Swathed in a generous cloak of sand, umber tan, chocolate, and sable. A pale, forest green hue gleams from an eager, stern ogle. Teeth, sharp like daggers, peak from the corner of an often worn scowl — if you're lucky, maybe even from a haughty grin.

Though not quite carrying a masculine appearance, she is proportioned to a great height and massed of thick, trained muscle. But like man, she often disregards a ladylike posture and exchanges it for a slumped saunter, finding it easier to keep her skull leveled, rather held high.

STORMRIFT
( 10.16.22 — 01.09.23 )