--If the character model does not match the description below, assume that the scent and properties listed at the bottom of this description still apply.--



 Before you stands a slender, strangely cinnamon-scented and vaguely draconic reptilian woman of mayhaps a few inches shy of five feet in height, covered from head-to-toe in countless tiny scales of glittering golds and subtle reds. From the top of her head down, one first notices a pair of small, plain horns hidden within a mane of impossibly soft, almost feathery fur; Which itself is silvery-white in colour, almost wispy in nature as it moves freely in the air. Just a step further and a decidedly improperly reptilian feature makes itself known; Large, floppy ears, sharp and angular and ending in little tufts of the same wispy whiteness.

 Her features overall are dragon-like in nature - Though far softer in shape and form than a proper dragon aught be. She bears a long, muzzled face and silvery, slitted eyes, the latter of which reflect even the tiniest of light so as to seem like they glow with some latent energy.

 Moving downwards her features once more return to a properly draconian figure; Her chest is quite flat, just barely muscled and covered still in that myriad of scales. Her belly, while firm, is also quite featureless and flat. Healthy looking, but lacking in any particular musculature. Similarly it is difficult to see any outward markings of a gender betwixt her thighs.

 Her legs too bear a more feral design to them; Sleek and well-formed, bending backwards at the knees before ending in wide, clawed paws, thicker scales protecting the surface of each paw whilst soft, squishy pads lay on their undersides.

 Behind her a thick tail extends from her rump, gradually tapering to a four-foot length. The tail seems to always have a thin band of rich purple-hued cloth on it, the cloth itself having numerous small charms stitched into the fabric. With each swish of her tail, the charms seem almost to chime like a series of small bells.




 Though... The woman is not all that she seems to be. Those who make contact with her scaled flesh will quickly find it... Not hard, like scales should be, but instead warm and malleable, more akin to a thick bag filled with gel. This unusual property extends to every bit of the woman's body; Her horns are just easily able to be bent or squeezed, the tips of her claws are fairly easy to make blunt simply by pushing on them, whilst even her tail seems quite stretchy in nature. A quick tug does little to make her fall over, but instead sets the tail to a newly enlarged length before it slowly retracts back onto itself. It's easy to imagine that this peculiar trait extends to other, much more lewd things as well, though why it's something the woman has in the first place is impossible to discern simply by observing her.



 Someone with experience with such creatures as Strata, or that has some form of truesight or the likes will recognize her for what she truely is. And that is... A puddle! Strata is little more than some form of sentient slime composed of primarily water or whatever liquid is most abundant whenever she needs to rehydrate, held in shape via constant usage of simple transmutation spells. It just so happens that she's a fan of cinnamon spiced drinks... How a living slime is capable of tasting or smelling cinnamon is anyone's guess.