Holding her self in regal pose, you see before you the object of many a myth. she is call the avian of rebirth, the bird of flame, he syble of the circle of life. she is Navira, Azure Phoenix.

Her feathers, a deepening Sapphyre blue, that flows to a limitless Emerald Green hue and then to a dark almost blood red Crimsom that gently peteres out to soft pale rose avout the underside of her throat.

her wings, wich seem to burn of a soft flame, are predominantly sapphyre and crimson, lay folded neatly to her sides. her hands retilian in apearance are delicatly formed just so that the are equaly as elegant as the rest of her ageless form..

as  one would gaze upon her breast, and abdomen her feathers begin a deepcrimson, and then passing into the lighters blues and finaly into a deepening sapphyre about her groun. her hips flare in the womanly way drawing your eyes to her rear where her long, lugurious tail fans out behind her like the trailing end of a wedding gown

her movements, undeniably feminine, are as graceful and as exotic as legend has made her kind out to be. she makes no effort to hide her self, though she is shy .. seeking not to meet the eye, but insted to offer a tantilizing view of what she is in truth.. an Ageless Legend, made flesh