She is, with no doubt, something beautiful.
Thick, luxurious gray-blue fur invites those who see it to snuggle close. Long, delicate antennae gracefully arc behind her light and thin head, nose tapering to almost a point in balance of them. A thin, supple neck curves and attaches to feminine shoulders, slinking down to a snow-white chest and slender belly. Her lithe body is kept afloat by long, fragile-looking legs. A gossamer-furred tail tops off the doe's physique, enticing as it waves or curls naturally over her thin hips. Tiny hooves caress the ground. A doe.
Deep green eyes peer from behind long, dark eyelashes.
Behind them... that is where you find the contrast.
A predator lives behind the eyes of the prey. It gnashes sharp teeth, mouth open in a scream with blackened lips pulled back in a snarl. Claws slash, turning to ribbons whatever they touch. A lust for blood and flesh, for suffering, for the last gasps of life's breath out of her victims. A puma.
She is untouched beauty, a cruel beastie within.
Kaybee.
