Dyanne

Alt of Joyeus

Name: Dyanne Sahten

Age:A mere 197 years of existance.

Species: Satanic Demoness

Height: 6'4"

Weight: Wanna add to it?

Appearance: Shining black latex stretched arousingly over the lithe curves of those alluringly crimson toned legs... It's enough to make anyone go weak at the knees and a little damp between the thighs. All that and not even past the waistline yet. says alot for this young demoness's body, doesn't it?

What it doesn't give an impression of though, is that slender tail which sways around her legs. While a tail may be as common as the red skin and the head mounted horns in the popular representation of devils, they don't usually serve as more than a fashion statement, thats one part they got wrong.

The tail's tip, which upon first glance seems nothing more than a solid piece of the tail is actually a concealing cover for the puckered tube of muscle wthin. This tube would normally allow her to consume food or drink while leaving her mouth free for other purposes. Another was the fixed ideals of gender, that one tends to be forgotten once they've seen Dyanne in need of a larger piece of underwear to cover her swaying sac and length after shes decided to go in for a little change of roles.

Personality: Although the usual view of demons is as domineering, hedonistic creatures whom, depending on a mixture of circumstances either turn out to be nymphomaniacs or sadists. they don't take into account cultural differences or even common sense in some of the cases.

For example, in a culture solely fixated upon domination during sexual interactions. it would always turn out to be to be the stronger participent raping the weaker one. Instead of such a violent act being performed everytime a being merely wanted such interaction, they tend to swap betwen dominant and submissive behaviour in most cases.

The sadism is another aspect which is misunderstood, to them pain is merely another sensation to be felt most of the time, being more effected by extremes of temperature and pressure than anything. When such actions as they perform are repeated upon rather less durable human bodies, it tends to be rather more life threatening.

Dyanne, considering the experiances she was put through prior to being ejected from the realm within which she was concieved has adjusted rather well, even if she tends to be an oddly tuned mixture of submissive sexuality and lusty dominence.

Background:

In order to fully understand just how Dyanne is, one must also understand the land which spawned her and the rest of her kind. The realm of Satan is one which, in the views of many humans would be the very definition of hell thanks to the opposing extremes which make up the realm.

Just how the realm came to be created is unknown, although there are various theories going around, with the most wide-spread being the expulsion of the original Satan from Heevan, cast down for standing against the tyranny of the one ruler and forced into the darkness.

These theories also place Satan as being the source of all life within the region, with the souls merely coming as offshoots of his will sealed within a frozen sarcophagus of ice and rock. It was those shoots which broke free and manifested as physical forms to begin the 'colonisation' of the frozen lands, eventually discovering the boundaries of their homeland in the freezing slurry of ice and hail of the river Styx.

The frozen lands which came to be known as the first ring, although not exactly pleasant and even life-threatening to newly freed souls, were relatively stable as long as one could keep their body-heat at a reasonable level, which was no major challenge for any of Satan's kin once their form had stablised. The Styx on the other hand, immersed them upto their armpits in the freezing slurry while pelting what little was above the surface with biting winds and hail.

It was impossible for one to make their way across such a barrier, their kind thrived in heat, not cold. Yet the idea of what might lie past such a obsticle drove the first Satanic spirits on, wrenching stone free from beneath the icey wastes and building a bridge to the second ring.

What greeted the first few there was not the icey torment of their home, but merely a snow covered tundra stretching as far as the eye could see. This wasn't what their wander-lust had wanted though, and so they continued on across the plains. The discovery was made by the Imment Ceryn when the explorers stopped to rest, she ventured ahead to cover just that bit extra before she would rest. She had barely gone four-hundred yards when the ground gave way beneath her feet, her legs sliding through the thin layer of snow and into the strangely soft ground. Her cries managed to draw the attension of the rest of the band of explorers, and by the time they had reached her she had merely sank to her stomach in the thick mire.

This event wouldn't have come to much had not her rescuers taken the time to run through the possible options open to them for freeing their sinking companion. It took them long enough to decide upon a course of action that by the time they had simply passed a rope to Ceryn, she was already armpit deep, just enough for her to notice something. What Ceryn discovered was that the ground warmed up the deeper one got, with her feet being warmer than her waist, after another of the team confirmed just what she was feeling, they took out their shovels and got digging. Beneath the boggy patch of what they thought permafrost, they found a hot spring.

This was the start of the second ring, once the layer of topsoil was removed and a spring freed, the area around it would steadily thaw out as heat was brought to those freezing wastes. In time, what was once little more than tundra near the Styx was transformed into moorlands. Yet this wasn't the only habitat to be found within the second ring.

The further from the Styx one got, the warmer the ring got. It took only a few days constant travel to reach the other side of the ring, but in that time they'd gone from hail pelted moors through to grassy fields, densely packed woods and even a jungle by the time they had reached the boundary to the third ring.

The boundary too the third ring surprisingly wasn't as life-threatening as the inhospitable slush that was the Styx, instead it was a test of any demon's strength and will. Stretching far enough that neither ring could see the other, was a thick pool of bubbling tar and pitch. While this wouldn't kill any demon should they be immersed in it, it was enough to drain the strength of those lesser-willed, every step fighting against the sucking and cling black morass. In spots, there were even holes that could swallow up all but the larger demons without a trace.