Satchel
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"Be careful ladies, I bite. Gentlemen.. feel free to bite me back.. if you dare."
Satchel possessed a rather commanding presence to be blunt. Standing at an impressive six feet tall the feminine bat often drew eyes upwards rather than downwards, her own satirical hues an odd split.. one a jungle green, one a fiery orange. Hair was one shade darker than cotton candy at its brightest and a smattering of red gore at its darkest, tips and bangs dulled significantly from the silken mop atop her head. Makeup was a common feature upon her face though most of her treatments would be hard to discern from afar.. perhaps even close up, midnight eyeliner and facial touchups perfecting what was already a rather pretty visage. Even the light tan colouration upon her forehead which stood out against the natural browns of her fur was an amalgamation of falsehoods, the only obvious bit of work the glossy white-pink hue of lipstick on her lips, white fangs glinting when they became visible, an appearance often made.
Despite her height the girl's body was petite - in fact, out of context one might think that she were far younger and smaller than she truly was.. say.. next to a larger creature such as a dragon she'd appear a modest fourteen year old girl. 'B' cup breasts were held in by a simple strap bikini top of rich mauve, her bottoms matching only in utility for they were emerald-cerulean in hue.
A chameleonic scarf was the only other article of clothing she wore, the long, draping length wrapped about her delicate throat, one end of the cloth often settled upon one breast while the other fluttered long past the sensuous curvature of her hips. The scarf was chameleonic because.. well.. it always seemed to know where it was relative to her bikini top and bottoms, shade shifting from lavender about her neck to a darker mauve about her breasts before lightening into pure, sparkling emerald and finally ending about her thigh as a flawless cerulean hue, the startling differences in colour surprisingly hard to discern when it came to where one shade ended and another began.
Oft hidden beneath her vibrant scarf was a twenty two carat gold chain necklace with an intricate silver heart locket at its end, crimson ruby of like shape embedded within its center.
Her forearms were webbed with her wings, yes.. this attribute left her with only two thumbs and six fingers, a total of eight digits, pinkies melding into the membranes of her wings. Transparent webbing connected at its base to her covert tail, the pointed stub of an appendage peaking out from the back of her bikini bottoms.
She could often be seen with a viciously barbed transparent green dildo strapped between the string of her bikini bottoms and her left hip.. not afraid to use her 'secret' weapon to 'defend herself' in any way necessary. That being said, she wasn't nearly interested only in the fine art of sexuality.. she was up for most anything, from a rousing chat to a draining nibble on a willing participant's throat.
Satchel possessed a rather commanding presence to be blunt. Standing at an impressive six feet tall the feminine bat often drew eyes upwards rather than downwards, her own satirical hues an odd split.. one a jungle green, one a fiery orange. Hair was one shade darker than cotton candy at its brightest and a smattering of red gore at its darkest, tips and bangs dulled significantly from the silken mop atop her head. Makeup was a common feature upon her face though most of her treatments would be hard to discern from afar.. perhaps even close up, midnight eyeliner and facial touchups perfecting what was already a rather pretty visage. Even the light tan colouration upon her forehead which stood out against the natural browns of her fur was an amalgamation of falsehoods, the only obvious bit of work the glossy white-pink hue of lipstick on her lips, white fangs glinting when they became visible, an appearance often made.
Despite her height the girl's body was petite - in fact, out of context one might think that she were far younger and smaller than she truly was.. say.. next to a larger creature such as a dragon she'd appear a modest fourteen year old girl. 'B' cup breasts were held in by a simple strap bikini top of rich mauve, her bottoms matching only in utility for they were emerald-cerulean in hue.
A chameleonic scarf was the only other article of clothing she wore, the long, draping length wrapped about her delicate throat, one end of the cloth often settled upon one breast while the other fluttered long past the sensuous curvature of her hips. The scarf was chameleonic because.. well.. it always seemed to know where it was relative to her bikini top and bottoms, shade shifting from lavender about her neck to a darker mauve about her breasts before lightening into pure, sparkling emerald and finally ending about her thigh as a flawless cerulean hue, the startling differences in colour surprisingly hard to discern when it came to where one shade ended and another began.
Oft hidden beneath her vibrant scarf was a twenty two carat gold chain necklace with an intricate silver heart locket at its end, crimson ruby of like shape embedded within its center.
Her forearms were webbed with her wings, yes.. this attribute left her with only two thumbs and six fingers, a total of eight digits, pinkies melding into the membranes of her wings. Transparent webbing connected at its base to her covert tail, the pointed stub of an appendage peaking out from the back of her bikini bottoms.
She could often be seen with a viciously barbed transparent green dildo strapped between the string of her bikini bottoms and her left hip.. not afraid to use her 'secret' weapon to 'defend herself' in any way necessary. That being said, she wasn't nearly interested only in the fine art of sexuality.. she was up for most anything, from a rousing chat to a draining nibble on a willing participant's throat.