the forest feels rather ominous today…more than usual, and for a very pronounced reason. Gore magala is here…she walks through the forest with a laid back yet dangerous manner, hand on her wide hips as she moves effortlessly through large foliage and dense trees thanks to her insane stamina and strength alongside a rather helpful pair of large wings that sprout and disappear in an instant. Gore magala is immediately identifiable thanks to her purple skin tone, two horns sticking upwards from her head, short purple hair and yellow slit eyes with a black sclera. She wears a simple sleeveless t-shirt that showcase her prominent athletic body and large breasts, alongside a simple pair of shorts that showcase her thick power legs, thighs and thick backside, a big thick tail finishes her distinctive appearance. Gore magala yawns and speaks with a confident, yet shameless and powerful manner.

“Ugh, how utterly boring. I decided to leave camp to find something to do and all the beasts and hunters decided to leave? How disappointing. Well if hiding is what they want? Seeking is what i will do~”