Kvezhrak is a striking, narrow-shouldered fiend whose movements resemble a dancer trying not to wake someone sleeping nearby. Their skin has the matte texture of dark plum velvet, broken by thin silver fissures that pulse faintly whenever they feel genuine affection. Two swept-back horns emerge from behind their ears, ridged like weathered antler, while a long, flexible tail ends in a tuft of pale hair rather than a barb. Their smile is beautiful until it lasts too long. Their eyes are mismatched, one a warm amber and the other a flat, reflective black that shows the viewer's face a few seconds late. They smell faintly of rain on stone and burnt sugar. The unexpected contradiction is their hands: despite their predatory reputation, their palms are calloused and scarred like those of a mason or shepherd.