The scenery, drenched in cold light, a tall figure slowly peels herself out of the darkness beyond. A female, as the curves show, about 6'2" tall. Her slow movements have something predatory, a hint of held back power.

Then her face becomes visible. Red eyes gleaming from ebony-colored skin, with white hair and brows. The red of her eyes is slightly dulled by a grey haze, the glance is fascinating, yet warning. The whole expression of her fine, elven features beckons and holds a warning at the same time. There is power in her face, her movements and body, but just enough that it adds to her beauty rather than detracting from it. The powerful tension of a sleeping volcano.
Her thin white brows combined with her mesmerizing eyes, give her a slightly stern look, but the fine nose and slight smile mostly on her lips, turn this into something playful.

Her white hair has a few grey streaks dyed into it. It flows openly and rich down her back, to below her bottom. A wild mane of white and a few grey streaks. Some strands also fall over her forehead. At the upper back of her head, more of her rich hair is tied into a braid, towering the rest of her hair. It likewise flows down her back to unite with the rest.

The pointed ears, uncovered, apart from her built mark her as a drow.

As she steps forward - a movement like the wind before a thunderstorm - her body peels from the darkness. Soft muscles are visible under dark grey skin, giving her belly structure, complementing her female forms. There is not much covering her body.

Originating out of an oval clip below Malabeth's neck, a racy suit spreads down- and slightly outward. Her round breasts are nearly completely shrouded. Below her armpits, the white fabric creeps over her back, holding it in place over her round forms in front. Yet in the middle, a bit of skin is exposed from below the clip, spreading slightly as the suit caresses her breasts. Below them the white layer reduces downwards, leaving a rather thin strand extending towards another oval clip under her lower belly.    

The center of her front is left exposed, only slightly just below the upper clip, but widening to the extend of one palm, maybe even somewhat more just below her breast, staying at that extent to the end of her ribcage and then slowly thinning down again till the also thinning strands of her suit unite in the clip over her loin. The soft form of her ribcage is visible to the eye, the soft curve inwards to her waist, and the shape and structure of her belly and her navel. Her flanks are also completely exposed to the eye, as are slim arms and elegant hands. Hard to believe they carry a warhammer. White laced and fingerless gauntlets cling like a second skin to her hands, reaching barely beyond the wrists.
Not a single strap obscures the sight her sides and hips, except for under her arms. A soft hint of her hipbone is indicated under her flesh, and muscles move playfully. A close look and the right light even shows her ribs very slightly, but as the priestess is not skinny or fragile, no hard traces can be percieved, rather soft curves, only more obvious when she draws in her belly or arches and causes her skin to stretch over the bones.
Her long legs are firm, slim, but not overly so, able to display muscle, as shapely as the rest of her form, harmonizing with the rest of her body. Her feet are naked. A white lace ribbon clings to her left ankle.

From the clip below her neck metal "lightnings" strike out to the sides, keeping a slightly transparent cloak in place over her shoulder and falling down her back.
From the clip on her loin also thin lightnings strike out, keeping a long loin-piece of the white fabric falling between her legs. Another such lane flows down her lower back, under the cape, over her shapely bottom.

Both clips depict a slim, except for her eyes featureless woman with a warhammer in her right hand, swinging downwards, her hair flying wild. Her hand is stretched up, into the sky from where lighting strikes from heavy clouds. Below her the ground displayed is cracked. Looking closer, the eyes can discern heavy rain and ice, and traces of fire on the ground.

As much or little as the suit covers, the thin fabric, in contrast to her ebony skin conveys an idea of nakedness and Malabeth does not seem to care at all about it. Her proud glance does not falter, her sure movements do not stop, even when eyes fall upon her form and linger.

Ignoring the warnings comes with a high risk....