Shadow Jackal
A huge inky black tenebrous mass, this creature barely reflects any light at all, seeming instead to draw it in with only the slightest hint of sheen, as if a last cry before falling into a black hole. It is a standing silhouette, a shadow, solid darkness wrought in a third dimension. As such, it casts no shadow, as it already is one. Only teeth and eyes seem anything but black, and only her eyes show any colour.
It is more than just a mass of blackness though, as it seems to have a consistent shape and form. In fact, despite its size, fine details exist though largely obscured from a simple glance. It is evident that the shape is that of a jackal, and perhaps even the species may be discernible, as along her back the shadow wisps out and draws a fair bit more sheen than the remainder of the shadow's form.
Even gender seems to be discernibly female in this odd state of being, hints at the hips and bosom, from front or profile depending. Her tail is long and wispy, curling back and generally always slowly moving, drawn out a few feet behind her. Its not entirely solid in and of itself either, breaking into little wisps from a central shaft along the length. She appears to have hair of sorts, short spikes that trail far between her tall ears and along the back of her neck.
Tall ears draw further than they ought, extending the shadow jackal's height to perhaps nine feet, more if she wasn't bent with a feral curl to her. Her arms seem longer than they ought to be as well, her huge hands curl back, her fingers naturally curl up to her palms, claws seemingly solid looking - and if the shadow didn't look vaguely ill defined at times, they could appear dangerously sharp.
Though bent at her haunch and legs the whole of her body looks strong. But for her height she's a drawn out creature, lengthy and thin, and despite being a shadow she yet appears to have mass and consequence to her step. Noticeably, her huge toeclaws scrape against the ground when she walks, leaving dark lines which fade in time, leaving minor scars if the flooring is too weak.
Dull blue-grey eyes break the intense blackness of this form, nearly round, somewhat ill defined around the edges. Among the somber pitch of her form they seem surprisingly sharp and intense. If her lips should part nothing but teeth can be seen, no tongue or other features, stark whiteness amidst the soot. The teeth seem too much for a Jackal's muzzle, long, interlocking, bending spikes of sorts. When drawn against them, her lips appear rather solid, and of course, utterly black.
Nearly six feet tall, not including her ears, this canid would be rather imposing if not for being nearly ethereal in frame. She'd be boyish if her features were taken on each own's merit, but because she's so drawn out, the otherwise narrow hips and small chest look larger on her frame than they really are. Short fur doesn't do much to obscure her features either, revealing the musculature below, which ultimately makes her look athletic rather than anemic.
Her canid form already hints to her species, but the fur confirms it. Mottled black and silver covers the whole of her back, drawing over her shoulders nearly to her front - she's a black or silver backed jackal. Along her sides the swaths of black and silver fur meet sharply against the nearly achromatic grey/tawny that lightens along her relative underbelly. The mottled fur trails down the back of her legs a bit, and down her arms nearly to her elbows as well.
An active tail is covered in silver and black at the top, but tapers off to a pure black by the tip, and even shows a little tawny along the underside near the base. Her fur grows nearly white above and below her eyes, forming a brow which carries expression well. Her long slender muzzle is that same near white along the sides and under, onto her chest, while the top is a darker tawny. Black whiskers contrast along the way, meeting up with similarly black lips and canine nose.
Nearly round eyes are made to look longer by natural black liner as well, though more expression might be found in dull blue/grey iris' and large black pupils. Large ears are filled with wispy white fur and velvet, all tawny around back, and are the only place her blush will show through. Along the right are three stud earrings, along the left are two, both on the outer edge. Her hair rests wholly between her ears, somewhat short and spiky (without being gelled or the like), black and silver just like her backfur. It drapes somewhat forward, providing short bangs.
If you know your history, she seems to be having fun with older styles at the present. She's adopted the Masculine Silhouette of the 1920s, which works well with her fit body. Her clothing is simple, geometric, comfortable, and obscures her light features further, making her look almost boyish, as was the style. She dons a short skirt, off white in base colour, interrupted by thick thick stripes at the very top and bottom, and two close ones running along the front.
