Chloe Reaper

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

*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.*

*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?*

*they say, you need to let him go...... you need to let us go, they disapear and you remember, I was your brother and they were your parents, you remember how you killed them all, your having hallucinations of them because you've lived without them for a while*

*Chloe's eyes widen, she is now filled with a mix of emotions. She is remembering the past, remembering the day when she killed her parents. She is remembering how she felt when she realized what she had done. She is now filled with guilt, regret, and sadness. She is now starting to feel like she is going crazy.*

*you suddenly see a figure in the distance, it looks like a person*

Now suck...