Archetypical to Myshemd feydragons, Phet'knis is a thill dark in both complexion and demeanour. Likewise, she is in size no greater than a red fox and bares wings, ones seemingly sporadic in their coating of feathers. Her lean body is tipped by a curiously dark, emerald-black fire. All things considered, she meets the standards of the mysterious and provocative Myshemd.
After death, Phet intends on becoming Ramath-lehi's most beautiful fur coat. Maybe one the stars will wear. The licks of fur on her body is truly something worth admiration -- swarthy and well-kept, it regards much like an oil spill. The colours are inconsistent and, often times, are invisible to the eye unless licked by sunlight. When visible, it's a concoction of violets, deep blues, smouldering greys, with an ever shimmering hint of peacock green, all of which swim with ease over a lethal body. Her frame itself holds the lines of slender muscle. Like a big cat, her actions are confined to mostly springing and short distance pursuit. Thus, her build is strong but deceptively sleek.
Complimenting her opalescent coat is a generous mane, one that tickles along the entire length of her spine. Beginning as a dark wash of blackish-blue, the tendrils' dark colouration bleeds into a startling mustard yellow -- the same untainted chroma as her eyes. While the most of her body follows suit with the heavy ink cast of her pelage her wings are lined (similarly to a hawk) and mottled by the same stark yellow.
Her wings are a bit large for her size, but enable her to fly with great ease. However, unless they are in use, these wings are kept dramatically smaller through the use of magic.
To honour her beliefs she, like many of her kind, is paired with tattoos. One evident marking brands the upper arch of her left wing. It is the brand of Iastlatec and it swims whimsically with Fromina's power in spirals and loops. This primary brand seems contradictory to the femme's demeanour though push passed her initial attitude and it is clear to see it's relevance. A secondary marking interrupts the run of her pelt but it is not one often viewed as it sits along Phet's inner thighs. While the tattoo itself is fairly small it is likely to acquire ample amounts of attention for it's the mark of Kythlekh. Phet'knis never speaks openly about it, let alone allow it to come into other's sight. For the most part it's a mystery.
The only other notable attribute that defines the dragon's looks are her horns. They are not markedly feydragon features -- instead, they are infrequent occurences in the Knis gene pool, simple but bizarre mutations that have won her family quite a deal of shame. The protrusions jut from her brow high atop her head among the tangles of her mane. Not perfectly straight, their growth moves forward providing Phet'knis with well-angled weapons. Although natural, the pair sometimes appear to be sharper than the day before. Hell, it's not unlikely that they're slicked in poison.
Phet's only recently become more acquainted with 'civilization' and thus still holds the innocence of a rural dwelling. When bipedal she clothes herself strangely, and at times, this brings her a bit of unwanted attention. Wanting to learn, but unmotivated, she simply tries her best to avoid the more urbanized areas of Ramath-Lehi. She is, however, the first of her close family to begin a 'concrete' exploration and she sticks to this fact with pride.
It is to note that as a result of being, for the most part, quadrupedal, Phet'knis' body isn't very voluptuous. It's more sleek and trim than anything else. When erect she is a mere 3'5" tall, as fit for feydragons.
Often described as ruthless, Phet'knis is definitely not the sweetest (or sanest) girl on your block. It is untrue to say that she lacks any sort of direction or morality, merely the depth of her interest in abiding to everyday rhythms isn't very strong. Her understanding of societal norms isn't completely incorrect but it is, at times, simply lacking. Knowing this, it is easy to see why Phet's ability to communicate with others is anything but fluid. Often instead of giving sincere contribution to talks she offers her snide remarks and senseless banter. Mostly the bitterness isn't intended but, instead, is the residue of her self-frustration about her lack of social grace. This attitude has led to others believing the feydragon is cruel and disenchanted... and it's partially true.
When something piques Phet's interest, however, it's a very different story. Tones soften, phrases fit, and emotions other than the cold and disheartening take appearance. If speaking to a stranger of interest her words will still spill awkwardly. This jumbled speech tends to let up once Phet's in a place of security. Thus few people take her in companionship, because a worthwhile and tangible relationship often seems beyond reach or hardly worth the effort.
Last to be said... Phet has an uninhibited interest in the afterlife. Her curiosity about the subject can send shivers up the spines of many, for what she does to investigate death is sometimes without borders. Although historically her sanity has been in question Phet explorations are sheer, albeit twisted, innocence. So while her actions are questionable and, at times, harsh, she is mostly neutral in alignment.
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Phet is a learning taxidermist. Her works do not resemble traditional taxidermy in any means, and can be best defined as 'rogue taxidermy'. To see what her work resembles, visit here. Please not this site is not suited for every audience and contains some graphic imagery.
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