After being interrupted by a white belt, those stripes continue up onto her blouse, both rounding off at the neckline and proceeding to hook together at her back. The short sleeves of her blouse also end with the same stripes, and all of the clothing is somewhat baggy, and not trimmed to fit form, adding to the androgyny. Blunt tipped black high heels finish off the ensemble, which wrap back around at her ankles while leaving the top of her plantigrade feet exposed and raise her height by another inch or so with thick rubbery square heels.
Six foot something, furless, shining latex, only outshined by metal rings, connectors, jacks, and equipment, this ethereally framed jackal is obviously, screamingly a toy in everything from looks to her range of valid movement. Her round blue-covered eyes are unblinking, unfocusing, her red lipped smile forever, everything to her seemingly inorganic at the surface, from her coloured latex-skin to even her black rubber covered teeth and her red latex tongue.
She's plainly a jackal, even if she is a toy as well - the pointed ears, the dull if pink rubber/plastic claws which extend down to the bone solidly, the whiplike tail of the Egyptian variety, and the black(back) and white(front) base coat of latex which provides a simplified context of a black-backed variety. The black and white are interrupted by large canary-yellow bands from right shoulder down towards hip, a number of which when in partnership with her twin sister-model form a perfect chevron between the two of them. Across the right cheek of her rump is a large barcode, pattern, and lettering below: ToyA/1 Ataxia/Lupe [serialnumber] Please Use Liberally.
Slender latex muzzle and forever open blue unmoving eyes, a face with a forever smile and makeup in her latex skin itself, expressive red lips always serene and happy, tall multi-studded ears thickened by latex, the jackal's face is perfect in its own right. Her teeth either are black rubber, or are coated by it, bright red tongue glistening amongst it all with a coat of liquid latex, her entire salvatory system seeming to posses the synthetic substance, produce it even. The right ear contains a tag, which reads: ToyA/1, Ataxia/Lupe, Property of Toy1/A, Lupe/Ataxia. If lost, please return to owner after fucking.
Her body is drawn waspish by a diamond bustier, proper corset, latex tracing the roses and vine patterns tightly, leaving distinct lines and colours over the her pure white underbelly - its unclear if this is a part of her very being, or not, but it seems adjustable. Its not so high as to cover her nipples, which are pierced and covered by large silver dollar sized metal caps, peaked high, holding her forever erect below, the metal ultimately a part of her as the latex coils around its edges tightly, held to flesh. Above her now perhaps D cupped perfectly taut busom, huge on her narrow frame, another silver dollar sized circle of metal interrupts her flesh, embedded deeply in bone of her sternum, a large ring rising from it for a very solid hookup.
Along her back, drilled into three vertebrae, one low, middle, and high, rest large hookup jacks, bits of silver in a sea of black. Under close inspection, every vertebrae seems to have a jack, but they're less prominent than the big three. Behind her head is the largest jack, which seems to extend some distance into her skull. Her wrists are pierced straight through with a thick metal ring to each on top, the connections nearly as solid as the ring on her chest. The thick red gloves she wears stop just before the rings, and at the tip of her fingers, to let the pink rubber-plastic claws harmlessly through.
Knee high ballet boots extend her height some way, gloss skin tight latex that's cut out to expose her pretty little toes and their pink claws, all pierced through behind her huge Achilles tendon, however hidden it mostly is. Thick rings rest on front and back, as firm as any other, especially given her boots grafted on nature. Her sex is utterly bare, utterly perfect, _almost_ inconspicuous by its perfection and solid colour through and through. Everything about her surface is firm, but yielding, shiny, slick, easy - the jackal is clearly, plainly a toy, in sight and in mechanical motion, one blatantly begging to be used, even without saying a word.
Roughly six feet tall excluding ears, this canid may be imposing except for her ethereal frame. Her narrow features would be boyish if the curves were not so imposing on such a slight body. Short fur doesn't obscure the features either, revealing musculature and angles which make her more athletic than anemic in appearance. The fur confirms her species, mottled black and silver back which curls above her shoulders to the front plainly pegs her as a Black Backed Jackal, if her angularity had not. Achromatic fur lightens along her relative underbelly, and the mottled black and silver touches between her legs, along the top of her tail to pure black at the tip, and down the top of her arms to her elbows.
