Bronze Elf

A remarkable example of female elfinhood stands before you.  At an easy six feet and eight inches tall, her statuesque physique is just as noteworthy as her height, an admixture of stamina, raw power, and ample fertility rippling and swaying under bronzed skin.  The metaphor is only a short distance from literal.  Despite being flesh and blood, her skin has a luster and shine not unlike burnished metal.  Too, her hair resembles strands of gold and copper in a weave resembling dirty blonde on a more metallic scale.  And yet, despite it all, she's clearly elven flesh and blood, magical perhaps, but very organic.  Her hair flows in cascades around her scalp, over her shoulders, and down the flow of her proud back to tickle her backside.  Shimmering strands twine, and curl, and twist across her brow and cheeks in a tousle that looks artfully arranged to frame the lengthened tips of conch-shaped ears that seem to peer shyly from gold-copper nests.  Despite her imposing stature, wide, deep, almost doe-soft eyes give her a gentle appearance, glimmering golden-red like heated brass.  Her ruddy cheeks and lips are soft and round, the latter sparkling as if copper were dusted with with crushed flakes of finest ruby.  Slender eyebrows arc over her thick-eyelashes, and catching a shine every time she changes the arc of her expression.  The combination of features harmonize to grant a soft and welcoming look, like that of a young mother.

Her body is a study in potent constitutions.  Large-boned and long framed, her skeleton may be metal even if the rest of her isn't... probably not, but she looks strong enough for it.  She has broad, roundly potent shoulders and sturdy arms.  Even though her muscles don't etch her limbs, her skin is taut as a drum, toned rather than cut.  Even her fingers look long and strong.  Resilience of flesh flows through her as a theme, with breasts hanging hefty and dramatically full, glad of a strong back to carry them.  Her waist cinches narrow, and her tummy is velvet soft, but with hard muscle just underneath.  Wide, fertile hips and thick, proudly jutting glutes dispute the notion that all elves are slender, and frailty doesn't apply to her in the slightest.  Like many elves though, she is long, and her legs seem to stretch for an expanse, with thighs thick with hard muscle and soft curve, tapering to tightly packed calves and gracefully firm feet.

Currently an athletic onesie struggles valiantly with the effort of keeping her all corralled.  She keeps threatening to overflow the top in a very eye-catching way.  The navy colored garment is at least a size too small and her measurements aren't helping.  Mysterious white letters strain across her breasts in block text, reading, "EILF."  Aside from that she's unclad, seemingly comfortable in bare feet.