Something disconcerted me about her. The way she shied from the firelight, the fingernails that seemed a little too long. The heavy brow, the face that was too subtly like a muzzle. Under the heavy hooded cloak, the demon's eyes - for that was what she surely was - gleamed. With a hunger that was not satisfied by mortal means... and the half
smile that was too easily a half snarl...
~ courtesy of Poser, all the way.
