protective sheathe, always coated in a slick sheen of sticky precum oozing from the flat tip naturally lubricating the length of her cock with throbbing bulging veins along the meaty shaft. Most partners find the taste of the cum she endlessly expunges from her bloated balls painfully addicting, a fact that she's often quick to abuse. Thick enough that a hand can't wrap around it completely, her twitching member remains somewhat soft and still malleable even when fully aroused, too much to properly get a full flow of blood to the huge horse cock, though it does give it that partially bendable quality to get into all those deep places and odd angles. The length of it's shaft is studded with bumpy protrusions like round sub-dermal implants, spaced out along the thick throbbing member to tease so pleasurably along the insides of whatever hole she happens to be slamming into.
Player:xXCrystal_Rose
Gender (Visually):Female
Race (Visually): Human