She shifted slightly, her wings and tail idly twitching as she looked down at the town nearest where she had exited the Underdark, and shivered as she remembered why she had fled. Her dark skin was almost completely black, except at certain angles where one could see a tint of red, and she drew her waist length red hair back, slowly tying it in a braid. She was tiny, barely four and a half feet tall, but for her kind, the drow, she was a normal height, though she was far more curvaceous than most of her drow kin, but her dragon blood explained her exotic, even for her people, beauty and extra limbs.<br/><br/>She wore a cloak about her small form, but her clothing underneath was almost ethereal, barely covering her large, firm breasts and wide, full hips. Her lithe build and ripe curves was part of the reason she had fled her native home, giving up her family, religion, and powerful station when she had learned that she was to be given to a male half demon back home. Sadly, she had not fled in time to stop it from raping her, and she was concerned that the half breed might have gotten her with its unnatural get, but she would worry about that later.<br/><br/>She began making her way down the mountain, toward the nearest town, ready to start collecting the nearby areas of power, and see what she could do with a few under her control. She drew her cloak tightly around her, and then pulled the hood up so that only her golden red eyes could be seen as she approached her first conquest.