Ravana
Her lustrous fur cascades in waves of dark brown and caramel, framing her feminine body with a wild, untamed allure. Amidst the earthy tones of her fur, subtle accents of lavender streak across her sleek coat, adding a captivating flair to her appearance.
Her eyes, the windows to her feral spirit, gleam with a mesmerizing intensity. They are a mesmerizing blend of amethyst and bright purple, reflecting the wisdom of ancient forests and the primal instincts of a predator. Behind their gaze lies a world of secrets and untamed desires, concealed beneath a veil of poise and elegance.
But perhaps the most striking feature of her visage is her mouth full of dagger-like fangs, rows of deadly weaponry only hidden by her lips.
For her build, she is tall, with long legs and a body suited for both combat and sensuality. Her posture is feline-like, gait and all, whilst portraying a relaxed and assertive attitude. Her hips sway when she walks.
Her voice is a roguish purr with a strong feminine drawl.
Her eyes are amethyst with brighter tones of purple. Sharp, intelligent, and predatory. Oh, and usually half-lidded.
She smells of a perfume of wormwood and ash. Intoxicating and, at times, suffocating.
Cunning. Ruthless. Morbid. Sadistic. Ambitious. Volatile. Possessive. Brutal.
A firecracker, living and breathing. Sharp with wit, astute in her studies, and combative as fuck. Plus she knows that she’s a gorgeous thing, and she isn’t afraid of playing bloody games. She is wicked, malicious, and craves pleasures of all kinds. She has no mercy, no regret, she only has domination and desire.
The girl is a culmination of malice and gluttony, her mind an indomitable force of nature — unbending and untamable. Isn’t that charming?
From a young age, Ravana was groomed to embrace the ruthless ideologies of her pack. She was taught that strength and cunning were paramount, as well as loyalty to her Saxe heritage — and their sadistic society.
Beware of the girl, for once she takes a fancy to you, she'll refuse to release her grip without leaving behind claw marks where she fiercely clung.
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