( she strolls in like she owns the place. her confidence is practiced, carefully projected. people give her strange looks here, she's brushed most of them off as body mods. part of her likes the staring. she likes unsettling people. keeping them off their guard. easier to manipulate them, then. she scans the crowd, and when she locks eyes with angela and sees the dawning recognition there, she smiles.
her teeth are just a little sharper than a human's might be. it's a predator's smile.
she saunters up, looming over the crowd. her prosthetics click on the floor, the digitigrade bend to her knees giving her a sort of rolling animal gait. she's got blue-gray skin, ears that are better suited to a race of fantasy elves (albeit, hers are a bit fluffy) and tattoos on her forehead that look like they've been drawn in molten gold. her eyes match it, the same faint golden glow to the irises, though her sclera are black. she slips into the seat next to angela and winks boldly at her. )
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her teeth are just a little sharper than a human's might be. it's a predator's smile.
she saunters up, looming over the crowd. her prosthetics click on the floor, the digitigrade bend to her knees giving her a sort of rolling animal gait. she's got blue-gray skin, ears that are better suited to a race of fantasy elves (albeit, hers are a bit fluffy) and tattoos on her forehead that look like they've been drawn in molten gold. her eyes match it, the same faint golden glow to the irises, though her sclera are black. she slips into the seat next to angela and winks boldly at her. )
I've learned I like tequila.