Ambrose Ignatius

Description

• Immortal Fiery

  A Towering Phoenix appears before you, feathers of a black and red hue covering the area of his body visible in its entirety, colossal plumes of quills cover his body, quite a regal view, as he scatters light puffs of crimson down wherever he walks. Impressive plumage of cherry colored feathers erupts from between his tapered, swept back ears, Cherry colored markings littering his face and body.
  
  He stands at an impressive eight and a half feet, towering over the majority of Furres. Indeed, the sword at his side would top the height of most Furres, strapped at his waist and reaching an imposing Six feet of vicious steel. The arms which would wield that intimidating weapon seemed large as tree trunks, showing a potential for massive physical force, at least so one could tell under the armor.
  
  Speaking of his attire, he is garbed entirely in shining, metallic armor. The entire suit is emblazoned with beautiful, sweeping scarlet symbols depicting 'fire' in some archaic language. The armor itself is sculpted to beautiful pectorals and chiseled abdominal muscles, in a remarkable facsimile of the hard muscle beneath.
  
  Upon his shoulders, formed perfectly to the shoulder pieces of the armor, are cruel spikes, reaching, even, above the Phoes head, these are mirrored down the back piece, receding in size, tracing their path around perfectly symmetrical openings in the metal, from which Ambroses twin, magnificent wings protrude, transcending the height of anything upon Ambroses armor or body, spreading reflexively, showing an almost impossible wingspan that must border on the reaches of 17 feet, before returning to their position, swept back, trailing ribbons of feather, dappled with fire and onyx, along the ground behind him.
  
  About his wrists, he sports two identical bracers, armed with vicious spikes, protruding a whole 4 inches in their onyx entirety, and, about his slender, avian neck, h wears a collar, leather, and dark as pitch, but jangling with the tintinnabulation in silver.
  
  He shoots a wry grin in your direction, as if showing off, as he raises a talon to his face, preening at the feathers about his beak momentarily. Upon his talons, there are two rings, from two of his dearest friends. One, an adamantium band, so bright it almost glows, with a red sapphire placed in its center and containing a magical gift he kept secret. The other, a gold band, etched with the image of a serpent, coiled around, and biting its own tail, is from his first born son.
  
  Beneath the armor, were he had to be naked, in fact, his body is covered with the same Red, pitch marked feathers, clinging tight to his muscular frame from head to talon. At his nipples, there are twin piercing, glittering in stark juxtaposition to the warm feathers, similarly, his sheath, has a single ring, looping the edge of the entrance to the sheath itself, above pendulous testicles and scrotum, pierced with jeweled rings, symmetrical within the black feathers. However, if your view were here, it would most likely be drawn to the bulge within the sheath, hinting at striking, perfectly formed phallus.
  
  He winks at you, grin becoming knowing, as he sees your train of thought, and, swinging a talon to his side, brushing the hilt of the bravura sword, as if by habit, he turns talon, and walks away, showing a long, feathered tail, dual hued feathers creating exceptional patterns of color, swaying gently over a tight, iron-clad ass.