RianeTeamora Gudenneau cursed under her breath as she walked along the road. Covered from head to hoof, she kicked at the hem of her dusty, nicely embroidered robe. "Stupid filthy peasants.. Just because I have hooves and horns does not automatically make me a demon!" She hissed to herself. "I could be a female satyr or ....something.. " The tall woman turned and shot a glare back down the road at thew now days distanct village that had run her out.<br/><br/>She sighed and continued walking, lowering her hood this time so the sun could warm her face. Long red tinged brown hair spilled out over her back to the curve of her bottom. Riane's face turned tp the warm light and she basked in it for awhile.<br/><br/>The woman would have looked odd to anyone seeing. Nearly 6' tall, she was slender, with long elegant fingers, graceful limbs and slender curves. Her face was long and oval shaped, with wide brownish red tinged eyes, sculpted cheekbones, shapely nose and an expressive mouth. Her body, as seen through the robe, was nicely shaped. Small firm breasts, a narrow waist, a nicely rounded bottom and hips with long slender legs. Over all, a beautiful young woman. Except for the pair of tiny horns on her forehead, just below the hair line and the hooves where her feet would have been.<br/><br/>The young woman sighed again as the tops of the village, or small town came into view and she raised her hood again, making sure the hem of her robe covered her hooves. The staff she carried thumped lightly on the dirt road as she walked to the town gates. Hoping this was a place she could rest for awhile, and to pray to her god.<br/><br/>That thought made her shiver slightly with a delicious fear/desire. She'd only recently come into .. Hs service a few months ago. A vision in a dream after she'd been run out of a village after a viscious beating that had left her in torn robes and crying. He'd offered power and had shown her how to heal herself, and most importantly, He'd listened to her and gave her a way to shield herself and others from cruelty based on how a person looked...<br/><br/>She shivered again as she approached the gate. It took only a few moments to be passed through and Riane Teamora sighed in relief. Perhaps she could find an inn  to rest in. The temple she would avoid since they were, in her experiance, the main cause of her torment by others, and the fact her god wasn't ... nice.. to most others added to her desire to avoid the temple for now, so the woman headed to an inn.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>