Above and below her eyes her fur grows a pure white, forming a brow which carries her expressions strongly. Her long slender muzzle is nearly the same white along the sides and under, which dips onto her chest, while the top is a dark gray. Black whiskers add further contrast, meeting with similarly black lips and canine nose. Her dull blue eyes are made to look longer by a natural black liner, and her ears contrast with much of it by being filled with white along the insides and black behind, purity amidst her forward bobbed spiky black and silver mottled headfur.
Presently, she's wearing an all black cloth uniform, elaborate yet strong and unflourished, and ultimately designed to be quite striking. Her top consists of a dark gray blouse and black tie, at base. Most of this goes unseen, though, by the thick jacket she wears. Its cloth as well, but very thick without being bulky, ensuring her narrow form is well represented below. The jacket naturally rests just below her waist, is parted by a deep falling collar and very broad lapels worn folded back and open, left front fastened over the right nearly to the length of her torso with front edge slanting back towards the center of the body. The exposed inside seems to be a soft fleece of sorts.
White metal buttons keep her jacket closed, and the hold the thick cuffs up from her hands. The collar of the jacket, forward, has rank - a silver eagle, Art Deco style, on each - insignia of a captain. On the side of her arms, a four barred chevron with star below on each side, further reinforcing this fact. Beyond her cuffs, she wears tight black gloves, dull enough that its not clear if the material is a leather or a cloth, but certainly not her bare fur. Visible from below her jacket is a black leather belt, with dark metal buckle, plain and square to go with her overall angular features.
She wears perfectly black trousers, of straight, loose outline, worn over the normal knee-length black leather boots. They're gathered above the ankle, giving a deep "pull-down" effect; there are two slanting side pockets on the front of the hips, with button flaps, a small fob pocket and two rear hip pockets. External belt loops hold in the thick black leather, and keep her lines pretty much perfect, though she bends and curves just like any proper girl might. Still, what she wears tends to place her as an authority, a uniform always expressing a hint of formality without being actually formal and over adorned. She's crisp, stark, and made further imposing looking by the white metal on black, the faint outlines and strong angles which make her slight form appear formidable.
Pink latex two piece suit! Ataxia is wearing what appears to be a Nurse's uniform, buttoned along front for both top and bottom.
The top presses tightly along her already confined and reshaped body, but hides her far better than the corset below. A thick collar with white inside rests around her neck, open along front but buttoned right up to her neck otherwise. Thick silver buttons snap on or off from that point down, drawing little points where latex is drawn in tighter against the flesh below. Above her left breast is a large white cross, within which is written horizontally, 'ToyA1/Ataxia-Lupe', and vertically 'Nurse', in pink lettering. There's a hint of sleaves, enough to cover her shoulders, but nothing more, white along the edges like the collar, and white at the bottom of the top.
The skirt below doesn't billow out at all - it simply follows the curves of her hips, not even making it past her thighs. It too is buttoned along front, easily opened, but held together by a white belt where it meets her top. Its solid all the way around past the front except for a hole for her tail, which fits seemingly seamlessly. Thick white leggings draw up past her knees, accentuating the length of her legs down to high heeled shoes, the front of her feet exposed, at a nearly forward angle as she's forced to more or less walk on her toes. The heels themselves are thick, and straps around her ankles keep them perfectly in place, something actually hooked through her body at her Achilles tendon if one looks close enough.
She's adorned with a hat with a large medical cross on front, a sheild of sorts which rests between her ears, reading, "Toy Factory Medical Corps" in parody of the SMC. A large parody of a hypodermic needle is carried, at least three feet long from tip to handle, with TFMC similarly on the side. Though it narrows for the last foot of it, its still to thick to ever peirce anything straight through flesh - instead, its phallic, pure and simple, but undeniably cock shaped.