- out of TUNE this tale of TERROR ``

[[MEGan!]]

Name; biting the flesh of your finger
Riddle

Age; you know i just just cant help myself
1392

Gender; i wish it were believe
Female

Breed; but belief is a graveyard
Friesian cross

Species; may this light never see morning
Demon

Color; its finally what were not
The darkest of blacks.

Height; maybe you're the one thats overrated
24.1

Personality; strike and scream much too horrified to speak
Mellow. Malignant. Stone hearted. Brutal. Bloodthirsty. Snide. Quiet. Observant. Loathing. Careless. Unresponsive. Violent. Antisocial. Blunt. Intelligent. Impulsive.

Appearance; out of tune this tale of terror
Like any demon, Riddle is tall and lithe, with a gaunt frame. Her mane is thick and heavy and long. Her tail matches. Across her left shoulder, her flesh lays open as does her hind right leg. The lower half of her face, where her muzzle once was, has deteriorated and a mouthful of hungry, crooked teeth gape from jaws of solid bone with fangs deadly at just under 4 inches. Her pelt is the deepest of blacks, almost an abyss. Her eyes are cold and merciless, a smoky slate gray. Her hooves are jagged and worn, with a razor sharp dew claw protruding from her feathered hocks. A crooked scar splits her face from the edge of her lips and across her cheek in a ragged pattern.

History; the slow tolling of the funeral bell
Is it any of your business? Test her.

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