Lyth - Description

Stands a good seven feet, Lyth does, weighing enough to carry, support or otherwise tolerate 'on top'. It has a terribly normal human facade, smooth and pressed into an all-too-dull set of smooth features, common amongst the general civilized human aesthetic. A long veil of hair slides down like a prismatic stream, a spectacular display of vibrant colors shrouding its features with the occational sway. The back of its mane is not as long, in fact, it would seem Lyth's style is in complete reverse.

It has a chest, of course, a slim front with little to display, although there are peculiar signs of previous bloating along Lyth's breasts in the form of a very subtle wrinkle. A scaly texture consumes its back, but its front, presumably an extended underbelly, is soft and pink.

Tails, lots of them, various different animals swaying from where only one should originate. A pearl feline end with a violent slice of black, a thick draconic marked red with a fat spade, a scruffy brush of a dog's wagger, a horse's black tassle, and more. . . They writhe and display themselves on a whim, playing an eternal game of hide-and-seek with themselves.

Lyth wears clothes, concealing the all-important sexual definitions with a large jet loincloth, a whole roll of fabric draped over hir pelvic region like a window to an intimate suite. Nothing actually reflects; just empty, frightened darkness.