The Sphynx hybrid had been strolling about the town in her fairly human-oid form. Savari stands at five feet ten inches approximately with legs that account for most of her height and a slender torso growing into a large bust as well as willowy arms with the strength to snap bone like kindling. Her skin is a lightly tanned color, she never burns nor scars. A long tail like that of a lion snakes out like a serpent, with a mind of it's own and a tuft of onyx hair at the tip. The same hue of blue black locks fall in a straight sheet in the traditional style of a wig something near to what Cleopatra has been seen with, an angled cut that is cropped just below her earlobes. Her features are fine and chiselled like something from a depiction of a goddess. Two blazing eyes, similar to a feline's in that they've vertical pupils and are deep like pools of liquid gold. Savari's lips are full and are of a deep carmine hue, when parted they reveal a set of stark white teeth, again... like those of a large feline. She possesses slightly pointed ears, pierced with a few golden hoops. Her throat is slender and long, sweeping into fairly broad shoulders to which either is attached a long arm tapering into a hand with lengthy digits and even longer claws. In this, humanoid form, the talons do not retract but can elongate at will. If broken or chipped, they immediately regenerate along with a more standing strength. Rotund breasts are quite large for a creature of her build, but nonetheless what is a seductive demoness without a seductive form? Her stomach is flat and the definition is quite viewable. Her body flares into shapely hips that spawn the long and muscled legs of the female. She has no modesty and therefore isn't ashamed to go without clothing, which she does.
But not today, over her immaculate form she wore a simple cloak of the darkest onyx. The cloak concealed her flesh enough to not have too many stares, but not enough to be modest. She had cut the cloak with the help of her nails, cropping it until it hung just below her knees. Her tail wrapping about and it's tip flicking thoughtfully as she padded through she streets.
Coming upon an abandoned cathedral, she gave it no notice until the sweet scent of blood filtered into her nose. Her lips parted to reveal pointed fangs and she altered her course and entered.
Savari was a curious being by nature, being that she was part Sphynx. She slunk through the empty rows, coming upon one of the large stains of blood and touching it. To her dismay, it was dry and therefore unpure. She hissed her annoyance and pinned her pointed ears. The golden hoops in each jingling. She heard noise from up somewhere and cocked her head to listen...
