Hashat

Hashat
Information
Full name	Hashat
Species	Half-Marefolk
Gender	Hermaphrodite
Occupation	Spellhammer
Location	Harvest Valley (south)

Hashat is a hermaphroditic half-marefolk spellhammer who can be encountered in the South regions of Harvest Valley, looking for individuals to fight or fuck. She has a particular fondness for elven ladies.

Appearance

Hashat is a half-Marefolk, standing at roughly 6'8" and built like an Amazon warrioress. She has broad hips, toned thighs, full E-cup breasts, strong arms along with a tight, muscular belly and back. Although the sides of her head are shaved, the rest of her long, white hair hands to her mid back in the fashion of a lengthy horse's mane. Dark brown skin stands out in stark contrast to that hair, although it fades to white at the forearms and shins akin to a horse's foot-socks. Intricate white tattoos decorate her shoulders, back, arms, hips and face in the form of interlocking diamonds and swirling lines. Oddly, she has a pair of small horns growing from her forehead coupled with long, pierced equine ears and warm hazel eyes. A long tail of hair just as white as her mane trails down from the base of her spine. Her legs are long, toned and powerful, ending in strong, sturdy hooves instead of feet.

Between thick, muscular legs hangs a fat equine cock. Hashat's dick a ponderous thing; fourteen inches long and a bitchbreaking three inches thick. Its whole girthy mass is a chocolate brown with white tribal tattoos wrapping around the medial ring. The tip is flat and round with a winking hole ready to fountain out the horse girl's virile seed. Right under her cock hangs a pair of meaty, cum churning nuts the size of ripe oranges. A heady, pussy-soaking musk perpetually hangs around those balls to arouse any female into wanting the she-stud's virile spunk. One tight asshole rests between her firm round buttcheeks, right where it belongs.

Hashat is clothed simply, with a leather brassiere holding her breasts back and keeping them protected. Long skirts of leather hang around her hips and down a little past her knees, held up by a series of belts. Over her shoulder she caries a huge stone hammer; the weapon looks as if someone had simply stuck a haft of granite into a block of stone and called it a weapon. Both sides of a hammer's massive head are covered in long lines of a strange runic language.