Elegance, precision, grace.

Kiminei was a creature to be certain, with hard horns crowning her soft flowing locks, like an unyielding isle of bone upon an ocean of soft beckoning shiny black locks and the tail that ever remained in motion, dancing, darting, elusive to fingers seeking to lay claim to the writhing limb.

Clearly otherworldly the woman's figure spoke of delights of the flesh made manifest, further accenting that planar heritage she cherished, embraced and celebrated so openly.

Her clothing were usually a few distinct things. Tight, to show off an alluring physique. Bright, almost cheerful and finely tailored. Everything that touched her skin seemed to be of the utmost quality. Unafraid to wear golden adornments upon her wrists, the occasional golden ring upon a finger, even a ring upon tail or horn should the occasion and desire arise.

Desire indeed was the word by how soft and plush those always accented lips were, but like all pretty things there beneath the surface lay danger, as those fangs spoke of whenever she smiled just a little to wide. A second glance of her always well kept nails also spoke of natural danger, sharper, keener than a mortals nails ought to be.

Her eyes were a depth of golden yellow one might liken to the Sun and just as the sun looking too long might result in danger. A sharp gaze, usually not sharing the small smile playing along lips, those eyes told of a quiet, soft weighing of all she laid sight upon.

Despite the judgement left unspoken her voice was rarely loud, certainly near to lyrical even in normal conversation, and perhaps would have been a singer had that unearthly almost hollow tone not tainted it so. Beauty turning to almost unnerving so easily, when audible.

Her chest sat heavy, an almost motherly swell of breast, defying gravity again thanks to that immortal youth all planar seemed to be given whether they deserved of it or not. Leaving one to wonder if her years numbered tens or tens of thousands.

Her skin was sinfully smooth, soft, unblemished and beckoning to be touched, like the colorful Nightshade being honest of the threat within. Still some might consider a unfortunate end at those fangs or claws a worthy way to go, all of which left this world with a smile on their features for sure.

Unlike other horrific creatures of the void she smelled naught of hell, naught of darker deeds or plains, just a soft natural womanly scent and had no malicious heat to her body. Were it not for the tail, horns and those keen eyes she might pass as a perfectly beautiful mortal woman.

But she wasn't and she couldn't and anyone thinking otherwise was in for disappointment.