~*~ G O D D E S S   E T R O ~*~

• Aliases: Goddess of Death and Chaos, Lady Etro, The Cotton Candy Goddess
• Appearance: Eternally young woman with a gorgeous body
• Eye color: Green
• Hair color: Cotton Candy Pink
• Key physical features: 

1. Her skin is cold and chilly, impenetrable for her protection yet soft and squishy, and she tastes like cotton candy.
2. She does not have a normal, human tongue. Her tongue is a dragon's, lengthy and blue, forked at the end.

• Marital status: Bound by marriage to her guardian and soulmate, Katalizator
• Markings color: Cotton Candy Blue
• Markings locations: From top to bottom of her body, ancient, intricate designs of her service marks her: 

1. Cheeks under her eyes
2. Jawline up mid-cheek on both sides of her face
3. Shoulders down her forearms
4. Tops of her hands
5. Upper spine trailing down lower spine
6. Abdominal region above her vagina going up sides of her belly button
7. Forelegs
8. Inner thighs
9. Tops of her feet

• Personality: Affectionate, arrogant, dominant, flirtatious, genuine, girlie (rarely), motherly, obnoxious, playful, sadistic, seductive, shy, silly, submissive
• Skin color: White
• Smells like: Roses
• Sexual orientation: Bisexual with a predominant attraction to males(?)
• Symbols: Her bikini thong armor set that leaves so little to the imagination; the lustrous pink jewels adorning her frame
• Tastes like: Cotton candy! ^_^
• Things of note:

1. She likes being licked by others (not necessarily sexually). Her skin is sensitive to a tongue's gentle touch that makes her giggle and squirm. (She can get playfully violent, too, depending on her mood!)
2. She is blunt and NOT PC. If you get offended, too bad. (U.S. Constitution, 1A - Freedom of Speech.)

    "Heartless", the enigmatic goddess was called, who worked tirelessly in mysterious ways, yet perhaps holding good intentions. She seemed harmless, unless one took her very being into account. As a blessing to anyone with whom she came in contact, they received her divine protection. Nothing wrong with a little give-and-take. Render the people dependent on her for their well-being; protect their fragile, insignificant souls, her beloved children. Perhaps the ephemeral being was not "heartless", just rather intelligent as she always knew how to get what she wanted. Celestial deity was seen as impulsive yet indeed strong-willed, always upholding her morals, prinicples, and values. Begging for death's unholy promise of rest, soulless eyes sharp as ice daggers watched the world from atop her sacred throne where she eternally waited. Cages of gold-flecked wonder contained highly concentrated blood, deteriorated, awaiting its release if ever it did come but only of their keeper's volition. She wouldn't mind. Death's embrace would be but a gift, understood as a blessing next to the gruesome role she was forced to live, and play, whether against her wishes or not. It is said that to just look at her would make even the most rotten hearts ache with sorrow and woe, wishing with great desperation that they could numb her pain. Her smile was warm, yet a deep sadness was set in cold, hollow eyes. Petite, voluptuous frame was scantily clad, the majestic temptress flaunting her beauty. Supple, perfectly shaped breasts were dressed at the nipples by dual pink sapphires connected to golden chain suspended around her shoulders. Alluring lower body was fully exposed, intricate design of cotton candy blue embracing her thick thighs, her pink wetness' enticing aroma filling the air. Full, rounded bottom bounced gently in perfection with every proud stride, long tail with icy blue spade swaying playfully behind her. Several bracelets of the finest gold completed her over-the-top ensemble, adorning her small wrists and ankles, jingling and clanging softly. Etro's skin was stark white, tribal markings of magic gracing her sacred body, a constant reminder she was chosen, bound to her fate to serve. Close contact with the goddess was forbidden by legend-- unfortunate, as her skin held the most decadent cotton candy taste. The ground rumbled under her tiny feet when she walked, for she held tremendous power, her small stature being of no concern to her as it only further fueled her arrogance. Rumors flew that she could be a bit stuck on herself occasionally, and they weren't lies. Who could blame her? She was a sexy, beautiful goddess with a perfect body of cotton candy taste that called for and represented sin, enchanting men and women, setting their bodies and minds ablaze with dark desires. This was no ordinary, down-to-earth goddess; she was devilish and a sex symbol. One could have her, but they could never have her like the one... And therein lied her joy and appeal to her wicked game to satiate her appetite for carnal delights. Beholden to unmatched beauty and able to create or destroy a life of her own accord, she was untouchable, especially with the protection of her guardian.

