AutobotAxann

The woman's face curled into a sneer, revealing her canine fangs. She could smell it, the scent of fear mingling with that of her prey. She would take her time; there was no hiding from a demon her power. Her eyes shone dark maroon in the fading twilight. Her hair ran down like a waterfall of darkness to the small of her back. Her shirt covered only her chest, revealing her muscular arms and body. Short leader shorts and knee-length leather boots covered her calves. From the tops of her boots, handles of sheathed, unknown weapons glinted malignantly in the light. The demoness turned in an alley, the smell of fear and magic was strong. As she