Lapis FULL RES

 Lapis was always a bit of an oddity.

Well not so much from her own race, but for those around her she was. Her parents had moved far form her original homeland when she was very little, they never did fully explain the reason for the move. She had since grown up with them amongst races quite different from her own. Wolves and sergals, and horses to name a few, while she herself was a Roobat. Or at least that was the name for her race in the language of this land. Her race and sorta been named for them in this tongue, the name describing the fact that to some they looked like a bat-kangaroo hybrid. That wasn’t true of course. and Lapis herself always though she looked more like a dragon than a bat, but the term had stuck, and she supposed it wasn’t insulting so it was fine.

Well not that different, they didn’t have six arms or centipede legs or anything, but she was one of the only people she had ever met with wings, not to mention her thick tail.

Those things made clothes shopping hard to say the least. The sergals she met sympathized with her tail issues. Most races had thin tails, if they had tail at all, even the poofiest fox rail was actually quite thin under the fur and didn’t need a large opening to slip through. Sergals had thick tails, almost as thick at the base as their legs. Lapis’ own tail was even thicker, well relative to her body anyway. Roobats were pretty small compared to most races and she rarely could look eye to eye with anyone. usually she only came up to chest level, particularly on the rather tall sergals. Either way, much hemming was required on her wardrobe but at least she could get pants with a large enough tailhole for her. Shirts on the other hand were mostly a flap of fabric tied around her waist and around her neck that at least covered her front even if it did nothing to cover her sides and back. Even if she could get regular shirts with wing-holes, pulling anything on over her large span was a challenge. Lapis would occasionally get looks for her tops. The nature of their construction and her large bust resulted in a good amount of unavoidable sideboob. It was both flattering and tiring at times.

Her job at least mostly kept her above others. Not socially but literally. She was a courier. Basically, a mail carrier but for express letters and packages. The built-in pouch and the large, even for her race, wingspan made it a pretty well-suited job. She often had her stomach pouch stuffed with all manner of letters and boxes, careful to avoid papercuts as those were unpleasant in that location. The constant wing exercise from her job felt her a very strong flyer and she could spend almost all day soaring overhead looking down on the city below.