a vision of quiet divinity, draped in a pelt that mirrors the sacred halls of an ancient temple— soft alabaster, kissed with hues of warm gold and pale sand. her fur flows like ceremonial robes, thick around her neck and shoulders, lending her an air of quiet reverence. dark-lined eyes, half-lidded and knowing, hold the weight of silent wisdom. each step is measured, each movement quiet, as if she walks sacred ground. markings are delicate, like etchings on holy relics, soft cream and tawny blending seamlessly. her tail is long and feathered, trailing behind her like the end of a priestess’s cloak. she carries no aggression, only quiet authority, her presence commanding without force.
scars not pictured: weaning teet marks hidden beneath her lower belly furs; traipsing thigh scars.
VOICE — ( ) deep, resonant, and dripping with sorrowful reverence, low and velvety, each word drawn out like a solemn chant.

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