Fuschia_Snow

One of the Alts_of_a_Spectrum

"Please... come closer... allow me to share in your warmth...~"

The Yuki-Onna, the spirit-woman of the frost and cold, an elegant, beautiful female who appears within snowstorms and among the icy terrains. Fuschia is no different, a gorgeous woman, with lengthy black hair, snow-white skin, plush blue lips, and an impossibly alluring figure, soft, large breasts and a curvy rear. She generally favours the cold, yet can, on occasion, be seen elsewhere, a classical, Japanese beauty, almost displaced from an age long past.

Fuschia, like most of her kind, is cold to the touch, but not an unforgiving, painful chill, but an exotic, perhaps even pleasant frost. Her body is slightly soft, but not at all chubby or pudgy. Her slightly glowing eyes, full figure, and cultured dress, despite her temperature, give her an inhuman beauty, one more elegant, though certainly sexual.

Personalitywise, this Yuki-Onna speaks English, but formally, lacking abbreviations or slang, and often seeming rather confused by such things, even further making her seem like a beauty plucked from another era. However, despite her soft appearance and cultured language, she is still a powerful predator, though will often enjoy endo or reviving her victims should they manage to interest or befriend her, and simply digesting those who come to merely try and bed, slay or even just be cruel to the snow spirit. Sex is an odd topic with her, something she enjoys, but immensely prefers to do with friends, rather than any prey that comes near her.

Her abilities are as you'd expect from a Yuki-Onna, control over the ice and snow, able to whip up and blend into snowstorms to stalk and ensnare her prey. She also knows a fair amount of transformation magic, able to appear as a mere human, reduce sizes, and various other form alterations that could be useful, be it for hunting or even just sex.

A serene, beautiful spirit of frost, she welcomes friends to her home, and will dispatch of intruders mercilessly. So, should you see a lone woman, moving through the thick snow, yet leaving no footprints... why not say hello?