Stunning in her ageless beauty. the angelic being before you has risen from the ash of death once more. she stands, clothed in a cloak of azure feathers, and a roman toga of the deepest sapphyre. her eyes hold a limitless depth of emotion. about her hips she wears a belt of beaten silver, hanging from it lays a sword... unique in only it's black hilt, and the coin upon it's pomel. upon this pomel to the eyes is gifted the form of an open hand. her body is as that of a pure marble. her ivory skin a stark contrast to the deep azure and sahhpyre garments she wears. her arms, thin and graceful, belie the true power that she holds, her face.. fagile and open... beautiful to behold..yet utterly compasionate. her chest seemingly with out shape is well defined.. her siloete showing that she has barely a B cup... and little eles to her feminine atributes. her hips thin.. yet well proportioned pleasing to the eye, and yet flow into beautifuly wraught legs of alabaster... on down to her ankles. were her toenailes are even a deep azure blue. about one ankle lies a thin silvery chain.
once more eyes roam, falling upon her wings. the deepth of their blue so deep.. so utter blue that they leave no room for thought. slowly they extent.. a thin trail of deep azure flame sweeping from them to fade to noting in the blink of an eye. her eyes meet yours with a shy smile. slowly she brings a hand to the crop of hair that adorns her head.. intermingled with feathery quills.. soft and pleasant to the touch... they cascade down about her framing in her face.
Stunning in her ageless beauty, the Angelic being before you almost seems to have arisen from the ashes of death once again. Her face, framed in by soft copper hair, filled with tiny quills. She shyly peers about, her head bobing a little. It's clear she is no ordinary Angel, her eyes, seemingly human in apearance are speckled with tiny flecs of silver, slowly disapating to the edges of her deep blue eyes. Her beak, seems rather Raptor like yet it bares a softness about it. Her Cere flushes, her naires turning a deep red as she lowers her eyes. Lightly her wings flit settling them about herself, her sholders bare, covered in a soft ivory that is her skin. A delicate, fragile flower that seems to have little in the way of defences. She slowly turns about, to hide behind her wings.
As she turns about slowly, there are feathers that do not follow with her primaries. These idridescent feathers catch the light, and seem to glow like a softly burning fire. Lightly she peeks, a light little 'meephle?' of curiosity escaping her throat. As your gaze moves back to her face you are startled to note that her hair has lifted a bit, or is that her hair? No.. It's the quills you noted before mixed into her hair. As they lift and fan out slightly the myriad of colors and hues desplay, openly proclaiming her curiosity to the world. Colored in an asortment of oranges and yellow, blues and violets, even a deep red and firey crimson, all apear to have the same highly iridescent qualities of her tail feathers. The soft glowing, burning sensation to the eyes, as they catch the light, is extremely asthetic and pleasing to look at.
She shyly lifts her hands, to brush back her hair, as a stray lock falls into her eyes. her finger, delicate looking are very obviously avian. instead of the usual 'human' ginger, with short blunt nails, she instead is gifted with the curved and cone shaped talons of a gracefulbird of prey. though they seem to be well cared for she has chosen to keep them short and stubby, clipping them back, and filing them smooth so as to retain the usefulness of her fingers. her feet, odly the same in relitive apearance to her hands are aranged in much the same manner as that of your average falcon. with three toes forwards, and two back. she walkes with the peculiar gate of a curious bird. her head bobing slightly, peering thisway and that her crest sometimes rising to show her curious nature, or perhaps hint at her moods. her body is well toned, as she must be able to fly, her legs well toned are built for speed, and for power, yet are slim and graceful to the eye, and when in motion.
her body on up to her chest is of little note worthy, she is gifted only with small pert gifts of womanly sign. barely a small B. to acentuate her endowments she has chosen a rather nice, and delicatly adorned haulter. a deep spaphire to offset the ligher blue of her wings, it is trimed lightly, but not overly so with a red trimming to enhance the overal pleasure to the eye. about her hips she wears a delicate skirt. this skirt seems to have a hint of Egyption design to it as it seems to be a wrap of a sort, at her hip is a fine silver pin, the slit being in the front, and to her left side. yet even when she crosses her legs, it does not reviel to much of her thigh, even when she crosses her legs, it does not reviel to much of her thigh, perhaps this is out of modesty. as she crosses her legs, about one ankle is seen a filigre chain, a small stone dangling lightly
She wears only a few other simplistic things. at her hip oposite of the split in her skirt she wears a pouch of holding. on her wrists she wears a pair of delicatly engraved silver bracers. across her beak, beneath her Cere she hass a light, yet almost invisable naire guard, the carving and etchings about it sujestive of runesmithing..
Stunning in her ageless beauty. the angelic being before you has risen from the ash of death once more. she stands nude before you, given only her wings to offer her shelter from your eyes. her eyes hold a limitless depth of emotion. her body is as that of a pure marble. her gentle sholders flow down to the soft forms of her breasts, each hardly more than a B cup. her ivory skin a stark contrast to the her face.. fagile and open... beautiful to behold..yet utterly compasionate. her chest seemingly with out shape is well defined.. her hips thin.. yet well proportioned pleasing to the eye, and yet flow into beautifuly wraught legs of alabaster... on down to her ankles. on up again her neathers
are devoid of hair... being truthfuly well kept and womanly.. were her toenailes are even a deep azure blue. about one ankle lies a thin silvery chain.
once more eyes roam, falling upon her wings. the deepth of their blue so deep.. so utter blue that they leave no room for thought. slowly they extent.. a thin trail of deep azure flame sweeping from them to fade to noting in the blink of an eye. her eyes meet yours with a shy smile. slowly she brings a hand to the crop of hair that adorns her head.. inter mingled with feathery quills.. soft and pleasant to the touch... they cascade down about her framing in her face.
Time holds no bonds over beauty, angelic grace and elegance making baser thoughts seem almost sacrilege. Her bare skin is pale, an ivory white that almost gleams in the light, a contrast to the fire and crimson that halos her head, her hair the color of embers waiting to flare. Her soft skin is cloaked with a reverent glow that caresses her skin like a long familiar lover. Her eyes are as much an enigma as the rest of her, colorless, and yet all colors, twin pools of shifting emotions watch you from over her sigil etched Cere guard, the silver metal covering the vulnerable breathing holes in her beak. Her eyes are always changing, expressing her mood even more than her demeanor, windows into more than just her soul.
From her avian face to her graceful neck, from soft shoulders to the swells of her breasts, her body is bare, exposed to your sight. Her breasts rest high on her chest, the swells average sized but pert, though all but the tops are hidden from your view by the sudden explosion of color, her wings demurely wrapped around her body. Blue the color of the clearest sky greets your glance, the feathers seemingly shards of the sky itself. At the tips of her wings her pinions fade to the light blue of morning, and then to the steely blue of an angry storm, the full range of the sky's moods displayed before you.
Where her wings part, curving back away from her body can be seen yet more of her ivory skin, legs lean and long stretch down to her feet, ankles locked, a single silver filigree chain wrapped around one. Her legs are shyly pressed together to guard her barely visible sex, shaven smooth and bare, her partially hidden charms coyly guarded. She watches you, curious and alert, her demeanor guarded though full of wonder and innocence.