Some indignities are beyond any compensations - even those dispensed by gods.

She is an unbelievable thing, to see; shockingly beautiful, hideously strong, ravenously radiant with a bewildering rush of mystical scents for the magical senses.  Vanadís is unlike anything in her world; and perhaps that is the reason she came to this one in chains.

Enormous black feathered wings showcase the stained glory of a fallen Valkyrie of Eiyr; as does the dark steel crown, permanently fixed to her head by the apparently subsequent emergence of demonic horns that sweep back over her sable mane.

Her skin is rippled with muscular power undiminished by her prior confinement.
Arms, legs, chest, and pelvis are all marked with a series of tattoos - silver ones, in some jagged, cursed angles speaking of Abyssal design; and those overwritten and intersected by golden tattoos, cutting through and breaking them.

Past her knees, her legs smoothly become the retrograde cloven hoofed limbs of some fiendish agent.  Ultimately, her nature is unclear beyond being some terrible alloy of outsider powers; and something else again.

Her eyes are pearl white spheres, with gold rings gleaming at the edge of unseen irises. Her ears, and face are abundantly pierced with gold rings and studs, according to some exotic fashion or unknown occult significance.  Her teeth are white, with dangerous, tearing canines.  Her lips are red, achingly full, and ripe with unspoken sinful invitations.

The Valkyrie regalia in which she is clad seems to be re-purposed as a kind of instrument of denial, now; the enclosed breastplate prevents the spill, and therefore outward stimulation of her generous breasts; and likewise, the golden codpiece strapped to her groin strains against its leather straps at the ceaseless pressure from behind it.

When she speaks, it is a deep, sonorous contralto containing ethereal echoes of her words, sighed, moaned and grumbled; as though a captive cluster of breathy, otherworldly understudies were reciting her lines, as she gives them.


Final disclaimer:

The nature of my work is such that I can be called away at all hours fairly abruptly, and maybe during inconvenient or intimate moments.  I won't drop without saying goodbye, but RP with me comes with a risk that I might just have to go at some point.  You pays your money, you takes your chances.  I'll try to make it worthwhile, and make up lost time later.