the Did You Know When a Male Honeybee Climaxes, His Testicles Explode Ksanare Epolos
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It’s hard to really look passed some physical, um, abnormalities, and see the true inner beauty of a person. This sweet Ksanare does have the benefit of requiring a double take before someone is sure that they saw everything correctly, but she does suffer from abnormal cases of staring and shrugging.
Perhaps six legs isn’t that unusual on Planet. She sports a second set of cloven hooves on her abdomen, giving it a very unusual centaur like appearance. It’s not that uncommon for her to actually try to support her entire body on just those back legs, using her front paws to their full effect for gesticulating wildly while she talks. Unfortunately her neck and chest weigh too much for her to run like this, or even walk for long periods of time.
This proves useful, as while she loves to chat, she does find herself at a loss for words quite often. “Like I can’t even…” Paws flail wildly, as if the implications are far more useful than any real description that she just can’t even.
She has a very difficult time realizing when someone doesn’t want to talk to her, because quite frankly, why wouldn’t they? She’s full to the brim of useless information, the stupidest little snippets she found in a book here or a magazine here, and dammit they just need to be shared! She loves snooping into other people’s business and being a general gossip, though she does have the good graces to change names in her tales to other people. It’s garnered her quite the reputation for lying, actually, since no one's sure who the heck the stories are even about anymore.
Perhaps the true reason for her desire to talk and talk and talk, is because the best atmosphere for conversation are little cafe’s over a cup of coffee and a snack. Which she will then steal. She is always hungry, to the point of thievery, and no snack is claimed (no not even licking it will stop her). Her belly never grumbles, but she generally feels as if she’s on empty.
If you ignore the limbs, she’s a rather unassuming Ksanare. Tan all over with fades of white on her chin and little white socks on all her feet. The tips of her ears have elongated hairs in black, along with delightful cat eye style black markings surrounding her lovely golden eyes and sweeping down to her black nose.
It’s hard to really look passed some physical, um, abnormalities, and see the true inner beauty of a person. This sweet Ksanare does have the benefit of requiring a double take before someone is sure that they saw everything correctly, but she does suffer from abnormal cases of staring and shrugging.
Perhaps six legs isn’t that unusual on Planet. She sports a second set of cloven hooves on her abdomen, giving it a very unusual centaur like appearance. It’s not that uncommon for her to actually try to support her entire body on just those back legs, using her front paws to their full effect for gesticulating wildly while she talks. Unfortunately her neck and chest weigh too much for her to run like this, or even walk for long periods of time.
This proves useful, as while she loves to chat, she does find herself at a loss for words quite often. “Like I can’t even…” Paws flail wildly, as if the implications are far more useful than any real description that she just can’t even.
She has a very difficult time realizing when someone doesn’t want to talk to her, because quite frankly, why wouldn’t they? She’s full to the brim of useless information, the stupidest little snippets she found in a book here or a magazine here, and dammit they just need to be shared! She loves snooping into other people’s business and being a general gossip, though she does have the good graces to change names in her tales to other people. It’s garnered her quite the reputation for lying, actually, since no one's sure who the heck the stories are even about anymore.
Perhaps the true reason for her desire to talk and talk and talk, is because the best atmosphere for conversation are little cafe’s over a cup of coffee and a snack. Which she will then steal. She is always hungry, to the point of thievery, and no snack is claimed (no not even licking it will stop her). Her belly never grumbles, but she generally feels as if she’s on empty.
If you ignore the limbs, she’s a rather unassuming Ksanare. Tan all over with fades of white on her chin and little white socks on all her feet. The tips of her ears have elongated hairs in black, along with delightful cat eye style black markings surrounding her lovely golden eyes and sweeping down to her black nose.