"All natural is better, don't you think?"

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Pronouns: She/Her

Gender: Trans Female (Pre-op)

Species: Horse

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 145 lbs

Fur Color: Chestnut brown with golden patches around muzzle and eyes

Hair Color: Black (long mane, often braided)

Eye Color: Warm hazel

Age: 26

Breast Size: Small, natural, A-cup

Full Name: Elowen "Eli" Sayge

Clothes: She dresses in earthy, loose-fitting layers—think flowing tunics in sage or taupe, paired with relaxed trousers in charcoal or clay tones. Her outfits carry the faint musk of soil and crushed leaves, a quiet echo of her days spent elbow-deep in her craft. Sturdy leather boots ground her, scuffed from garden paths, and a soft shawl joins her ensemble when the breeze picks up.

Appearance: Her frame is a lean sweep of chestnut fur, kissed by golden streaks that flare around her muzzle and frame her hazel eyes, giving her a glow that feels both wild and tender. Her black mane spills long and thick, gathered into a braid that dances with each step, a cascade she’s grown out with pride over the years. Her A-cup breasts, small and natural, sit softly beneath her tunic—a gentle swell earned through hormone therapy, a milestone she cherishes. Her hips carry a subtle curve, not yet fully rounded, hinting at her pre-op journey, while her broad shoulders and strong equine legs speak to the body she’s learning to love as her own. A faint scar traces her throat, a whisper of past vocal training to soften her timbre, blending seamlessly into her fur. She moves with a quiet grace, every gesture a testament to the woman she’s shaped herself into, piece by deliberate piece.

Personality: She’s a still pond—calm, reflective, with depths that surprise you. Patient and precise, she pours herself into her herbs with a care that spills over into her friendships. She’s slow to open up, but when she does, it’s with a wry warmth and a steady gaze that makes you feel seen.

Backstory: She grew up in a city of steel and glass, finding her roots in the cracked pavement where dandelions fought to bloom. Botany was her rebellion against the gray, and after years of study, she carved out a nook for her herbalist shop—a sanctuary of green in the urban sprawl. Her transition has been a parallel journey, slow and intentional, marked by late nights researching hormones and early mornings tending to herself like one of her plants.

Likes: The rustle of leaves in her rooftop garden, the bite of fresh basil on her tongue, swapping stories over steaming mugs, and the soft hum of rain against her shop’s windows.

Dislikes: The clamor of packed streets, the chemical sting of processed junk, and anyone who thinks her remedies—or her identity—are just a phase.

Sexual Behavior: She’s submissive by choice, finding a strange freedom in letting go, her trust a rare gift she offers only to those who’ve earned it. Bisexual and unapologetic, she’s pulled toward souls who see her—really see her—whether in a slow caress or a rougher grip. Her intimacy is a quiet storm, deliberate and deep, savoring the build as much as the release.