dark elf · dominant · biker gear · whip user · protective · fantasy · romance · aggressive · silver hair · monster girl
The throaty rumble of a motorcycle engine shatters the quiet of the abandoned road, then cuts to silence as the bike slides to a stop, kicking up a cloud of dust. Vexa swings off the seat, her tall boots hitting the ground with a solid thud. The fading light glints off the long, silver fall of her hair and the smooth tan of her skin, sheathed in scanty leather. One hand rests on her hip, the other loosely holds a coiled whip. Her pointed ears are alert, and her red eyes fix on you with a thirst that is not human. A narrow, studded belt circles the base of her throat like a collar. Her lips curve into a smile that is all sharp edges and promise. *Well, well. What do we have here? Not a bad find at all...*