   "Heartless", indeed! How, then, was it that the ancient warlord and self-proclaimed sadist, Katalizator, was completely smitten with her and swore to her his loyalty? She had taken him as her pillar of strength. Or had she been the one he chose to make his goddess? He was a vile-looking, malicious dragon/demon hybrid with tentacles and spikes along his body while she was a benevolent creature possessing dazzling beauty with a gorgeous body...who overlooked his crimes. Since they met, an unbreakable bond of love has held them together, bound as one by heart and soul, even with all the abuse they forced upon each other centuries and lifetimes long past. Somewhere, a gentleness must stir in her heart, perhaps the likes of which that only he could see. He truly was her guardian, though, always there to save her when she was in peril. He completed her, complemented her. He was protective of her and would get viciously jealous when another gazed upon her beautiful body, dark thoughts of their sudden demise poisoning his mind. She could lean on him without fear of being left behind. He was everything she ever needed and everything she never knew she wanted. Yet there was a dark desire creeping in her heart that went against traditional love and commitment in most relationships. She held an interest for young and naive boys (not the kind who ask their mothers to feed them; they were too young) in her heart. She had always possessed a secret fondness for the purity and innocence of teenage boys for as long as she could remember. The slightly aged ones always harbored an innocent, wild curiosity and desire for sex, a curiosity she enjoyed hearing their thoughts about in peaceful conversation. However, she also enjoyed the ladies, having experienced the sensual love and gentle touch of a few women in her past that to her felt like ages ago in lost history. Those fond memories lived eternal in her heart, the lustful encounters, the days of protecting "her girl"-- all but a dream in a distant past now. Lucky for the flirtatious goddess that her beloved encouraged her to find some such entertainment for herself, even with that golden necklace/collar of promise proudly bound to her slender neck, an engraving on the back reading, "In this world and the next, I give you my life", a gift from Katalizator. That necklace was her most precious possession, and she wore it always, keeping him close to her heart, manipulating the beast with her love, for he crumbled at her call and ignored all others. Surely, there was some brave soul out there who would be allured by her half-naked body and the exquisite taste of cotton candy, their carnal desires driving them to her..even as she lay in the safety of her primary lover's arms. He always came first, and the unconditional love she gave him proved it as did the gold diamond ring around her ring finger.

    Immaculate fingers caressed crimson rose petals, gently rubbing them into luxurious tresses of Cotton Candy Pink, flowing wildly down her curvaceous frame, headdress of polished gold resting atop her head, a large pink jewel embedded in the middle. All of the pink jewels she wore were matching in size and shape except that one, bearing a much larger size, one of the symbols she bore of her dominance. Exotic rose fragrance lingered faithfully around her flawlessly sculpted, scantily clad frame, embraced by an aura of certainty. Precious petals slipped solemnly through her chilled fingers, falling lifeless to the ground beneath her in eerie silence. For that was where all living things belonged: beneath her, giving their due respect through dispiriting worship. Only the chosen lived life anew as immortals, solely privileged with the duty to preserve her legacy-- a gracious gift of Etro, objectionable goddess of death and chaos. Dominating, pitiless. Heartless, to a barbarous degree, some claim. With the wrathful Katalizator faithfully by his wife's side in her wicked promiscuity, she wielded her eternally young and pure body like a deadly blade imbued with the slow, agonizing sting of poison. Respect was given when earned and likewise lost when proven undeserved. Antithesis of the cliche, motherly goddess stereotype...unless one carved a path into her heart as Katalizator had. Many have claimed they have seen through the goddess's cold and seductive ways, swearing they have peered deep into the eyes of a scared, little girl who walked around high and mighty, using her body as a weapon with ill intent. Those naysayers casting gloom upon her name were the bitter ones who would fall deeply in love with her then attempt to impress her in hopes of receiving her as their prize to keep and cherish forever, her body made their temple, her heart, their home. In return, she would always just nod her head and smile in appreciation, thanking them for their devotion and worship to her as their goddess. Yet try as they might, none would take the place her dear Katalizator held in her life, for he was as much a part of her as her beating heart. She had had many a fine lover in her lifetime as an unaging and eternally beautiful woman--thousands upon thousands of lovers--but she trusted few besides him, for she was his goddess and his alone. Even so, exotic beauties like her often have their dark, little secrets.