Translations:Shalin Shaman/3/en

From the waist up, she is almost shockingly human. Only her long, feathery ears and arms covered in more ruddy plumage mark her out as any different. There are her yellow eyes you suppose, filled with a fury bordering on the divine; few women you know of would go bare-breasted and daub themselves in blue dye also. She has short, messy red hair in keeping with her plumage, and pale skin. The pretty, pert softness on her chest is maybe a B cup by human standards. She is lithe and clearly quite fit, fit enough to carry and fire the scrap-built crossbow in her hands. The ugly, ingenious thing has a fiber-cable string and its bolts, slung in a quiver over her back, are fletched with her own feathers. Attached to a belt around her fetchingly svelte waist are a cluster of stoppered bottles and charms, fashioned from clay and badlands clink.