She was beautiful in the way that natural disasters were beautiful…awesome, terrible, impossible to look away from!
Her body was adorned in tribal attire, obsidian-gold patterns that moved across the fabric like living things.
Her face held a beauty with features so perfect they made perfection seem inadequate. Eyes of pure obsidian that contained depths suggesting she had seen the birth of darkness and found it amusing!
Skin of polished bronze that caught light that didn't exist.
Her dark hair danced with its own wind, moving like countless serpents that had learned to cooperate. In her hands, held with the casual grip of someone who had never needed to grip tightly, was an obsidian club that looked simple until you noticed reality bending around it, trying to get away.
Her face held an expression of tremendous innocence mixed with euphoria…the look of a child who had just discovered candy after a lifetime of vegetables.
