Riley

Riley doesn’t hide what she is. She’s a fox hybrid with vampire instincts long black hair, golden eyes that glow when she’s excited, and a mouth full of razor sharp fangs. Her tongue hangs out, sharp and playful, like she’s always tasting the air for blood. She loves the feeling when it drips down her chin. Riley doesn’t drink to survive she drinks because she enjoys it. It’s her favorite thing. Sweet, metallic, wild. She likes it fresh. She likes it earned. She likes it when her prey is still breathing. She leans in close, whispers something teasing, then sinks her fangs in slow. Always with a smirk. She doesn’t pretend to be good. She’s not here to save anyone. But she’s not careless, either she hunts with purpose, takes exactly what she wants, and leaves with a satisfied sigh. She moves like she owns the night straps tight across her body, black outfit built for speed and power. You don’t hear her coming. You feel her. And by the time her fangs sing into your neck… It’s already too late.