A visage of purity. Monochrome beauty draped in a technicolor dream coat that was in the form of silken, stainglassed, rainbow wings upon her back. A shroud of black framed her wolfish face, a smile often tugging up the corners of her mouth. Molten silver eyes looked about the world around her, slight intrigue sparking in their depths. The Faenine was a creature of magic and it could almost be felt when she walked into a room, exuding that mystical aura, laced with something more than just benevolence. A mind of depravity.
Here stood a creature of confidence and regality. He was an example of jeweled drake high society. As draconic feet carried him, opal talons clicking upon hard floors. Opal spiked tail was careful not to hit anyone in his passing. Obsidian colored skin gave to iridescent black scales, shimmering in subtle rainbows as they caught the light. Long, straight hair had an opalescent hue to it, having different colors to it. A proud smirk adorned his lips and a dark glint hinted his eyes. What was a prince doing so far from home?
Finery and whimsy wrapped up in one male. The snowy lion leopard had an air of arrogance and mystery around him. A smirk on his lips his yellow-green rimmed blue eyes looking upon the world around him, flecked with deep intellect. Tall and lean, hidden strength in the taut sinew beneath his speckled, mauve grey fur. When he spoke, the richest voice escaped him, soaked in bourbon, dipped in honey, laced in the barest of Russian accents. The feline moved with the grace only those might see in someone who was born to dance. A man of great taste, he wore fine trousers and button up shirts, but sometimes, one may catch him in the garb of his gypsy kin. Merchant of apothecary goods he made himself and they were so good, people just kept coming back for more.
A tall, dark drink of a wolfish man. And by tall, certainly one meant gigantic. Standing at a height of seven feet and one inch, he was a towering creature, one might even go as far to say brute, but how wrong they were. A gentle male, but not without his strength. Usually found in work vest covered in tools with a matching armband that was very much the same on his left forearm. The "dogodile" greeted everyone with a small smile.