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From the tangled vines of Gia’s heart, grandest Zenabiel strode forth. The muther of giants. Keeper of deepest wood. A breaker of stone, bone, and slab alike.

Barefoot, statuesque, and burly-armed. Her mane the hue of deepest oak, flowing like darkest water when not tied for the hunt (or carnal sport). Breasts and hind said to dwarf that of twin boulders. Legs that spanned high as the tallest trees in her domain. Eyes white and glinting with the huntresses’ wisdom, and agleam with patient hunger.

(Excerpt from Tomes of Gia - Genesis)

~ O&R

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