Name: Mawathra Hornehide
Cup size: B cup (after being inflated and subsequencially deflated due to an experiment D cup)
Weight: 89 pounds
Hair color: Red-orange
Eye color: Green
Skin color: Dark tan
Nipple color: Tan
Likes: Drinking, smoking, mining, humming
Dislikes: Last call, the sun
Bio: It was a warm summer night, crickets chirping their melody as Mawathra emerged from her shire house. Her pale skin glistened in the moonlight as she walked to the well to fetch herself some water. "Oh, it's such a nice night to be a'miner." she sang to herself. Her notes struck a chord with the crickets. They almost began to augment their usual song to her phrasing. Noticing the change that she brought about in the chirping insects melodic song, she continued her improvision. "Goin' ta' dig up some lost thin's or..." she continued, "some gems, or some gold, or a pretty pink bow...Ta give to my sweetheart tonight.".Mawathra finished her song and bowed to the orchestra of crickets. She finished her chore and walked back into her home.
Meanwhile, mere miles away, a horde of drider scouts was on it's march. Pillaging and destroying any and all settlements they came across. "Who dare challenge us?" a loud voice called through the night, "For we are the very darkness no light may penetrate.". An axe was flung toward the source of the voice, it was quickly dodged. "I do!" shouted a gruff grunt standing as tall as the dwarf could. "Aye, and whom would you be?" hissed the general of the abominable horde. "I be Hurseg Hornehide," the bearded colonel, "And I don't permit yeh to cross these lands.". "Try and stop us halfling, or we shall tear you asunder." the general said challenging the dwarf to armed combat. "So be it." the dwarf said gritting his teeth picking up his axe. The two high ranking soldiers charged at each other, weapons in hand.
"Hm, hmhm, hmhm." Mawathra hummed a tune as she washed her fathers clothes. Perched upon a stool, she suddenly heard tempered steels clash. She got up and ran toward the familiar grate of metal. Hiding behind a tree, she saw her father going toe-to-toe with a drider. What was more was that he was winning. The abbarations blades were shattered to pieces, his armor cracked under the punishing blows Hursegs axe was dealing. In her oblivious pursuit of a better view of the battle, she stepped on a twig, alerting the horde to her presence as it snapped. "Grab her!!!" the general hissed at his lackeys, just before a dwarven armor clad fist collided with his nose. "Eeep!!!" Mawathra screamed as one of the arachne soldiers dove at her. She dodged her would be capture just in time to stumble into another of the centaur-like creatures grasp.
The drider general regained what little composure he had, picked up a shard of his black steel blade, and held it to Mawathras neck. "Surrender now, or else this one dies right now, slowly, and intimately." he threatened. "What makes you think I care about her?" Hurseg said trying to hide his concern for his daughter. "Oh, I can tell." the general hissed wiping away blood from his broken nose, "It's the way you look at her. I should think this pretty thing is close to your heart, like a wife, or perhaps... a daughter.". That broke Hurseg. The dwarf broke down realizing his ruse had been upended. "Alright, I surrender." he sobbed, "Now keep your end of the bargain and release her to me.". "Oh, no." the drider chortled cruelly, "I said she wouldn't die right now. Nothing was said of releasing her.". "You...You're monsters!!! The whole lot of ya'!!!" Hurseg shouted tearfully, "You're victorious through deceit only, and have the audacity to call us craven scum!!! Curse you and all your gods!!!". "Aww, there, there. I'll give you a moment to say goodbye." the general said spinning his craven webs around Mawathras hands.
Don't worry daughter of mine," Hurseg whispered to his daughter holding back tears, "I'll find you if it be the last thing I ever do.". "I love you papa." she said unable to hold her tears back. She leaned into her fathers beard and sobbed. The dwarf hugged her tightly and whispered his fare well into her ear. "Hya!" yelled the stationed whipper cracking his whip on the horses rump, causing the carriage transporting Mawathra to be pulled.
Description: Mawathra Hornehide, daughter of Hurseg Hornehide is a dwarf lass with a talent to make up lyrics on the spot. She was captured and used as a bargaining chip to afford victory for a particularly vindictive drider general. Her body was at one point inflated to unnatural proportions. She has since been deflated with residual effects on her body being larger breasts, a more pronounced belly, and a bigger rump.