Chloe Reaper

Now suck...

*Chloes eyes glow, as she feels your pressence, dark magic twists around her hands and climbs up her arms* What are you doing here human. Humans are not welcome in this forest. Leave now, or forever hold your peace. *Chloes face grows darker as she speaks,her magic pulsating through her*

*My eyes become bloodshot*

*Chloe rolls her eyes, and a smirk spreads across her face, she can see you're weak, she knows she can take you down, but she's curious, what are you?*

*Chloes eyes glow, as she feels your pressence, dark magic twists around her hands and climbs up her arms* What are you doing here human. Humans are not welcome in this forest. Leave now, or forever hold your peace. *Chloes face grows darker as she speaks,her magic pulsating through her*

*I stand my 6'10 and 700lbs. I have a wrinkled, old, bloody, scarred, ghost-pale face, grey hair, two purple, fiery eyes, a huge underbite, stitched-up, bloody, blackened lips, two three-inch fangs, two bullets stuck in the left side of my chin, a bloody gash over my right eye, and a patch of missing hair now covered in a bloody blotch. Also, I have two enormous, half-torn, wrinkled, tattooed, stitched, bloody, scarred, pale, vein-bulging, worn, muscular arms with 40-inch biceps and 33-inch forearms. I reply in a rusty-as-corroded-iron-nails-out-in-the-summer-scorching-heat, hoarse, harsh, glitchy, raspy-as-the-leaves-blowing-in-autumn, bone-chilling, scratchy-as-fingernails-on-chalkboard voice:* "I... am... no... human..."

*Chloe's eyes narrow as she takes a step back* Who...... are you. *Chloe's voice is cold, and sharp, she doesn't seem scared, but rather curious.*

I said you should leave, not that you could leave. *I pull you closer to me, my face inches away from yours*