You get these arts. And a a written description of her. You can change her name if you like.
Her pelt shines like onyx, her nape, ribs and hips shimmer with a faint, deep blue iridescence. The length of her arms and legs is a shining black, almost metallic, as the bones are covered in scales instead of fur. Each foot is more avian than canine, with three muscular toes that wield large, curved talons. The fur along her top line and chest is long and tufted, silky smooth to the touch, her tail falling in long, untidy tendrils about her hips and hocks. A loose braid arranges the hair along the tailbone, but it is often awry and hardly noticeable. Her cheeks ruffle with soft, small, downy feathers of vibrant malachite, shimmering in a crown of deep viridian. This colour fades, deepening over the back of her neck, submitting to the obsidian of her feathered coat.
Her shape is long, and lithe, with curving spine and high hips, withers roll with each rhythmic step. Her gait is smooth, her movements hypnotic. Ears are soft and thick with feathering at their bases, as are her cheeks in winter. Her neck is long and regal, though she hardly holds it high, and stalks instead with an almost feline kind of grace. Her talons are long, and wickedly sharp, black in colour with double dewclaws that sport a fine curve. Her fur appears untidy, and too long, especially around the nape and collarbone, but it is deceivingly fine and impeccably soft. Her tail is such as well, and instead of being the thick, plush bulk of a more impressive specimen, Scarlets is thin, and uneven, with tendrils void of curl or lustre. Fleecy, gossamer feathers engulf the sides of her neck, lengthening between her withers to become long and smooth as her Feonix bloodline suggests. Small wings round her frame, inept for true flight, they are used more for jumping heights and distances that would otherwise be impossible. Her feathers are rounded and soft, combed for silent movement through the air, like that of an owl. About her ribs, these plush feathers taper down into the fur, adding extra warmth and protection to her tender sides. The long feathers that characterize the feonix cascade from the top of her neck and withers, and adorn her lateral line, with the few that are exceptionally long trailing behind in a delicate, not overly exuberant display.
Her eyes, they bring her to life; for the shine as fierce and hot as embers at the heart of a licking, roiling fire. The colour of blood, her irises seem to swirl as such, and this is where she gets her name. Though not ugly, Scarlet is hardly an exciting sight; a tall, lanky woman of long spine and narrow ribs, a colour no more exciting than that of a common raven. But when she sees you, your own blood rises to the call of such eyes, like brothers; and they are unnervingly beautiful. It is these eyes that catch your breath, that squeeze your lungs and freeze you to the point where you no longer know if you should stay; come ever closer, or run. They are predatory, thirsty eyes, almost vampiric in their stare; so overwhelming are they that all of Scarlets insipidity fades away; and there is nothing else, but you, and her unwavering, ravenous gaze. It is from these eyes that Scarlet gets her name, and so they are her most striking quality.
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Ends March 22, 2016