Annika
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You see the tall, voluptuous figure of an equinal form. She mostly resembles a choclate skinned, amply bodied young woman from the waist up and a powerful beast from the waist down. She has a soft, feminine face that's pretty in a homely sense, framed by her dirty brown locks that are tied back and centred with gleaming emerald eyes and plump, unpainted lips. Unwrinkled and without blemish, you would wager to be in her early twenties at the latest.
A broad neckline guides your gaze to her shoulders, bearing arms of defined strength and her immensely plump chest, likely straining at the stitching of most tops she wears. Simply having to carry their weight around for years would have given her a strong back, and they bob and bounce freely with the movements of her body. Her stomach is a well defined rack of muscles, though certainly not skinny, just lusciously curved and gifted with the strong musculature of fine breeding. From here, things get dicey. The equinals are equal parts alluring and bestial. Her hips are wide and broadly curved, but they'd have to be to carry the staggering booty she was hauling. Her big firm behind leads down to powerfully sculpted thighs that accentuate the strength of her physique and carry her swaying, shuddering form with ease. Between her thick thighs lies a perhaps expected surprise; a fat sheathe and large balls that hang like heavy coconuts in a strained, hairless pouch. She does not often flaunt her unusual endowment, and even makes attempts to conceal it. This is made difficult by the fact she tries to dress both modestly and comfortably. Any long dresses are liable to get trampled underhoof and cause an ungraceful tumble, while pants would be too inconvenient; hence she generally opts for a loincloth that just about manages to drape over the dangling bulk between her thighs, straying breezes not withstanding. Moving down further beyond her strong thighs are the digitigrade joints that run down to her solid, heavy hooves, giving her a very stable and immovable stance. Given her weight and the power in her thighs she could probably crush skulls with those hooves, or swiftly kick in ribcages. But if you've met her for more than ten seconds, you can probably gage her temperament is not in the least bit violent. |
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Player: | Whorse |
Gender (Visually): | Female |
Race (Visually): | Human |