{Name}: Aziza al Multhapet
{Apparent Age}: Late Twenties
{Race} Lesser Anubite (Celestial)
{Gender}: Female
{Orientation}: Transcendant
{Height}: 5 feet 8 inches
{Build}: Buxom, Statuesque, Long-legged

~{Description}~

'What your eyes may see, do not at first trust. Trust what your heart tells, that the truth become both.'

Night black tresses cascade from this woman's head, spilling around the root of long, jackal-like ears that rise to elegant points above her. Nestled around the base of these aural extensions, is a golden crown that sweeps a stylised 'beak' of ornate gold forwards over her fringe; which itself spills down over one of her luminous, golden eyes. Their amber-glow almost burrows beyond your own gaze; as if she sook to sip from the well of your soul. Dark ochre surrounds them, making their luminous nature all the more difficult to ignore. Her nose is well proportioned, positioned flawlessly above soft, plump lips painted a rich cherry. Her cheekbones are high and regal a beauty spot on her cheek looked almost placed by some purpose to accentuate her features; which combined with her crown gives her the appearance of some imperious queen. -- Until that is you note the ever coy smile tugging at their corners; a softly fanged smile awaiting you.

Those soft strands spill down over the tanned, dusky skin of desert dwelling folk, soft beyond any measure a mortal mind should fathom; it contained a cloying warmth eternal. Between these two dark waterfalls, her swan-like neck sports a heavy golden necklace, clasped in it's centre a large malachite pendant that glimmers with a polished lustre.

Beneath this jewelry the heavy swell of her chest defies gravity in an all too pleasing manner, contrasting the waspish nature of her waist which sits as the painting framed beneath by the broad matronly hips.
   As the eye flowed across her sunkissed midriff, one might spot the only marring on her otherwise flawless skin. A scar, from three closely bared claws looks old and healed; serving to strangely compliment the perfect symmetry of everything else around it.
   Her backside, is frankly divine. That sweet, evasive quality between tone and jiggle. Thick and perhaps begging for the slap of a palm, or bold fingers to spread her juicy buttocks and take stock of the snug pucker hidden between. Unfortunately for your imagination; she was clothed in light white silks adorned with burnished gold. Forming a long, skirt-like loin cloth which swished about her knees and spilled down to conceil that which lurked between her thighs for some modesty.
Long legs reached towards the ground; thighs toned and muscular with a pleasing firmness to the touch; chased her petite feet downwards. Forming pleasant calves along the way. Her legs were perhaps a little longer than one might expect, but not so much to look entirely ungainly.

~{The Lewd}~


They say that grief is a fine aphrodisiac, so perhaps a creature forged of it might just harbour the kind of hungry, depraved passion that would let a broken heart forget it's sorrows; to live in the moment betwixt those smooth, tanned thighs. Puffy, dewy folds awaited to squeeze a lover into the snug undulations beyond. Tireless and selfish, juxtaposed against a deep desire to be the lewd tonic for lonely soul.
Those olive thighs await to wrap about your waist, their supernatural softness bittersweet against the vicelike grip that would keep you trapped there until your shuddering climax bought you panting against her soft breast.

Perhaps you're feeling bold..?