Furs and Gold Digging

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                                                                ~*The Body*~
Shape: Personal

Skin: Glam Affair  - Vera - Europa -Clean A

Eye Brows: Glam Affair

Hair Base: Lelutka -  Arctic

Hair: Lelutka - BOUFFANT Tresses+Base - Arctic

Eyes:  IKON  - Promise Eyes - Glass

Eye Lashes:::BB:: Mesh Lashes V.01 (Dollface)  

Hands: Slink - Hands - Casual w/applier

Feet:Slink   Feet- Mid w/applier

Eye Liner: .Pekka. - Vintage Cat eyeliner 3 

~*Accessories*~ 

 Head Dress:~The Library~  Skadi Headdress-Fire @ Fantasy Gacha - Open!!!!

Circlet: BP-Trinitys Wish Tigers Eye-@ Fantasy Gacha - Open!!!!

Necklace:  *OAL*  - Nordic Pendant

Upper Arms & Ankles:  Bracers: [The Forge] Boadicea's Bracelets Gold

Wrist Bracers: Bracers:   [The Forge]  Viking Bracer Left, (Wood) - Gacha Machine at Store Location

Bow: Primus - Akicita Bow

Belt:  [The Forge]  Bayram Belt, Brown/Gold - @ Fantasy Gacha - Open!!!!

~*The Outfit*~

Furs: !gO! gore Carnival -Rare Wolf @  Fantasy Gacha - Open!!!


BTB Quote (Panther Girls):
 And then the first girl tore away her skins and danced in her golden ornaments beneath the huge, wild moons, on the grass of the circle, before the square.
     I could not believe my eyes. I shuddered, fearing such women.
     Then suddenly, to my amazement, Verna cried out in anguish, a wild, moaning, anguished cry, and threw from herself her weapons and tore away her own skins and leaped into the circle, turning, and clawing and crying out like the others. She was not other than they, but first among them! She danced savagely, clad only in her gold and beauty, beneath the moons. She cried out and clawed. Sometimes she bit at another girl or struck at her, if she dared approach the square more closely than she. Writhing, enraged, but fearful, eyes blazing, dancing, they fell back before her.
     She danced first among them, their leader.
     Then, throwing her head back, she screamed, shaking her clenched fists at the moons.
     And then, helplessly, she threw herself to the grass within the square, striking at it, biting and tearing at it, and then she threw herself on her back and, fists clenched, writhed beneath the moons.
Captive of Gor   Book 7   Pages 133