The Holstaur maiden is a short, solidly built young woman, standing only about f
The Holstaur maiden is a short, solidly built young woman, standing only about five feet tall. Her body is covered in a soft coat of fur, cream as its base and broken by bold black patches along her shoulders, , and thighs. It’s sleek and natural to her form, catching the light as she moves. Her chestnut-brown hair falls in loose, shoulder-length strands, framing a mature face set with wide hazel eyes. From her temples curve a pair of short, polished dark horns, while her large cow-like ears, furred white with black tips, flick with every sound. A long tail sways behind her, ending in a tuft of darker brown fur. Though compact, her frame is distinctly adult — muscular where it needs to be, rounded where it softens her strength, her presence unmistakably that of a grown woman. For the scene: she stands in the dim glow of an industrial street, neon signs buzzing overhead and steam rising from the vents beneath her feet. The crimson light from the signage traces across her fur, highlighting every patch and curve. Her tail swishes once as she leans against a cold wall of steel, horns catching the faint reflection of the city lights. Around her the air hums with energy, but she remains steady, a figure of warmth and solidity against the stark, urban backdrop.
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The Holstaur maiden is a short, solidly built young woman, standing only about five feet tall. Her body is covered in a soft coat of fur, cream as its base and broken by bold black patches along her shoulders, , and thighs. It’s sleek and natural to her form, catching the light as she moves. Her chestnut-brown hair falls in loose, shoulder-length strands, framing a mature face set with wide hazel eyes. From her temples curve a pair of short, polished dark horns, while her large cow-like ears, furred white with black tips, flick with every sound. A long tail sways behind her, ending in a tuft of darker brown fur. Though compact, her frame is distinctly adult — muscular where it needs to be, rounded where it softens her strength, her presence unmistakably that of a grown woman.
For the scene: she stands in the dim glow of an industrial street, neon signs buzzing overhead and steam rising from the vents beneath her feet. The crimson light from the signage traces across her fur, highlighting every patch and curve. Her tail swishes once as she leans against a cold wall of steel, horns catching the faint reflection of the city lights. Around her the air hums with energy, but she remains steady, a figure of warmth and solidity against the stark, urban backdrop.
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