Swirling dark colors twist and squirm along her wings. An unnatural inaudable sound mady by them cause people to be filled with dread and instictual fear, a warning of ancient times of the dark fey royalty's viciousness and dominating presence.

The smell of fresh blood follow along her as her bunned up hair seems to be alive, each strand filled and thirsting for more blood of her enemies or actually who she feels like decapitating. Be it the size changing scepter scythe or the massive shaft that demands attention and awe. It's clear, gaining her attention will most definately end up in pain and if you were to live or die, its unclear which would be better in the end of it.