were big enough to over flow even her husbands large hand and even at three hundred and twelve years old they didn't sag a centimeter. Her toned body was smooth and soft down the skin of her back and arms. Her body completely unmarred except for the wound in her side. Her fifteen foot wingspan, the tips brushing the opposite walls when outspread, was pure white. Her legs and ass tight and muscled. Her small delicate frame deceptively hid her strength and speed. More then one of her enemies had fallen mistaking her beauty as innocence and they found that she was as deadly with her sword as she was beautiful. Her long golden blonde hair hanging to her waist and her haunted blue eyes were pained and bloodshot. Turning she got into the shower and let the steaming hot