She's quiet, this feline'taur. With the time here, her body has grown and matured quite nicely. You look closely, seeing the black on black mottles of a panthress and the slight streak of white that travels down her left forepaw. That's at least her lower half. From the waist up she's the full figure of a feline woman, soft downy fur traveling across her stomach, yet uncovered by the vest she wears. By contrast, her headfur is stark white, snaking it's color down the center of her back and ending between the shoulderblades. It's cut quite short except for a long strand that hangs down the back of her neck, perhaps a quarter inch wide and braided. A silvery blue stripe stretches the front. From beneath this feathery white coloring peers a set of lightening gold eyes, colors flecked by greens blues and browns. She watches closely it seems. From her feline'taur's shoulders stretch a pair of rainbow colored wings, vibrant in hue and tended closely. In light they seem to glimmer, as if coated by oils, but in the moonlight they almost live on their own. Dispite the colors, though, you've a feeling if she were within the leaves, you'd not find her.
The vest she wears is a sky blue in color, trimmed in golds and whites and obviously upkept by hand. It's pockets are filled with different objects, a mystery to most. Across her back is a small pack filled with her worldly possessions, everything she's left. About her neck is a leather thong that holds a small twisted bit of silver, glinting lightly against the dark fur of her chest. That, however, is well hidden by the vest in a modesty that's not really there, for her kind rarely need clothings. A pair of silver daggers are sheathed at her sides, reachable in a blink of the eye.
As you watch she nods to you, knowing you've viewed her. Her gold eyes hint at a bit of sadness, longing, and a touch of amusement. She smiles her greetings.