Haughty in demeanor and imposingly tall, this Nightmare-hybrid dresses in the trappings of a Banite priestess. Her armor is always magnificently polished and clean, everything meticulous and in its place.

For the most part she is not concerned as much with decorum or affability as she once was - hardly a surprise considering she is a Banite. She is never shy to speak what's on her mind even if it is not exactly appropriate or kind. She hides nothing, and not just in the conversational sense: like many equines seen about Morendra is a blatant shemale, and is not ashamed of it. "She" often regards females with a lecherous eye. Since she is a devout follower of the god of tyranny and domination it is quite obvious what her views on slavery are. But her lawful bent does cause her to take a somewhat jaundiced view of rape or other overtly unlawful behavior.

Appearancewise she is strong but curvy and feminine. A thin, glossy black fur covers her body and her hooves are polished to a magnificent black mirrorlike shine. Her eyes are expressive and intelligent, often narrowing slightly in thought or disdain when others are near - they add a certain coldness to an otherwise beautiful face. She wears dark eye shadow and extremely expensive jewelry, consumes only the best foods and wears only the finest clothes.

Those clothes are usually tight and revealing without being slutty, merely snug enough to avoid being a loose-fitting nuisance and occasionally drawing taut across various parts of her curvy body when she makes movements. Morendra is quite proud of her body and makes sure her long hair and tail, fur and hooves are always clean. The fur on her body is short and velvet-like, lending the taut musculature of her hips, rear and legs a sheen that exaggerates the rippling motions of her strong muscles beneath. The hair on her head is glossy and luxurious, very straight and sweeps down to pool at her shoulders. It is a shocking crimson and matches that of her horselike tail.

Large hooves and bent shins support her, clopping with surprising softness and agility but able to dig in tenaciously during battle, deadly if used as weapons. Atop them stretch vast lengths of supple and feminine leg, freely exposed to show off their furry sheen and mouth-watering shapeliness as they join up with a wide set of hips. They are powerful, taut and hitch upward and back, helping to emphasize a tight and perfect rump. Nestled between the tempting thighs, of course, lurks Morendra's plump-tipped shemale endowment. However, the orbs below it are grossly disproportionate, sized and weighted like a pair of grapefruits. In fact they are so inconveniently sized and so heavy that Morendra seldom travels or enters battle without first holstering them in a sturdy - but tight and uncomfortable - leather harness.

Thanks to the sheer size of those heavy, magically enhanced orbs between her legs, Morendra finds herself constantly tormented by the need for relief. Even a couple of hours after a good, thorough draining they will be tight and brimming - so full they literally hurt - and she is forced to spend a good deal of her time each day sating her body's heavy needs. When it interferes with her social life, or her duties as a priestess, it can make her very irritable indeed and the easy availabilty of sex here has exacerbated things, gradually conditioning her body to produce more and more rich cum to keep pace with the increaded demands she places on them. A vicious cycle indeed, recent weeks find the equine almost constantly semi-hard, while the balls have swollen to the size of veiny melons - strapping them in the harness is no longer an option but an absolute necessity. Besides holstering the huge orbs, Morendra has also taken to wearing thin rubber sheaths imported specially from Lantan - not as birth control, of course, but merely to prevent her cock from drooling down her thigh  embarrassingly in public. When she does wear these condom-like devices, they would be found brimming with the trapped and bubbling seed, heavily weighing down her length at the tip.

Returning to more feminine traits, Morendra's flared hips taper swiftly to a nicely toned waist only to sweep back out again and support a proud high bust. Graced with massive melonlike breasts that seem to jut out from her chest as stiffly as if they were muscle, barely sagging despite their weight, they are only just soft enough to jiggle or bump one another gently when she turns or walks. Such is the weight of her bust that its firmness does not quite seem natural, and indeed Morendra occasionally complains of soreness in her back; it is very possible that she had them enhanced at one time Still, her chest is attractive and imparts a rather exaggerated arch to her torso, curving her chest up and forward slightly, creating attractive dimples at the base of her spine and causing her bust to look even larger than it is. It is hardly a wonder that Morendra requires custom armor.

(OOC Stuff)
(Morendra is pretty liberal about her pleasures, though she does avoid bathroom, underage or vore-type things. Perhaps because of her gender she is attracted to females, but is willing to be social with anyone.

Finally, Mor is (big surprise here) a very dominant lady - demanding, exacting, but willing to lavish rewards upon those that please her and submit to her will. She's always ready to use and abuse, but expect her to be a ruthless bitch! I warned youuuu...