------',---'{@ Nyara @}'---',------


To mortal eyes, she seemed to be an incredibly beautiful woman, just barely over twenty years of age. Most found her very pleasing to the eye, and she'd not lacked for attention ever since she was old enough to understand what it meant. Her features were sleek and well defined, her skin smooth and flawless, the color of sunkissed peaches.

Nyara's hair was a pure white, almost a wintery shade, so unusual that most jealous women swore it was dye and not nature's gift. Trailing down her spine ended a matching silken tail. Atop her head were two long, curved horns, banded with silver around the base. With bright beautifully pale-silver wide stretched wings fluttering lightly behind her.

But by far, Nyara's most startling feature was her eyes. They were the shade of green that one only sees on the freshly budding leaves in the springtime.

Wrapped about that slender throat was an engraved runic collar. A small space left open in the middle forming the words "Rewyn" out of temperal power. From the right side began a Red dragon twirling meeting up and interlocking with a Silver one on the left.

Now freely roaming the lands, with a song in her heart, and a whisper upon her lips, her voice barely heard and musically eerie. Whether it be stand and fight, or kneel and submit, head bowed or held proud, she is a beauty beyond compare, and never without some sort of attention to draw the crowd.

She is a dancer of Starlight and Shadows.
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      ---,'--'{@ HIS @}'--',---

Who is SHE?
She is HIS girl, she aches to please HIM
She yearns to serve HIM,
She longs to Worship HIM.
She is HIS slut, HIS babygirl, HIS toy,
HIS possession, HIS friend, and beloved.
Her body burns for HIM,
Her heart beats for HIM
Her soul longs for HIS possession.
She is only HIS, but who is HE to own HER?
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