She walked with a casual strut. Confidence oozed off of her with a mysterious bite. She was passed off as a mix in the crown, friends that passed as her family sat alongside her. She held to different ways of life. At home; with the younglings of various species, she was an angel given to create a pure home that held a peace within the factions throughout it. Away from home; away from these younglings, or even protecting them, she was a could but fierce warrior whose look could kill you after feeling the pains you've caused others with a torturing glance. She loved to dance and she did whenever she wanted and when it pleased her most. She becomes your guilty pleasure, your devil. You'll be playing a losing game with her. You'll be dancing with your devil.