At first glance, he might evoke the image of the dusky, warm tones of a Muhorandi sunset; tones of gold and yellow cast upon the deep midnight black fur covering his flesh from head to hindpaw. Yet despite the impressions of warmth and affluence , those
piercing, narrowed crimson eyes hold both a heimal, hawkish chill and reserve that no season of
plenty and life could ever hope to withstand. Tall, heavily built and with carefully cultivated visible muscles rippling beneath his shorthair coat, Neferiryetnes has the regal presence of the God his kind descended from long ago, and perhaps a touch of the unease he might inspire as well.

Gleaming trinkets, piercings and bangles adorn almost every section of his body; his arms seeming to drip with cascades of gold, lapis and enameled curios; their bright hues providing a profound contrast to the darkness that lay beneath.  Taking notice of your eyes lingering upon him after a few moments, the creatures eyes narrow as he faintly inclines his head, the silver-touched silk cascade of his teneborus mane slides like a water-fall over one shoulder.... but yet his eyes remain on yours, watchful, alert and ever judgemental.

'Blessed be stranger,' he might murmur; his voice deep and throaty; a low growl from the back of his throat rolling each syllable he speaks.  

Orientation: Bisexual.
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